Stay || A sequel to Fate

Chapter One.

A/N: I think everyone already knew there was gonna be a sequel because of the way Fate ended, but anyway: surprise!! I'm so thrilled to finally start writing again, seeing as I haven't written anything new in over a month omg.

There's one thing I'd like to point out about Fate, though.. I know I didn't use periods or shaving or anything like that in it, but I honestly didn't even think about that until more than halfway through the story, and I thought it'd be weird to randomly just add that tbh. I will in this one though, haha.

I'm sorry that this chapter is kinda slow, but, yeah, it's just like a continuation of the last chapter in Fate - but I decided to end the chapter like I did, instead of write all of this in it as well.

Lots of love, happy reading xx

An hour or two earlier.

As I watch the tourbus vanish from the sidewalk outside of mine and Niall's house, I can't help but feel a pit of nervousness appear in my stomach. I turn around and nervously start playing with my fingers as the tourbus is out of sight, and take a few deep breaths.

To be honest, though, I'm not really sure why I'm nervous. The chance that I'm pregnant can't really be that big, right? Sure, me and Niall had quite a lot of sex when he came back here to England, but we were protected every time.

The only thing that I can think of that would be the reason as to why I might be pregnant, is that maybe one of the condoms broke. But, that doesn't seem likely either - Niall would've told me if he threw away a broken condom.

Or maybe he didn't just notice it was broken? I think to myself, not even sure as to why I'm even suspecting it. Sure, I've been feeling nauseous a few mornings in a row now, but I hadn't thrown up until this morning. And it could just be a coincidence that Niall's been here about ten days - the amount of days after you get pregnant that you might start feeling sick, right?

I try my best to shake my thoughts away as I sloppily push my hair up into a ponytail and then step into a pair of skinny jeans along with one of Niall's t-shirts, and also his turquoise hooded sweater. [outfit in external link]

Just to make sure I don't look like a complete homeless for my appointment at the hospital, I walk into the bathroom and take a bit of mascara and eyeliner. Then, I apply a bit of lip-gloss and head towards the front door, holding my phone tightly in my hand.

What if I am pregnant? I ask myself over and over again.

At the hospital.

I sit down in the waiting room and flip through one of the gossip magazines, but find myself not being able to focus on either of the pages. I'm flicking through them and I'm actually trying to read what it says, but I can't seem to focus on anything, really.

My appointment is in about three minutes, and I can feel the pit in my stomach tightening by every second. It bothers me that I am this nervous, to be honest, since I am sure that Niall would notice if one of the condoms were broken - he wouldn't miss that.

But the thought of the result coming back positive is scaring me to death. I'm turning twenty one this year - I'm no way near ready to become a parent. And neither is Niall! Sure, we're engaged and there's no one else I'd rather create a family with than him, but not now.

It wouldn't even work out, anyway, seeing as he's on a tour for almost this entire year and their next album comes out towards the end of it, which means that they'll have a tour next year as well. He'd be away all the time!