Don't Leave Us (Sequel to Something Blue)

20. Panting And Curses

*Niall's POV (Continued)*

The van came squeaking to a halt before me, the sound of rubber squeaking across pavement making me cringe. Wether we would even make it to the hospital with Lou behind the wheel, I had no idea.

I faintly heard the doors unlock, and Lou rolled down the window dramatically. "Hop in." he grinned manically, but I couldn't care less. I just needed to get to the hospital, ASAP.

I ran around to the passenger side door and threw it open. I hopped inside as the lads piled into the back. "Come on Lou, drive drive drive!" I said impatiently, fingers drumming on my lap.

As soon as the back door slammed shut, Lou threw the car into drive, and we flew out the studio's lane.

*Mattie's POV*

"Shit." I cursed quietly. The contraction was over in seconds, but it still hurt like a bitch.

"Mattie, if you ruin the seats in this car I will skin you alive." Darcy warned, glancing down to the towel I was sat upon.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Your car is much more important than my children an their well-being. I'll just clamp my vagina shut and stop myself from leaking all over your seat."

"Thank you." Darcy sighed.

"I was kidding."

"Damn, should've known. You'd never clamp your vagina shut for me."

I snorted, before glancing out the window. Rain rolled down the glass, and apartment buildings flew by in blurs of brick and mortar. I sighed, fingers drumming in my lap. "Come on Darce, drive drive drive!" I groaned.

"I'm almost breaking the sped limit as it is! Take that god damn stick outta your vagina and calm down."

"I can't take the stick out of my vagina, there'a two, small, and very impatient babies up there!" I hissed.

"Will you two just stop!" El yelled. "God, we've got to get to the hospital. I get you're in pain Matt, and I get you love this car Darce, but just shut your mouth an drive, because the most important thing as of right now is that the babies are delivered safely."

That shut us up. I sank into my seat, watching the numbers on the clock tick on and on. I had officially been in labour for a hour. Fuck.

"Not much farther now." Perrie said, looking out the window. I sighed happily as we came into central London. We rolled past familiar streets, crowded with people speed walking, umbrellas shielding them from the rain.

As we passed by our old street, I couldn't help but look down at the building. The creamy white doors leading to the building seemed brighter than ever in the rain. the grey brick blended in with the the buildings around it. Paps swarmed around, their vans sitting across the street. My heart panged, remembering all the good times from there. But I turned away, sighing. There were more important tasks to take care of right now.

We rolled on, quietly. I checked the clock. One hour and fifteen minutes of labour. Yay.

We were entering the slums of London now. Less and less people crowded the sidewalks, leaving the rain to pound the cement. Buildings got shorter and shorter, now only three or four floors high. Grey brick turned to cheaper reds and yellows. Fire escapes turned rusty, and then we passed a familiar road.

I didn't want to look, but I couldn't help it. My old, red brick building looked shabby compared to what I now lived in. The fire escape was rustier than ever, handles nearly falling off from the heavy rain hitting it. My breath hitched. Second floor, window next to the fire escape. My old room. I couldn't help but wonder if the broken mirror still littered the floor, smears of my blood on the laminate wood floor.