Finding You (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter Thirty-Three

Hello readers! It's been a while since the last update. I posted an author's note and it got a great number of responses. I'm so glad that I have so many people here to support me. It absolutely fills me with joy. I could never ask for better readers. You all are by far the best fans ever. :) I'm excited for you all to read this chapter. I hope you love it.

Since it has been a while since the last update, I'll do a recap in case anyone forgot what happened.

RECAP: The boys all found out about Ariella's pregnancy and they were all happy for "Nariella". Next, Ariella had to tell her step mother Anne about the pregnancy and she was very nervous. Christian and Gemma were at Anne's house, which added even more pressure. Niall felt very sick and threw up in Anne's flowers and then continued to throw up in the bathroom. After that, Ariella told Anne about the pregnancy and she was very supportive.

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Chapter Thirty-Three

Ariella’s POV

Nausea set in once I looked at the calendar. Tomorrow was my first doctor’s appointment and on a scale from one to ten, I was at a level one hundred when it came to being nervous. I squeezed Niall’s hand and he yelped in pain. I frowned at him and he just gave me a sympathetic look.

Niall led me to the car and I realized after a few minutes that I had no idea where we were going. I looked at Niall with a curious gaze, who was focused on the road. He swerved suddenly and my body shifted to the left. My head bumped against the window. I glared at my husband who only smiled cheekily after he saw what happened.

“Did you do that on purpose?” I asked.

“No, I almost missed the road,” He answered.

“Then why are you smiling?” I questioned further.

“Because it was funny,” Niall said.

I rolled my eyes and stayed silent for the rest of the drive. It was four o’clock in the afternoon when we arrived at an Italian restaurant called Mario’s.

“I’m not complaining, but why are we eating at a random Italian restaurant at four o’clock?” I asked him.

“I just thought we would do something spontaneous,” Niall answered.

“Niall, this isn’t spontaneous. I can see that you printed out directions from Google right here,” I said as I held up the papers that were between our seats. Niall stuck his tongue out at me and snatched the papers from my hands.

“I was trying to do something nice for you. I am allowed to do that, right?” He asked sarcastically.

“I was just wondering why…”

“There doesn’t have to be a reason all the time, Ariella. I just want to do cute things for you without you expecting them,” Niall told me.

I smiled and pinched his cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” was always his response.

We walked in the restaurant hand-in-hand. A server saw us and asked for the name.

“We have reservations under Horan,” Niall answered.

“Right this way, sir and ma’am,” the Italian man ushered us to a booth near the back.