Something in the Mist. [Niall Horan fanfic]

2. Something in the Oven.

Since the night I spend with Niall I hadn’t stopped thinking about him, and to be honest I felt heartbroken, how silly that even sounds. That was my first one night stand and I did not expect to feel like this after. I thought you would just forget about that night, and that guy for that matter, just like Gabrielle always does. Maybe it has to do with the thing that he was the Niall Horan, but at the end of the stick that shouldn’t matter.

And now I’m pregnant. I know for a fact that it’s his child since he’s the last one I’ve slept with, and we didn’t use protection. I was too drunk and horny to think about that, and maybe he thought I ate those pills, but I didn’t. I have always been so careful with protection before, why did I not think about that now? I was too young to have child! I was only bloody 20 years old; I went to a university to become a journalist. I couldn’t handle that.

I didn’t accrue to me that I might be pregnant until I had survived a week with constant illness and throwing up, and my period was five days late. Then I started to think about it. But I shook it of quickly, me, pregnant? Uh-uh. That was impossible.

But yesterday I almost threw up at my part-time work at Starbucks, and my boss got crazy since he thought I might throw up in someone’s coffee, so he sent me home. Then I made the walk of shame to Sainsbury’s local where I bought a pregnancy test. The cashier, a woman who looked to be in her forties, looked at me in worry. She probably thought I was way too young for this, and I have to agree. I smiled shyly at her, got the change and quickly hid the test in my bag. When I came home I didn’t want to test it, but I needed to do it soon since my roommate, Wes, would come home any minute. And even though he was one of my best friends; I did not want to tell him this.

I made myself a cup of tea and sat by the table in the kitchen. My thoughts quickly went to the orange Sainsbury’s local bag where the test was hidden. I wanted cry, but somehow I couldn’t let those tears come out.

I suddenly felt like I needed to pee, so I quickly grabbed the test and went to the bathroom.

And then I realized that my fears were true.

I was pregnant.

My first thought was ‘what the hell am I going to tell my mum?’ she would kill me. And so would dad. And then they would kill Niall. And then all the fangirls would be after my parents. It’s like an evil circle.

I heard the front door open, and my first impulse was to hide the pregnancy test, so I did.

“Are you here Mere?” I could hear Wes ask.

“Yeah, in the bathroom!” I shouted and tried to sound as normal as I could, but the sounds that came from my mouth did not sound human. I cleared my throat. “Yeah, I’m eh- peeing.”

“Alright”, Wes said and I heard him walk into the kitchen. Yes, he didn’t notice anything!

I threw the pregnancy stick in the trashcan, and I was very careful with laying a few layers of toilet paper over it so Wes wouldn’t notice. I walked to my bedroom and laid down in the bed and hugged my teddy bear Cinnamon Roll. I got him when I was seven years old by my grandparents, and since my grandma always made me and my sister Daphne Cinnamon Rolls, I named him that.

I accidently dropped Cinnamon Roll on the ground, but I didn’t want to pick him up, or maybe it’s a her. I’d never thought about that. I stretched my self out and thought about that night three weeks ago, when we made love in this bed. I changed the sheets the day after, since I thought it would be quite nasty sleeping in those.

The night came and I suffered through a hormonal rollercoaster. First I was pissed; I wanted to kill Niall for doing this to me. But then I got sad, it wasn’t entirely his fault, it was mine too. I started to cry as I tried to hide the sobs as Wes would probably hear me. But when the crying went to the extreme point I couldn’t hide it. I did not know what to do. Should I make an abortion? I’d always thought about myself like an independent woman that didn’t need any man to make my decisions. But now I didn’t feel like that. I couldn’t make this decision on my own, I needed someone to be here with me, hugging me and telling that everything was okay. And like he read my thoughts, Wes stepped into my room.

“Hey”, he said when he saw me. I probably looked like a mess, with mascara down my cheeks. “What happened?” I tried to formulate an answer, but the crying made it impossible for me to say anything. Wes laid down next to me and dried my tears with his hand. If he wasn’t gay I would probably fall in love with him. “Want to tell me what’s going on?” He asked me with his soft, kind voice.

I nodded. I still couldn’t talk because of the crying, so I pointed at my stomach.  

“Menstrual cramps? I can get you chocolate if you want to”, he suggested. I chuckled, if was so easy I wouldn’t be crying like this. “Are you pregnant?” He asked, first as a joke, but when he saw that my tears multiplied he turned serious. “Oh, honey”, he said and hugged me tight. “Have you taken a test?” I nodded. “Those aren’t always true; let me take you to the doctor tomorrow, that’s the only way you can be sure.” I nodded and whispered ‘thank you’. He stayed the night in my bed and I suddenly felt much more calm. I could go through this as long as I had him by my shoulder.

**

The waiting room was very white. A little bit too white. Maybe they tried to calm the ones who waited, but I couldn’t be calm. I squeezed Wes’s hand so much it hurt, but he didn’t tell me to stop.

“When can we get in there? We’ve been here forever!”

“We’ve been here 10 minutes”, Wes chuckled. “Try to calm down.”

“I can’t calm down!” I snorted at him. “I’m a few minutes away to find out if I’m fucking pregnant or not!!” I said furiously. “Sorry.”

“I understand it must be really hard. But remember, whatever that doctor says I’ll be here with you.” I smiled and kissed him on the cheek, just as a female doctor with red hair stepped into the waiting room. All the patients looked at her, begging that it was their turn. But I was the lucky one this time.

“Meredith Swayer?” She called.

“Yes”, I said and stood up. “Can my friend join me in there?” I asked her.

“Sorry, but I think it’ll be the best if you’re the only one who comes with me.”

“Okay”, I said and followed her to a small room with a bed in the middle.

“You can take your trousers of and lay down here, and but your legs on these”, she said and stroked two things that looked like armrests. “It’ll make it easier for me to look.” I slowly removed my trousers and underwear, slightly embarrassed, even though she probably see plenty of vaginas every day.

After she had some looks, she told me to put my trousers on again.

“You’re pregnant.” I looked at her for a couple of seconds while the words sunk in. I really was pregnant. I felt some tears stream down my cheeks.

“Oh, sweetie”, she said and hugged me tight. It felt nice. “I want you to know that there are plenty of options for you to get rid of the baby. Especially now when you’re only three weeks long. You can some take medication and that’s it. But before you think about that you need to think through what you want. It’s all up to you.”

“I don’t know”, I said and sobbed.

“It is a very hard decision I know, and that’s why I want to know if there’s anyone you can talk about this to. Maybe the one who impregnated you.”

“I don’t know him, it was just one night.”

“Oh, I see. But do you have any friends or a family member?”

“Yes.”

“Good. But remember, it’s all up to you, don’t ever let anyone make that decision for you. Maybe you can have a week of thinking about this, and then you can come here and talk about what you want.”

“Okay, thank you.”

“Good luck!”

As fast as I walked into the waiting room Wes rushed towards me.

“It’s positive”, I said as he hugged me tight.

“Oh my god Mere. What are you going to do?”

“I need to find Niall.”