Eight Months On A Tour Bus ~H.S/N.H~ Complete

Epilogue

~Listen to the song on the side~

Epilogue

Cassie’s P.O.V ~ Three Years Later~

“This is all your fucking fault.” I snapped, my teeth clenching as another shock of pain ran through my body.

“You’re doing great.”

“Shut. Up. Niall.” I yelped.

“Holy shit Cas’ keep going.” He spoke, his hand not leaving my death grip I held.

“I hope I break your hand.” I sneered

The pain instantly stopped as I fell back out off exhaustion onto the bleach smelling bed. A high pitched cry was heard as I looked down. A doctor was holding a baby in his arms… My baby in his arms… Our baby.

“Holy shit.” Niall whispered from beside me.

“We’re going to go clean the little guy up, then he’s all yours.” A nurse explained. “Congratulations.”

I nodded as my head fell back again. 9 hours in labour at the age of 20. Young to have a child, I know. This wasn’t planned; well nothing in my life has ever been planned. This, this was a whole new thing.

Niall’s hand pushed back the sweat soaked hair that had fallen onto my face, he placed a kiss on my forehead, his lips lingering. I lifted my head up, happy tears were rolling down his face, a dopey smile on his face.

“I’m so proud Cassie.” He mumbled as his lips left a soppy kiss on our still entwined hands. “A baby boy.”

“Two of you? Like one wasn’t bad enough.” I joked.

“You’re stuck with me, sorry.” He laughed.

“How so Horan?” I asked, amused.

“Well…” He trailed off his eyes flicking to his pocket.

He took his hand back before rooting in his pockets. My eyebrows rose in question before he pulled out a silver ring, small diamonds dotted around in it. That’s when a smile broke out onto my face.

“Fancy being Mrs Horan?” He asked flashing the ring about.

“No.” I spoke a straight face.

“C’mon, you can’t get rid of me now.” He laughed

“Well, I suppose you’re right.” I jokingly sighed.

He gently grabbed my hand before sliding the beautiful ring onto my finger. The proposal may not have been romantic, but it was perfect for us.

A doctor cleared his throat before we turned to look at him a smile on his face.

“Have you got a name for the boy?” He asked

I looked to Niall and he smiled, “We were thinking Stanley, and for the middle name Ryan, and last Horan.” I smiled

“Brilliant.” The doctor spoke, his Irish accent blooming through, “We can get you ready and then go into your room for a bit.” He spoke

I mumbled an okay and Niall gave me a sloppy kiss before I was rolled away.

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I was pushed back into the room by a nurse, I had no energy to walk so a wheel chair was transporting me. When I turned around the corner, Niall was walking back and forth.

“Thank god your back. They still haven’t bought Stan back.” He panicked.

“Don’t say that.” I snapped