Makenna's POV
I sat up in bed, propped up on pillows. I looked down at Harry, he was asleep, and I could feel the warmth radiating off him. We were home now, in London. I rubbed my tummy, were my bump would soon begin to form. I sighed
"What's with the sigh?" Harry asked, scaring me
"I wasn't aware you were awake" I grinned down at him
"Well I was, no what's wrong?"
"Everything" I sighed again and began to cry "Niamh and Niall probably hate me. I'll get to see my children grow up..... and Niamh won't"
"They could never hate you, this isn't your fault Makenna. If it's anyones it's mine"
"It's not your fault Harry"
"It's not yours either" he said, wiping the tears away and kissing me softly on the lips
"It is" I whispered quietly
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"Need anything?" I asked Niamh, popping my head into the living room
"Oh, hi Makenna. No"
"Ok" I smiled and turned to leave her in peace
"Makenna, could you..."
"What do you need?" I asked
"Nothing, I..... Can you stay with me?" she asked and I nodded and jumped onto the sofa beside her
We watched tv, laughed and just talked. It felt so.... normal. Like we used to be, before this, before all of it
"So, where's Nialler?" I asked
"Gone over to Liam's, he took Hollie with him. Where's Harry?"
"Playing daddy for the day" I laughed "He took Darce and Bobby to the park to feed ducks"
"We have to get out of the house, just us. We never do anything anymore"
"I agree, where should we go?"
"Shopping, starbucks and then go for a walk?"
"Sounds like a plan, I'll go get my stuff, you get dressed" she nodded and I headed over home. I picked up my bag and phone and headed back over to Niamh's.
"Oh my god! Is that Alan Carr?" Niamh asked. I looked over, and sure eneough it was
"Oh my gosh, yes!" he turned around, hearing our half laugh half squels we failed to hold in
"Hello, are you Makenna Styles and Niamh Horan?" he asked
"Yes, we are" I smiled
"Well hello there. I was supposed to interview your husbands tonight but they cancelled"
"Sorry about that"
"Do you happen to know why?"
"Umm, no" I said quickly. Of course we knew, and so did he. Niall didn't want to be asked about Niamh and the fact that everyone had heard she was dying
"We could speak to them if you like, convince them to do it"
"Could you! Thank you!" he smiled and hugged both of us
"I'll call Harry now" I smiled back and took my phone from my pocket
"Makenna?" Harry asked
"Hiya, why aren't you doing Alan Carr tonight?"
"You know why Makenna, Niall can't take it"
"I know Harry but we're with him now. And he's not going to ask, you'd have to be retarded because I'd hunt you down with a pitchfork"
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