It Started With A Lie..

Just the Beginning

I wrote this song listening to:

Wake Me Up by Ed Sheeran

The Cave by Mumford & Sons 

This by Ed Sheeran

Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls

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I rushed into the house, trying to escape the awkward car ride. I ignored him when he asked me what was wrong and what I needed to get. I feel so bad about that but my worries quickly masked that emotion. Upon reaching the bathroom, I threw the door shut and unhesitant sat on the toilet to read the instructions. Midway through reading it tears slowly dribbled down my cheek. Calm down Rhea, this is just to make sure this nagging thought means nothing. Deep breaths, deep breaths. Pulling down my shorts and undies, I begin the test. The 5 minutes while the test was processing was what seemed like the longest time I've ever waited. I crisscrossed my legs and plopped down on the rug with no emotion and stared at the wall. I can't be... pregnant... I'm too young. I start college this fall. At least, I know it's Niall's... what am I talking about? I am not fucking pregnant. My heart skipped a beat, I reached for the pregnancy test, and closed my eyes before seeing the results. I am not going to be pregnant. My eyes fluttered open to see the 2 bars across the test. This is wrong, all wrong, the test is wrong. Positioning myself on my feet, I began sobbing and threw my hands to my face as I started pacing. I stopped to look at my tear stained face in the mirror. I am pregnant. I felt my feet weaken beneath me and I collapsed leaving me staring into black nothingness. 

Where am I? Looking at the bed beneath me, I was starting to remember my surroundings. This is Niall's room. Oh my god, it was all a dream. 

"Hey Rhy.." someone whispered from behind me. Niall appeared and sat next to me. A scanned his face, he looked weak, and in pain. "I found you in the bathroom passed out and carried you to my room.... I will help, this is my fault."

"What?" I said, shaking my head, trying to analyze my situation. Oh my fuck... he means his baby. Tears began to fall freely before I got a chance for words to come out of my mouth. He reached for me and pulled me into him. This is happening, I am pregnant.  I, for once, was lost for words. 

"This is my fault, and I will support you." Niall whispered in a stern voice, " I will help you raise this baby."

"No. This...this can't be happening. I am not having a baby." I started to raise my voice while turning to face him. My tone changed as soon as I saw his delicate sorrow filled features. " What am I going to do? I have college next month." 

"We will figure this out... together. I know we aren't a couple but we should take a shot at it." he stated hesistantly as he brushed a stray hair behind my ears. Tilting my head, I stretched my neck and brought my hands to cup his jaw as I kissed him. It was full of passion, and...love. He quickly took control and brought his gentle hands to my hips. 

"We need to tell Alex and Mom." Niall said as he broke the euphoric kiss," Charles already knows." 

"Niall, please. Let's plan everything out first." my breathing began to quicken. 

" Okay. Sounds-"

"Dinner's ready." Charles said barely making an appearance, not making eye contact with me. I glanced at him to find his face was red and his eyes were tired, from crying. Crying? Niall nodded, dismissing him before I could read into his expression better.

"Don't worry, we told them we got in a fight." He explained. Good, no awkward dinner to explain why we all look like someone had died. 

"Okay, I will be down in a second, I need to put my makeup on." I hurried to the bathroom. I walked towards the mirror taking in my face. I looked weak, broken. And that's exactly how I feel.