I'm Pregnant With A Superstar's Baby? -Niall Horan Fan Fiction-

Chapter Eight: Don't Tell Agnes

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"You need to tell him, Agnes. You're going crazy without his support." Liam says as we talk in the hallway outside Andrew's room.

"I know, but every time I try I start shaking and my hands start sweating. The words get trapped... I'm so scared he'll be mad at me." I admit.

"He won't be mad at you." Liam shakes his head.

"You don't know that, Andrew isn't as overprotective as Louis but he is still overprotective." I point out.

"Exactly. If Louis was ok and proud then Andrew will be to." Liam reply.

"Ok, I'll do it." I sigh.

"We'll all be there with you." Liam assures me and I nod before going back into the room. Liam waits in the hall as I sit next to Andrew again.

"Are you ok?" He asks.

"Andrew I gotta tell you something." I blurt. "I'm pregnant."

"Wow. Are you sure?" Andrew asks.

"I've missed my period the last couple months, I took a home test, I had an ultra sound and...I'm sure." I answer. "It's Niall's."

"Wow." Andrew repeats.

"You said that already. Andrew I hate the fact I couldn't tell you this. I have been waiting forever. I have been counting down the seconds. I really, really need your help. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before." I murmur, looking down at my hands, refusing to look him in the eye.

"Agnes, I- I don't know what to say. I thought- I don't know." Andrew catches himself.

"Andrew, I need your help with this, I need you to talk to me. I can't do this alone." I tell him.

"Agnes, I can't talk to you about this. I'm not the person for you to be talking to about this. You don't want to know what I'm thinking right now."

"Andrew-"

"No. If I wasn't in the hospital I would kick every single one of those boys' a*ses, especially Louis' and Niall's."

"Andrew, why would you say that!" I shout, standing up and he looks me in the eye. "They have cared about me more than you ever have! They all reacted better than this; I can't believe you! They are actually supporting me when you are just saying you want to hurt the people I love! I am sick of your crap, Louis takes so much better care of me and he is three years younger!" I run out of the room, fiercely wiping away my tears. I race out of the hospital and run back home, flopping on the couch.

Louis' POV

I walk into the living room to see Agnes sitting there bawling. She looked like the little 5 year old girl again. I gather her up in my arms and she refuses at first, then digs her head into the crook of my neck. I rub in slow circles on her back just as Liam comes running in. "What happened?" I ask.

"Andrew was so mad at me when I told him." Agnes mumbles quietly.

"Andrew would never be mad at you on purpose. There must be something bothering him. When he gets mad he acts mad at everything, we need to figure out what it is." I reply.

"So, he's not mad at me?" She asks, lifting her head up.

"I don't think so." I shake my head. Niall comes running in and Agnes. "Keep her here for a while, I need to go talk to Andrew." I drive down to the hospital and walk into his room. "Andrew, what did you do to Agnes?"

"She's overreacting." He mutters.

"No, what did you do?" I ask.

"I told her I would kick all your guys' a*ses even yours." Andrew responds.

"You are unbelieveable! I'm done with you." I spit before storming out of the room.

"Louis wait!" Andrew calls after me and I sigh then head back in. "I'm not mad at you and I'm not mad at Agnes, I'm mad at myself."

"Why?" I ask.

"Do- Don't tell Agnes but, I'm not living until Christmas. I only have a week and a half until I go."