Pregnant

"Slut"

"How about... you go to that cute little tea cafe and get them to write 'in progress' on a cupcake, also known as a bun and then go and out it in some sort of oven then be like there's a bun in my oven?" I giggled at that one.

"Any others?" I asked, knowing that there is no way Niall would ever get to see the writing on it because he would just eat it before even admiring it.

"You could go to the same tea place but buy one of their cups and write in permanent marker 'I'm pregnant' and then when you sip your tea he will see it?" She suggested and I shrugged my shoulders.

"Okay, what if you say Roses are red, Blue flowers are blue, sometime in July... out baby is due?"

"I love it! Very creative."

"Or, you could go to Starbucks as then tell them that Niall's name is I'm pregnant and they'll write it down as then he will see and cry." She smiled to me and I laughed.

"You know, a lot of your suggestions are based around tea?" I laughed and soon she joined in.

"A girl gotta love her tea." She laughed, taking a left.

The guys are in the UK, they land in about an hour, which is at three in the morning.

El and I decided to surprise the guys, so right now, it's quarter to two and we are driving up to Manchester and then bringing them to the hotel.

We have been driving for three and a half hours, we are about five minutes away, normally this drive takes four hours but because no one is mad enough to drive this far at night there is no traffic.

"When the night is coming down, we will find a way through the dark!" We sang, horribly as the song ended and El started a conversation with me after turning down the album which is in replay.

"How is pregnancy?" El asked, I'm eight weeks pregnant and only El knows, I'm telling Niall tonight, he has a free night then the concert tomorrow night.

"It's alright I suppose, I have these freaky ass cravings, morning sickness hasn't lightened up, I swear I could eat every Nando's on the entire earth in a heartbeat and if you haven't realised by the two stops we've made already, I need to pee a lot, which reminds me, I need to pee." I answered being serious about the peeing thing.

I fit into quite a lot of my wardrobe still, just a few tight things I don't fit into which makes me cry but I still fit into my leggings which is good.

"Are you excited to see Lou?"

"Yes, I haven't seen him in so long."

"Just be careful, we don't need you pregnant too." I nudged her making the both of us laugh.

I lifted up my top to reveal my flat stomach, I don't look pregnant, I don't feel pregnant, I just feel pooh.

Half an hour later and we arrive at the airport, excitement fills me as we arrive to a boat load of paparazzi waiting for the guys.

I'm wearing black leggings, white converse, my white oversized jumper and my red Jack Wills hoodie.

I cannot describe the anticipation waiting for the guys to come into the baggage claim where we were waiting.

It is more intense than waking up on Christmas morning and waiting until the minute strikes so you can go and wake your parents up and see what you got. I was shaking with excitement and I had a tingling sensation in my stomach that is more commonly know as butterfly's.

Knowing that soon you will be hugging him, kissing him, holding him, it is unbelievably antagonising.

"Any second." El reminded me, they landed about ten minutes ago and every second that goes past makes my level of anger go higher and higher, as you can probably tell, I'm quite impatient. Goodness imagine me in labour...