You're Just A Daydream Away

Chapter 17

"Break isn't the same with out you here" a text from Zayn read.

Niall and I were home from our trip to visit his family. I had started classes and he was occupied writing music and playing FIFA most of the time.

It was the boys' first break from tour that I wasn't home in Bradford to spend Zayn's off-time with him. A pang of sadness rushed through me.

It hadn't hit me before how much I missed everyone back home. Jeremy, Luke, Zayn and his sisters. Zayn's family was my second family and I hadn't seen them in months.

"You're actually at home-home then? Not at your house with Perrie?"

Because Zayn actually lived with his girlfriend, we called his family house in Bradford "home-home."

It took me about half an hour to type that reply to him and I got one back almost instantly.

"Of course I'm home-home. Where are you freak?"

This time I took less time to answer him.

"Regular home. Which is in Ireland now if you forgot."

I put my phone down and got out of bed. Niall was calling to me from the kitchen.

I walked out there in my tiny fleece pajama shorts and one of his crazy mofo shirts that I had cut off into a tank top.

He had made sausage, pancakes, and hash browns. Well he didn't really make them, but he warmed them up in the microwave. It was the thought that counts.

Knowing that I'm not a fan of tea like the rest Europe, he had also gotten coffee for me. This being Ireland and all though, there was Bailey's Irish cream in it (that contains whiskey if you didn't know). Nothing better than alcohol in your coffee at- wait, why time was it?

"Niall Horan! You woke me up at 7am!?" He laughed at me, of course.

"I mean it was thoughtful and all to make me breakfast, but couldn't it have waited until, say, 11?"

He quickly reminded me that we have a press conference today. Well HE has a press conference, but I was attending.

Really I should be going to class, but it's just a basic maths course and it's super easy.

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When we arrived at the conference, a ton of paps were outside. Everyone who hadn't been invited to attend, was waiting outside with their cameras.

I'm not really bothered by the paparazzi much anymore, but Niall is always really anxious when faced with them. It's probably because of the huge fight we had over a magazine article. I publicly made a fool of myself because of that. I squeezed his hand to remind him we made it through that and they couldn't ruin us.

We got out of the car holding hands and Niall walking in front of me, almost dragging me, to the door of the huge building.

The screams from the paparazzi were a blur of voices to me. Until one thing in particular caught me off guard.

"Haley! Looks like you've gained some weight! Are you pregnant?!"