Our Life And One Direction.

Unwanted

Makenna's POV

It was unbelievable how fast time flew in. Niamh was due in a month, a month left of her life. I don't know about Niamh, but I was shit scared. I didn't want to lose her, not now, not ever. I cried all the time, I was surprised I didn't look like a deflated woopy cushion.

I climbed out of bed and picked up Bobby. I had my children, and the one inside me, Niamh had Hollie and her developing baby, but soon she wouldn't. What would happen to them? Would Niall put his grieving aside to care for them? Would I take care of them? Assumpta? Mr and Mrs Fitzgerald? Would Hollie even remember her? Would Darcy?

A million and one questions crossed my mind about what would happen. My phone buzzing interrupted my thoughts

From; Niamh

Niall's gone, heard something that might have upsetted him

To; Niamh

God damn it Niamh! What the fuck did you say!

I rolled my eyes and sighed angrily. She only had month left, did she want Niall to be even more upset?!

I grabbed my stuff and headed over to her house. I'd fell asleep in leggings and a jumper so I should look ok.

"Niamh" I called

"Makenna!" she called back. She walked to me, with Eleanor behind her

"What did you do" I stared at her with accusing eyes

"I said I wasn't sure if Niall was in love with me"

"Are you fucking kidding me!" I sighed again and ran my hand through my hair in frustration "If Niall didn't love you, would he be upset? Would this upset him? Would he even stick around? No he wouldn't. He'd take Hollie and go, and come back to get this baby later! Niall loves you, more than anything, the same way you love him"

"i-"

"Go make it right" I said and pointed to the door

"I don't know where he is!"

"Go fucking find him then!"

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"I love you" Harry said as we sat in the waiting room. I was sequeled for a scan today. My 20 week scan. I couldn't believe I was half way through my pregnancy, and Niamh was coming to the end of hers and her life.

"I love you too" I gripped his hand

"Are we gonna find out the sex?" he asked

"Do you want to?" I smiled

"Well.... yeah"

"Me too" I beamed. I was seriously excited for this, and I felt guilty as hell about it. I shouldn't be happy, my best friend could die at any moment

"Don't blame yourself. This is a happy time" Harry whispered, reading my mind

"Not for Niamh" I sighed

"You're gonna miss her"

"Well no shit" I hissed

"Makenna, please calm down love, and let me finish" I nodded "You'll miss her. But I'll be there Makenna. I'll be there to pick up the pieces and tape you back together"

"I love you" I whispered

"I love you more" I gave him a 'of course you do' look and he grinned

"Mrs Styles?" A doctor called. I smiled weakly and followed him

"Everything looks good, baby is healthy" the doctor said as he scanned me. There, on the screen, I saw my unborn child, and I loved it more than life, just like Darcy Bobby and Harry. My thoughts snapped back like an elastic band. I got it, I really did. Niamh was giving her life so her baby could live, just like I'd give mine for any of my children.