-----Kylie's P.O.V.-----
I lay my head on Niall's chest. It rises up and down with each breath. I can feel the steady beat of his heart.
"Hey," Niall says, shaking me out of my daydream. "You know I'll always be there for you, right?"
"Yeah." I nod, caressing the side of his face.
"I love you." He says, barely a whisper.
"I love you too." I whisper back. I try to convince my self that the words I say are real. That I really love Niall. And I know I do. I just can't get kissing Louis out of my mind right now. I can't forget how angry he looked when I told him I couldn't be with him.
"Hey, you ok?" Niall asks, brushing the stray tear off my cheek. I shake my head. His face falls. "Don't cry babe, it makes me sad." I try to muster up a small smile, to laugh, to do anything that'll satisfy him. My heart feels empty and hollow. My lungs are gasping for air frantically. I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. Says the me inside my head. I continue crying, but Niall pulls me close to him and I bury my head in his shirt. The soft red material is soaking in minutes, but I can tell he doesn't care.
After a few minutes, he holds me out at arm's length. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He asks anxiously.
"Honestly, I don't even know." I say, sniffing. "I'm like a freaking water fountain." Niall laughs.
"It's ok. It's just your hormones. You'll be like this for a couple of months." He gives my fore arm a light squeeze.
"A couple of months?" I ask. "I don't even know if I can deal with this for a couple of days!"
"You'll learn." He says, before giving me a quick kiss on the lips. He takes my hand, sitting back down on the couch. "Have you told them yet?" He asks, placing a hand on my stomach. His cool hand feels nice against my bare skin. I shiver. "Kylie?" Niall asks.
"What?"
"Have you told them?" My stomach drops and I gulp. He has brought up the one topic I hate talking about. I'm 2 months pregnant, and I haven't told my parents.
"Um... no." I say, my fore head wrinkling.
Niall scrunches up his face, the way he always does when he's thinking.
"You have to tell them sometime." He says, staring at me with his piercing blue eyes.
"Yeah, I know." I mumble, staring at the ground. I'm dreading telling my parents I'm pregnant.
"Well..." Starts Niall. He's interupted by the sound of the doorbell chime.
"I'll get it." I tell him, heaving myself off the couch and walking towards the door. I'm expecting it to be Louis, back to apologize to me, begging me to give him another chance. So I'm surprised when I see Violet standing there, hand in hand with none other than Luke Hemmings. My heart speeds up. He is so goregous. So, so goregous. "Um, Hi." I whisper. I clear my throat. "Hi." I say again, louder this time. Violet places a hand on my arm. I'm visably shaking. Niall comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist.
"And who do we have here?" He asks jokingly. Violet laughs. Her laugh sounds like a wind chime swaying in the wind. Her eyes crinkle at the sides, narrowing into only slits. I've always been jealous of her. A strong breeze whips my red hair all around.
"Come on in." I say, holding the door open. The pair walk inside, and I'm just about to follow when Niall grabs my arm.
"Wait." He says.
"What?" I ask, smiling up at him. He pulls me in for a long, passionate kiss. His arms wrap protectively around my waist and his large, muscular build shelters my small one from the wind. A million thoughts are going through my mind. Then, I realize. I don't love Louis. I don't even love Luke, who I have treasured for so long. I love him. Niall James Horan.
