(Chapter Thirty-Two)

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Chapter Thirty-two.

"Niall, you were so cute as a child" I spoke while laughing, Niall looked at me analyzing my face before replying " 'Were' so cute? I think you'll find I still am!" He said with a smile before tossing a pillow at me, "Make yourself useful and put that into a box" He said before turning and continuing to pack. Today was the day Niall and I finally moved in together.

We sat in Niall's fathers house packing away Nialls things, looking forward to officially living together. Our relationship had been running smoothly for the last month and a half. Life seemed perfect, all bad memories which usually haunted me faded away, and as for Juliet she seemed to have faded away also, which did seem a little too good to be true, but I was just happy that my life was actually working out for once.

"Here allow me." Niall spoke before taking a box from my hands and placing it in the trunk of his car. "Such a gentleman" I said with a smirk. Niall smiled and kissed my lips hard, he then pulled away and shut the trunk of the car. "Hop in" He then spoke as he held the car door open for me.

We pulled up outside my house and swiftly got out of the car taking Nialls belongings inside. "Home at last" Niall spoke happily as he grabbed me and held me close, "Its perfect" I replied as I hugged him tightly. "What do you say to inviting your parents and my father over for dinner tonight?" Niall spoke suddenly. "We don't have food for a meal in the house" I replied unsure of his plan. "Ill go to the grocery store and get what we need, all you have to do is write a list" He then answered. "I don't know Niall I mean you've only just moved in, you still have to unpack and the house is a st-" "I'll unpack tomorrow, and Ill put all my boxes upstairs. C'mon I'm sure my father would love to see you, and your parents might enjoy spending some quality time with their daughter and her idiot of a boyfriend" Niall said trying to convince me. "Oh alright! You go to the store and call your father. Ill write you the list and call my parents." I replied giving into Nialls dinner plan.

"Okay. See you soon." I spoke before hanging up on my mother. I prepared some of the food and preheated the oven, before I felt my stomach churn, I rushed out the kitchen door and up the stairs. I just made it to the bathroom before the vomit fell from my mouth. I sat with my head rested in my hands. It had to be the vomiting bug, right? What other reason was there for this unexpected vomiting? That's when my conscience whispered "Your pregnant." "Lair" I responded, but part of me felt the urge to check, to be one hundred percent sure I wasn't.

I swiftly stood up, flushing the toilet and headed towards my bedroom. I went straight to a drawer in my bedside locker and took out a pharmacy bag which contained three digital pregnancy tests. I rushed back to the bathroom and locked the door, before using all three of the tests. I set them aside and went to the sink to wash my hands. Starring at my reflection in the mirror I began to think, "What if I was pregnant? Niall would hate me, I would hate myself. He wouldn't want to stick around, he would leave me." I was snapped from my thoughts as the tests began to beep, calling me for the results.

I walked towards them, and screwed my eyes tightly shut, praying that the results would be negative.

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"Leigh? I'm home" I heard Niall speak as the front door opened. "Leigh?" he called once more, "I'm upstairs getting ready" I shouted back in reply. Moments later I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and towards my bedroom. "Babe, I got everythin-" he paused walking towards me, "Leigh, have you been crying?" he spoke before lifting my chin with his index finger and thumb, I stayed silent as he gazed into my eyes, "What happened? Who upset you?" He spoke in concern, "Nobody, I'm fine" I replied almost convincingly "Don't bullshit me Leigh. What happened?" He spoke sternly. "Nothing, I'm fine, OKAY!?" I spoke angrily before brushing past him and walking downstairs to the kitchen.

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