1D bsm

Nothing's changed (part 3)

"AAAAAARGH! WHERE THE HELL IS NIALL? THAT STUPID ASS CONVINCED ME TO HAVE THIS BABY AND HE'S NOT EVEN HERE!" You screeched.

"Niall, where are you?" Your mom asked into her phone.

"NIALL JAMES HORAN GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?" You yell.

"I'm on the plane, we're about to land!" He exclaimed.

"ON THE PLANE? WHY ARE YOU NOT IN THE FUCKING HOSPITAL?" You screamed angrily, followed by a another push and agonized scream.

"You were supposed to be giving birth to her in a few days, not today!" He replied.

You knew Niall was right, but you were still pretty upset. He's your partner in crime, best friend! You were close from the moment you were taken home. Hell, your first word was his name; well, technically "Niwa" but you couldn't properly pronounce his name at one year old. was there during the big moments, like getting your license and the little ones like getting you through every heartbreak. Your grandma always said the best moments in life are made when producing a brand new life, and now you couldn't agree more. You didn't want your brother and closest friend to miss one of the best moments!

"Surprise! I made it, and the boys are in the lobby!" Niall yells, running in.

Normally, you'd be overjoyed. But the extreme pain and hormones made you just the opposite.

"SERIOUSLY? I REALLY THOUGHT YOU WOULDN'T BE HERE, YOU DICK! AAAAAH! NEXT TIME, SURPRISE ME WITH CHOCOLATE AND ALL SIX SEASON OF GLEE ON DVD!" You yelled.

"Sorry!" He winced.

"Let her squeeze your hand, it'll make the next push a little less painful. Just need one more big push, ok Y/N?" The doctor encouraged.

"Oh thank god!" You sighed heavily as one of his assistants dabbed at your forehead. You take your brother's hand and squeeze the hell out of it, turning it blue as you pushed.

Finally, you heard a baby's cries. Tears of both joy and sadness streamed down your face. You never believed in love at first sight until now! She was the most beautiful human you've ever seen, and you wanted to be her mother.

But could you be a suitable one? Obviously you had school, and your parents had work. Sure,  you could take care of her after school, but what about during the day? Not to mention homework. And how would you tell her that she wasn't supposed to happen, that she was a rape baby?

The love intensified when she was put in your arms, causing you to sob.

"Uh, docs can you give us a minute?" Niall asks as they clear out. "What's wrong, princess?"

"I can't keep her, but I love her so much." You weep, cradling the beautiful baby.

"How about you give her to Greg and Denise? You can still watch her grow up, but you don't have to do the harder stuff." He suggests.

"Ok. You're a genius." You sigh, taking a water bottle from the nightstand and chugging it.

"I know." He replies jokingly.

"And uh, sorry for calling you those things." You apologize.

"It's ok, you were giving birth. I can't begin to imagine how bad it hurt. So, what's her name?"

"Charlotte, Charlie for short. Charlie Rose Horan."

"Can I hold her?" Niall asks and you nod, handing him your daughter. He sheds a few tears as he holds your beautiful baby.

"We should sing to her." You state, before breaking into the song I Will Always Love You, your childhood lullaby. Once done, both you and Charlie are sleeping.

"I love you so much, both of you." He whispers, planting a kiss on both your foreheads just before the doctor comes back in and gently takes Charlie to your excited family on the lobby.