Our Time Together ➸ Niall Horan

Wedding Gifts and Headbandz

Louis's POV

I was eating some toast when Eleanor screamed and ran out.

"What is it?" I ask.

"I'm pregnant!" she says.

"WHAT?!" I ask, in disbelief, spitting my toast everywhere.

"I just went to the bathroom, and I had missed my...so I took a test, and--look!" she says, shoving the test in my face.

"Get that thing out of my face!" I say, pushing it away, but she was right, it was positive.

"Oh my gosh!" I say, starting to cry. She was already in tears. But we were both smiling ear to ear.

"This is the best wedding present ever!" she says, sitting on the couch.

"Wait. I'm going to be a dad." I say, in disbelief, sitting beside her.

"Daddy. Sounds kind of weird."

"I know. And Mum. I was getting prepared for wife and husband, not ready for mum and dad."

"This is so crazy!" I say, shaking my head.

"I know. But I'm glad I'm with you to go through this crazy ride with,"

"Me too,"

"Let's go over to the hotel," she says, getting up.

"Okay," I say. I was still in my jammies. I go to change, but I have to stop crying.

"Louis!" Ellie says, ramming into me.

"What?" I ask, picking her up.

"Nothing. I love you. Oh, and there's something we have to do."

"What?"

"We need to add this to our collage!" she says, motioning to the wall.

"Okay," I say, looking for a marker. I found a permanent marker, and write 'Eleanor finds out she's pregnant- 6/4/14.'

"Ugh, Louis, you have such bad handwriting!"

"I do not! I have the neatest in the band!" I say, putting a shirt on.

"Not true. Harry does."

"What?? No. He pretends to." I say, looking for my trousers.

"These?" Ellie says, reading my mind, holding up the ones I was looking for.

"How did you-"

"Know? We're almost married. We've been dating for-"

"2 and a half years now. But still, how did-"

"I know? I know-"

"These things. And I guess this is why-"

"We don't have any-"

"friends? Because we-"

"Do this." she finishes, laughing.

"Haha. Precisely." I say, putting my trousers on.

"Louis. I have an important question to ask you."

"Anything," I answer, fixing my bed head.

"Do you want a boy or a girl? Not that we have a choice really."

"I'd like a little son." I respond. "But if we have a daughter, and she looks anything like you," I say, kissing my fingers, meaning perfect.

"Same with a son and you," Ellie says.

"If we have a son, let's not name him Percy."

"Okay?"

"Don't question it. Just go with it," I say, as we walk to the hotel. We go over to the hotel, but we're no going tell anyone about Ellie. We thought it would just be too much.