Little Secret (Niall Horan)

Chapter 19

Believe Me

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Niall's Pov

Those two little lines lay flat in the palm of my hands.

The evidence, truth, my power, my love, my unborn child.

My son, or daughter.

And I let it slip away, all because of the fame.

I stare at the four pregnancy tests I found sitting on the sink.

All positive.

How will I cope knowing that I'll be missing the life of another child? My child?

Someone I disowned.

It was out of anger. I spat, out of anger. I didn't want another child yet, because I'm still working on my trust with the daughter who I also lost.

She'll hate me, again. All because I cant control my temper.

"Niall c'mon the officer called back saying they might have found a little something." Liam calls from the other side of my room door.

How will I confess to Naomi that Belle is gone, she's going to be a big sister, but we have no idea if she'll ever go back home since Belle left.

I'm awful, I know.

"Niall?" Liam calls again, knocking on the door.

"Yeah, I uh, I'll be right down, uh just, just give me a minute, yeah?" I ask, shaking the pregnancy test in my hand hoping that this is all just one big misunderstanding.

"Hurry."

I've got to find Belle.

I cant lose two of my children, and my girlfriend.

Energy, and confidence shoot through me like a basketball through a hoop.

"Liam I'm coming." I yell, running downstairs, a smile plastered onto my face.

*

We spent at least two hours at the detectives office, and yet, no evidence.

It's been three months since the kidnapping, and I'm losing hope of ever getting Naomi back.

Belle hates me, Naomi will hate me, my unborn child will hate me, I hate me.

I cant even contact Belle if anything happened because she left everything here.

My world stopped.

Belle is back. In my presence. In my house. Standing on my stair. Looking at me.

Not with soft, welcoming, loving eyes, but I didn't expect that.

"I need a man not a boy."

Belle's Pov

I lay on my back.

Drawing small circles across my stomach.

What would I even name this baby? I'm not good with names, and Niall doesn't want anything to do with her, or him, so he cant give me any ideas.

A light knock at the door startles me.

I've been back in Bradford for almost two weeks now.

I've been too busy thinking about some things to actually go out, so this startles me a little.

Groaning, I lift myself off of the somewhat comfy couch, and waddle over to the door.

I'm five months, and my back hurts. I didn't even think I was three months, so I was surprised when my doctor said I was five.