EDITING!! My Everything: Niall Horan Ariana Grande

Chapter 71

Niall's P.O.V.

The ride home was quiet. She didn't talk to me and she just sat and looked out the window for the whole 15 minutes.

I tried making conversation to ease the tension, but that failed. She just nodded her head and that was the end of the conversation. I know she's still bumbed about her mom and her dad but I can't help her if she doesn't talk to me. I even placed my hand on her thigh as comfort, cause that's kinda our thing and nothing... She didn't place her hand over mine, she didn't acknowledge me what's so ever.

We pulled up to the house and she just quickly took off her seat belt and grabbed her purse and tried getting out but I locked the doors.

"Niall not this again, I just wanna go inside" she said, her voice cracked a bit due to her not speaking.

"Great you're talking!" I said laughing but she didn't.

"I want to go inside Niall"

"Not until you tell me what's wrong"

"Well I guess we'll be here all day" she says leaning in her seat still not facing me, it's as if she doesn't want to look at me.

"Alright, What is wrong with you? Ever since we left you don't wanna talk to me. I want to help you but I can't if you don't tell me what's wrong. I'm not a mind reader" I said facing her. Well not her face her back.

She was quiet for a good two minutes before I just decided to give up. "Alright just go then" I said harshly then I meant to but I was angry.

I pressed the unlock button and she didn't move at first. Until she looked at me finally and her eyes were just a bit watery. I could tell she was sad but all I could see is anger in her eyes as she harshly opened the door and slammed it.
I watched her walk inside, cause that's just my natural instinct to do that. Until I drove off. I drove all the way to the field. Hoping out of my car I grabbed my shorts from the trunk along with my ball and changed in my car.

Walking into the field past the rusty fence I kicked the call out to the middle of the field. It was empty today which was great. Probably cause it was about to rain but that didn't stop me.

I ran and practiced playing with the soccer ball for about 30 minutes just running back and forth, and back and forth, kicking the ball into the goals.

Tired out I laid flat against the ground sweat and little rain drops fell upon my face abd body. I didn't care though.

You know when you feel so pressured that you go crazy. Thats me.

My head filled with thoughts. Things that's I can't forget. I may not talk about it but I am having a child soon believe it or not. I still haven't told my dad and I don't plan on it. I mean he did jinx me. He basically caller me the typical fuck boy. Well I'm sorry that's how he raised me.

A kid? For crying out loud I can't take care of a kid. Well according to zayn I won't. I hate jaide. I don't like zayn but I don't dislike the growing human in her stomach that belongs to me. I took part in this.

My old instinct would be to just think she's a liar and say it's not mine but part of me says I can't. I believe her and I want to have a connection with my child.

I can imagine, his or her little feet running around my house when visiting. Or the way he or she will have the most amazing smile and laugh. They'll just laugh at anything at anytime. Thats what baby's do.

They'll be so clumsy that they'll be injured every week. They'll have this light inside of them to where you just can't help but hug them.

I need to do what's right. I need to stand up and be a man and try to be apart of this child's life, who's so innocent.