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9 - The Truth Eventually Comes Out

Niall and I had spent the entire night talking and essentially ate the last of my yogurt. I explained to him how I have no job and that was how my fridge was so empty, and he mentioned how Kat's job was looking for new employees.

The next morning I wake up, essentially being smothered to death by another very warm human being.. with their shirt off. 

I soon remember about how Niall stayed in my bed last night.. Well he wasn't supposed to, and it's not like we did anything either.

It kinda went like this :

"I'll just take the couch, you sleep in here," I said to him, grabbing an extra pillow and heading to the door.

But Niall insists that i'm the one who's pregnant and that I should sleep comfortably tonight, especially being that he was the one who almost killed my baby, according to him.

And I basically agree with him, so he takes the couch. But while I was laying in my bed I started thinking about Harry, who, by the way, was the last person I ever wanted to think of at this point. I wanted nothing to do with him, and for the first time in the past month and a half, I hoped he would never call.

So as I was laying there I then came up with an elaborate scheme to get Niall inside of my bed. Not to do anything of course, but to.. cuddle. I'm pregnant, I had conflicting emotions that night.

So I went over to the couch and shook Niall until he woke up.

"What.. what's wrong? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?" he sputters, sitting up quickly.

"Niall i'm fine, peachy even, but um I need.. I need someone to massage my stomach til I sleep, it still kinda hurts so could you?" I lie.

Truth be told I was completely fine, and it's not like he hit me that hard with the table anyway.

"Um yeah yeah of course, but we need to take you to see a midwife tomorrow, have you had any checkups at all?" he asks through sleepy eyes.

I grit my teeth and look down.

"Have you been taking any prenatals? Exercising? Anything?" he asks.

I give him an impish smile and he groans.

"God, London, you're killing me here," he says getting up.

He gently takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom.

I don't particularly remember him taking off his shirt though.

I remove his sticky hand from over my chest and try to push myself out of his hold. Soon I am completely free and I go to the bathroom to take a piss.

I wash my hands quickly and turn on the shower, I don't know if it was Niall's sweaty body, or the fact that i'm pregnant, but I smelled horrible.

Once I was out of the shower I brushed my teeth and wrapped a towel around my body. I wasn't looking forward to eating yogurt yet again, but it was all I had at this point. 

When I enter back into the bedroom Niall is switching the channels on the TV, and eventually lands on BBC News. The strange thing is that I never knew there was even a TV in here.

Niall gestures for me to come over and I shake my head.

"I'm practically naked," I whisper.

Niall looks up and down at my body and I try not to feel self conscious.

"Stop that," I say, embarrassed.

Niall raises two arms up in surrender and I chuckle.

"-King Harry has made yet another appearance at Leicester Square, without his lovely bride Queen Paris," the news woman says.