It Doesn't Matter, You Still Left

Prolouge

I looked down at my stomach.

A small bump was beginning to form, only if he knew.

"Please don't go." I pleaded

"I've wanted to do this forever, don't you want me to be happy?" He said grabbing his packed bag

I sat on the bed we share in my apartment. Well the bed we did share, until he left.

"Please, Niall. I love you." I begged

"I love you too, but we're still so young and I know I'll make it far." I shook my head wishing I could wake up and see that this was all a dream, a nightmare at that

"Niall I..." I trailed off, I was proud of Niall, I supported this, I supported it until I found out I was carrying our kid. 16 and pregnant, he'd leave me anyways, what would be the point in telling him?

"Have some faith in me." He dropped his bag by the bedroom door and walked over to me, giving me the slightest bit of hope, he grabbed my face and kissed me "Bye, I hope I'll see you again." and he returned to his bag...leaving me.

To this day that memory still flashes through my mind, bringing back the tears and heartache. I tell myself it shouldn't matter anymore, it's over, but honestly it's not over. We have a kid together, a one and a half year old little girl that he doesn't even know exists.

I should've told him, but like I said it wouldn't have changed anything he would've still left, I was sixteen and pregnant. 

I've tried to move on but I can't, it doesn't feel right being with someone, someone who's not Niall. I don't think it will ever feel right...

But what am I supposed to do, waiting for him won't help, he might not ever come. Before he left he said he hoped that  he'd see me again some day. Not that he knew, not that he'd try, he just hoped.

The only thing that motivates me anymore is my daughter, Paisley. She looks just like Niall, she has straight brown hair and beautiful blue eyes, her complexion is slightly darker, like mine, but not to much...and she definitely has an apatite like him.

Speaking of Paisley...

I jumped up off the couch when I heard crying, I ran up stairs into her purple room and reached my arms into her crib picking her up.

"Hi baby girl, did you have a nice nap?" I cooed

"Ya." She giggled, she's just learning how to talk and it's really cute listening to her try and I can tell she's going to have a strong Irish accent.

I grabbed a diaper and some wipes then quickly changed her. Once she was all clean I picked her up and carried her downstairs, doing the usual 'after nap routine' I placed her in her high chair and grabbed some food from the fridge.

After feeding her the pureed pasta and some diced bananas and strawberries I put her in her walker letting her roam around the first floor of my flat. I walked into the living room with a bowl of vanilla ice cream and plopped down on the couch turning on Toddlers and Tiaras. I  really don't like that show but I find it interesting watching the mothers try to live what they wanted there childhood to be like through there kids. When I was tired off that I flicked through the channels almost spitting the ice-cream back out when I heard something on a gossip channel, something I never wanted to hear....

"It looks like all the boys in One Direction are moving to a flat together in London. We aren't allowed to give the street name but good luck trying to find it girls." And there on the green screen in back of the reporter was a picture of Niall and four other lads carrying boxes into a flat.

I quickly sat up slamming my bowl down on the table. I paused the telly and looked at the picture, I saw Starbucks in the background next to a store that's not anymore then two streets away from mine.

"Shit." I mumbled shutting off the telly....

Ok so here's my new story!!!!

What do you thing so far????

Paisley's moms name is Martha.....The name of one of my readers from I'm A Dad? I've been messaging her and when IAD? was over she gave me the idea of this story... it's kinda the same but also very different!!!!!

I hope you like it

Dedication to: zoeyhearts12