*Jane's POV*
"I have good news. Congrats, Ms. Wuthrich, you're pregnant."
Those words rang in my mind. Tears spilled out of my eyes. The doctor could clearly tell I was in utter shock over the news.
"I'll give you a minute," Dr. Wood murmured as he slipped out of the room.
Oh my gosh. How did this happen? Niall used protection every time we did anything. How does that work? And then everything clicked.
That one fateful night in December. When we met up in the club. WE were too infatuated wiwth each other to even think about something like that.
That thought surged in my mind again. I don't want to ruin Niall's career. He's worked to hard to get where he is now for me to come and screw it up. I need to leave. I know it will hurt Niall, but I don't want him to find out. I couldn't ruin everything for him.
I walked out the door and searched frantically for an exit. I didn't want to see Niall. I spotted one, making my way for it. I pulled my phone from my clutch and called for a taxi. As he oulled up, I booked a flight leaving for America in three hours. I had to hurry. He drove me to what was mine and Niall's home. The tears hadn't stopped coming since they had started. I fumbled with the key to the door, my vision blurry. I stumbled into the house and ran for the stairs. I grabbed for my essentials and threw then into my suitcase with shaky hands. That nausceus feeling returned to my stomach. I sprinted to the bathroom before anything could happen. I once again spilled my guts into the toilet. Oh my gosh, we were stupid. How could we have forgotten something so crucial? After I had finished, I wiped my mouth and stood, holding my head. I grabbed my luggage and fled to the door. The taxi was waiting for me on the curb. I cried silently as I jumped into the back seat, clutching my stomach and the baby inside it.
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*Niall's POV*
My fingers tapped impatiently on my leg as I waited for Jane to reappear through the door with her awaard winning smile plastered on her face. But no one ever came. It had been a while since she went in. like over an hour. I began to be worried, so I stood and went to talk to the receptionist.
"Would you mind if I went back to see how my girlfriend is doing?" I asked.
She nodded. I tracked past all the rooms, not seeing her in any of them. The anxiety started to boil. I stopped a doctor walking in my direction.
"Excuse me, but do you know where my girlfriend went, Jane Wuthrich?"
"She left about a half hour ago," he said as he looked down at his clip board.
"What?" my eyes glazed over.
Before I could ask what was wrong with her, he as disappeared when I refocused. I ran back down the hall and out to the parking lot where my Audi was parked. I revved the engine and almost skidded out of the parking lot. My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I sped to my house. There's no way I'm letting her slip through my fingers like I did in August.
I made it onto my street. There was no sign of life in the house. I ran into the dark house, yelling her name over and over.
"Jane!"
No answer. All the lights were off. I went to the stairs, taking two at a time. I kicked the dor open to my room, hoping fiercely she would be there waiting for me on the end of the bed. There was no one. Clothes were strewn all over; the bed, the floor, coming out of the drawers. Her suitcases were gone. Again. Now I finally know how Harry felt that awful night.
"No," I whispered to myself, feeling as the tears pricked in my eyes.
I put my fingers in my hairs and pulled in frustration. My hand connected with the wall, putting a slight dent in it. I was beyond angry. Why would she leave without telling me where she was going? She didn't even leave a goodbye note.
