"Seems as though a band name isn't the only thing that these boys share!"
I stood there and replayed that sentence over and over in my head. I felt someone touch my arm and I pulled back instantly and spun around to see Harry was the one closest to me, assuming he was the one that went to grab me.
"Don't touch me." I snapped at him.
"Jamie... It's stupid rumours." Harry began to protest, I just couldn't handle listening to his voice.
"SHUT UP HARRY." I screamed into his face. "You're used to having rumours about you sleeping with every single girl on this entire planet, but Harry, I will not be one of them." I growled, pushing past him, then all the boys and storming upstairs.
I slammed my door shut with such force my wall shook. I stood there praying that it would crumble down, when I suddenly burst into tears. Everything was going so well and now this. This was the last thing I needed; People thinking I was with Harry, when I'm pregnant with TWO of Niall's children. I slumped down on my bed and I heard a faint knock on my bedroom door.
"What?" I snapped looking up through my blurred vision. The door opened slowly and Louis popped his head around the corner.
"Can I come in?" He mumbled quietly. I nodded once and he continued coming in. He walked over and sat on the bed next to me. "Are you okay?"
"How would you be Louis?" I shook my head and shut my eyes, blinking more tears to go down my cheeks.
"Yeah, stupid question." He said slowly before continuing, "All the boys can't believe it... Niall's furious..." He trailed off and interrupted him.
"Niall." I mumbled before standing to my feet. "I need to talk to him."
"Jamie, I wouldn't-"Louis tried to say but I was already out the door, heading towards Niall's bedroom.
I swung his door opened to see him pacing around his room. His eyes flicked over to me and they were full with anger.
"What do you want?" He snapped at me before continuing to pace around the room.
"I came to talk to you..." I mumbled awkwardly, a bit taken back that he had snapped at me.
"Nothing to talk about." He snapped again, not even looking at me this time. I nodded once before turning around and going to walk out the room.
"Wait Ni, are you mad at me?" I spun back around to look at him. He didn't answer me he just kept pacing. "Why would you be mad at ME?" I stated out loud unintentionally, so I was taken back when he began yelling at me.
"Because I look like a fucking idiot!" He yelled back at me. I stood in the doorway to afraid to speak or make any movement. So I just quickly nodded once to tell him to continue- "I put that photo on twitter so all the fans think we're back together or at least working things out and now it's everywhere that you've got a thing with Mr Harry Styles!" He grabbed a pillow off his bed and threw it at the wall making me flinch.
"Ni, I-" I tried to calm him down but he started yelling at me again.
"What about our babies?!" He spun around now looking at me dead in the eyes; I preferred being yelled at when he wasn't looking at me. "You're starting to show so people will start speculating soon, and I do not want them to think they belong to Harry! Those are my children in there too Jamie, you can't just go off and do what you want!" He screamed again. It was only now I realised he was standing in front of me to the right a bit. I looked up at him when I heard him take in a deep breath. "It's not just about you anymore." He mumbled, shaking his head before walking past me out of his own bedroom. He slammed the door on the way out, making me flinch and shut my eyes, forcing out the tears I didn't know were there to run down my cheeks. My shoulders were up by my ears and I was frozen. I jumped again when I heard the front door slam open and I let out more tears.
It's been nearly 2 weeks since Niall I had the argument and he walked out on me. I felt like utter shit, no one had seen him or spoken to him since then. He messaged Louis telling him that he was okay, for none of the boys to worry, and that he would be back in time for his birthday party and Christmas Eve. Harry and I decided to call up E News about a week ago and we did an interview on the whole scandal between us. We reassured everyone that there is nothing going on between us, romantically. And that Niall is just taking some time off, even though none of us knew where he was. We knew he was safe, that's about it.
It was Christmas Eve tomorrow and I was in the kitchen cooking up hamburgers. All the boys and Justine, except for Niall were in the kitchen having their usual chatter over a beer. I heard the front door unlock and open. I spun around and looked at all the boys confused.
"Where you guys expecting someone?" I raised my eyebrow when everyone shrugged and shook their heads. I shrugged myself and turned around, continuing to put more chips into the oil on the stove. I heard gasps and everyone went silent. I felt a pair of hands land on my hips before shimming past me to get something out the fridge. I smelt Niall's cologne. That's weird. I served up a plate of chips to put on the table for the boys to keep them from complaining. When I turned around I saw someone standing in the arch way I wasn't expecting. Niall.
I dropped the plate of chips, but I didn't even here it shatter on the floor. I was staring at Niall. He was wearing new clothes and he looked clean, so where ever he was staying he was being fed and cleaned. I looked to see a bottle of beer in his hand. I looked over my shoulder quickly just in time to see the fridge door click shut. I looked straight back at Niall. I tried to speak, nothing came out. What was I supposed to say anyway? I had nothing to say. Neither did any of the boys because no one was talking. We all just stared at Niall. He looked from me to the boys and smiled slightly before excusing himself, dropping his keys in the bowl in the kitchen and heading upstairs.
I felt someone by my feet but I kept looking at the archway where Niall was standing moments ago, after being away for nearly 2 weeks. I shook my head in disbelief before hearing-
"What an absolute wanker." I looked down to see Justine, also shaking her head. She was gathering the bits of broken plate on the floor. Hearing her voice cuss brought me back down to reality. I immediately bent down and started to help her gather glass and chips that were all over the floor.
"I cannot believe him." I whispered to myself collecting a little pile of broken plate in my hand.
"He says "It's not about you" then disappears for two weeks. He can get fucked." She hissed standing up and walking over to the bin, chucking in majority of the plate. I stood up slowly to face all the boys sitting at the breakfast bar.
"I don't even know what to say." Zayn mumbled, breaking the awkwardly silence.
"I don't think any of us do..." Harry said quietly.
"At least we know that he is alright." And Liam mumbled.
"And he did say he would be back before my birthday. I mean, I had doubts." He said dramatically earning a chuckle from the boys. I smiled awkwardly before turning around to finish making the boys dinner.
"Don't worry about it. We can do it." They all said before I turned around-
"I don't want my kitchen burnt to the ground, so thank you, but no thank you." I smirked and the boys all agreed.
"But wait, 'YOUR' kitchen? This is my house!" Louis laughed.
"Yeah, and who's been the only one to cook in it the past year?" I raised an eyebrow at him and placed my hands on my hips. He waited a moment before realising he was defeated.
"Hurry up with the dinner in YOUR kitchen then would ya?" He puckered his lips and I gave him the finger.
"I'm spitting in your burger, Tomlinson."
