Chapter Fourteen
I arrived at the small apartment I call my home, hands in my jacket pockets, my head facing the ground, and my eyes pooling with tears. I knocked on the door next to mine, and it flung open to reveal Grace holding a small baby.
"It's about fucking time you got here! She hasn't stopped crying since you left. I swear to god she likes you more than me."
"Of course she does. I actually take care of her." Grace only rolled her eyes, and practically threw the little girl who held my heart at me.
"Whatever. I'm going out."
"Have fun, try not to catch any STD's."
"Fuck you Harry." She spat at me, throwing me the finger before stalking off. I didn't even bother to reply, deciding she wasn't worth my time. I adjusted the baby on my hip as I stuck the key to our home into the hole. I opened the door slowly, flipping on the light as I entered it.
"Is Daddy's baby hungry?" I whispered, smiling softly at her. Lizzie nodded eagerly, rubbing her stomach a little and making little whining noises. I walked the very short distance to the small kitchen that sat in the apartment. I placed Lizzie down into her highchair, and she began to bouncing happily in it with a smile on her face.
"Patience little girl... I'm getting you something to eat." I grabbed the first can of baby food I could find, and pulled a chair up to feed the little blue eyed girl. I didn't talk to her like I normally did, instead I just admired her. Watching as she would giggle every once in a while, noticing that she was looking at me very once in a while with wide eyes.
"You don't hate me, and I think you're the only who doesn't." I whispered after a while, and I could feel a few stray tears escape my eyes. I looked up the ceiling, blinking in hopes that'd make them stop.
I didn't like letting her see me cry. I remember the day I found out that Lizzie existed as if it was yesterday...
Niall had just left the house, heading to the store to pick up some groceries. I was just sitting on the couch, when there was a knock at the door. Curious I got up off the couch, and opened it to see a blonde, brown eyed woman. She was crying, and looked like she had just ran here.
"Can I help you?" I asked, trying to be polite, but I seriously had no idea who this woman was...
"Is Niall here? Please tell me he is... I really have to talk to him." She was in hysterics, biting her lip, and pulling slightly at her hair.
"You just missed him actually, he should be back in a little bit... Is there a particular reason why you need him?"
"I-I... What exactly is your relation to Niall?"
"He's my boyfriend, I'm Harry... Do you want to come in and wait for him?"
"Oh god... He never told me he had a boyfriend..." She entered our home, throwing a hand over her mouth as she saw the pictures that adorned the walls.
"Are you alright?" She shook her head, a small sob escaping her.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm so sorry Harry... I'm so very very sorry..." She whispered past her tears, her eyes locking with mine.
"Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything to me...."
"I swear to god if I'd known he was in a relationship... I wouldn't have agreed to it..."
"I'm sorry... but what does Niall and I being in relationship have to do with anything?"
"I'm so sorry Harry.... I'm pregnant... and Niall's the dad." I let out a laugh, throwing my head back at the mere force of it. She had to be kidding... Niall would never cheat on me.
"That's funny hun... Where's Niall? Jokes over Ni! You got me good!"
"I'm being serious Harry..."
"He wouldn't do that to me..."
"I"m so sorry Harry... I'm so very sorry." It grew quite after that, I couldn't look her in the eye...
"Don't tell Niall... He doesn't want kids." I whispered after a few minutes, finally glancing up at her.
"But I have to... My parents told me I have to tell the father."
"Tell them I'm the dad...."
"Harry... That's not fair to you..."
"It's not fair for that baby to grow up with a father that resents it. Just tell them I'm the dad... It's for the best."
"And what about Niall? He's going to get curious..."
"I'll leave. In fact I'll leave right now. Help me pack my stuff?"
"You don't have to do this Harry..."
"I'm doing this... It's the right thing to do okay? Please just let me help you..."
"Okay..." So she helped me pack, and I made sure there was nothing left... I knew what I was doing wasn't the brightest thing in the book... I surveyed the now half empty apartment... Grace stood at the door, her arms holding a box.
"Are you ready Harry?"
"Yea... I'll meet you outside.. I need to do something real fast." She nodded, leaving me alone in the apartment. I grabbed the small packet of sticky notes, and wrote down three simple words... along with my name.
Lizzie was born 6 months later... and she looked more and more like Niall everyday. After Lizzie was born, Grace changed. She went from sweet and caring, to what she is now. She rarely takes care of Lizzie, but I was okay with that. Even if Lizzie isn't my daughter, I still see her as mine. She was in a way my piece of Niall, now that he hates me anyways.
Lizzie hit the spoon out of my hand, and it was then that I noticed the baby food was gone.
"I'm sorry baby... I wasn't paying attention." I grabbed a washcloth, and washed her little chubby face before picking her up out of the highchair. I carried her into our shared bedroom, placing her down on the ground where she could play with the assortment of toys I'd gotten her. My phone went off in the kitchen, so I left her for a moment to accept the call.
"Hello?"
"Harry! You need to get to the hospital! Now!" Liam was frantic on the other end, and I knew that it took a lot to freak him out.
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Niall! Something's wrong with him..." My breath caught in my throat, even if Niall had been in and out of the hospital these past couple weeks... It wasn't a pleasant thing to hear.
"I'm on my way." I whispered, hanging up the phone. I ran into the bedroom, picking up Lizzie who let out a startled squeal.
"C'mon Lizzie..." I grabbed her diaper bag, rushing out of the apartment and to my car that sat in the parking lot. I strapped Lizzie into the back seat, and drove off.
With only one thing on my mind...
Niall
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