Broken Boy (Niall Horan)

Chapter 6: Jess' POV:

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Chapter 6: Jess’s POV:

After I cried like a child about my stupid actions I decided to take Dylan to the park. He hasn’t been in ages, and I wanted to help him forget about Niall for a little while. I don’t know why I was so scared Niall would freak out and never speak to me again. Well now that I ran away thats happened anyway. I need to talk to Niall, I need to explain myself.. its been 3 and ½ years. He deserves to know the truth. When I left, I told him something happened and I couldn’t see us being together again. I didn’t say it was because I was pregnant.

***Flashback****

“Niall!” I shrieked “ S-Stop!”

“ Say I’m the best fiance ever first!” He challenged, still squeezing my sides, causing me to spaz out in fits of laughter.

“ Y-You know I’m t-ticklish Ni! S-stop!” I laughed, tears streaming down my face.

“ Say it! Niall Horan is the sexiest and sweetest fiance ever!” He shouts

I gave up. My stomach was in too much pain to take it any longer.  

“ NIALL HORAN IS THE S-SEXIEST AND SWEETEST F-FIANCE EVER!” I gasped, rolling off the couch in an attempt to free from his presence above me.  He let go, but not before smashing his lips onto mine and biting my lip in a lust- filled manner, begging for me to let him roam my mouth. He bit my lower lip, and I opened my mouth to allow him access. After a few minutes of snogging, he fell down next to me and cuddling in my shoulder. We laid there for what felt like forever, but I enjoyed it. I thought back to the test I took today, and thought of how I was slightly disappointed it read negative. I was ill for a few days and I was curious, but it turns out I wasn’t pregnant. I turned to face Niall, who had been playing with my hair

“ Do you ever want kids Ni?” I timidly whispered.

“ Well” he said gazing towards the window “ I’ve never been good with kids, you know that..I don’t know Jess..wait, are you pregnant?” He suddenly sits up and looks at me straight in the eye. I shake my head.

“No I’m not”

“ Oh, okay” he sighs “ I got scared”

“ So you don’t want kids”

“ Jess, we’re young, and I don’t think I’m ready to have kids right now” He whispers, rubbing his hand down his face.

“ Okay” I answer. I couldn’t look at him. It seemed like he didn’t want kids, ever.

“ Babe” he cooed. “ I would love a baby. Just not at this moment in time. WIth the tour and you just starting to take off with your art career, it wouldn’t be great timing.”

“ You’re right” I croaked. I turned around and looked at him, a small smile creeping onto my face.

“ Besides, we aren’t even married” I shrugged. He frowned.

“ Jess…” He began.

“ Niall, I’m not expecting a proposal right now. I now things are hard right now and your thoughts are on your sister.” I said. He turned back to the window.

“ I love you Jess”

“ I love you Niall”

****END OF FLASHBACK*****

A tear rolled down my cheek. Two months later I left, after learning I was pregnant, and I was starting to show. I didn’t want Niall to know. I was so confused and selfish. I stole a man’s child anyway from him without him knowing. He doesn’t know he has a 3 ½ year old. Stupid. Stupid. God. I needed to tell him.

But how?

“ Mummy?” Dylan looked up at me. A glint in his eyes, a childlike joy. Niall had that.

“ Yes darling?” I cooed, bending down to his level.

“ I wanna swing” He smiled, pointing his chubby finger towards the playground.

“Of course baby” I laughed, and grabbed his hand, pulling him to the swings. I set him down, and he started to kick his feet. I pushed, helping him, but he was a fast learner and has already taught himself how to swing. After about 2 hours of running around, Dylan was tired, so I put him in his carseat and we drove home. Waiting in traffic, I started strumming on the wheel, impatient to get home. When I pulled up to our complex, I saw a unknown car parked in my guest stop. I pulled up and a caught a male with ray bans perched on his nose scrunching his nose at his phone. When I went to get Dylan from his seat, I got a closer look, and almost passed out.

Why now?

Why did he decide to show up now?