Only time will tell (Not a bad thing sequel)

-Forty-

"Where's he going?" Niall asked, making his way towards me. "I don't know" I whispered, my voice shaking as i dropped to my knees. "Hey, hey whats wrong?" Niall asked, kneeling beside me as he placed one arm around me and the other on my shoulder. "We're not getting married" Tears began to fall, the realization of everything setting in. "We're done" I shook my head as the tears became uncontrollable, i fell into him, burying my face in his shirt. "Why would he do that?" He asked, pulling me tighter. "Because he doesn't want to be second choice to you" I cried, hitting him on the chest with my fist. "This is all your fault. Why did you have to cheat on me. Why did you have to break up with me. Why. Why. Why" I yelled, hitting him in the chest once more, both my fists in a ball. I kept hitting him, the anger in me slowly fading into sadness. 

He carried me back to the venue, placed me in the car and drove me home. We pulled into the driveway and my body just wouldn't let me move. I sat there and stared at the house, the tears still running down my face. I couldn't even speak. Without a word, Niall hopped out the car, walking around the front of the car before opening my door. He lifted me out the car, pushing the door shut with his hip. He walked inside, placing me on the couch before placing a blanket over me. He walked over to the door, pausing with his hand on the edge. He let out a sigh as he closed the door, taking off his jacket and chucking it on the chair. "I'll make us something to eat" He half whispered, nodding as he made hi way into the kitchen. 

"I'm just gunna pop upstairs and get changed" I whispered, peering my head into the kitchen. Niall nodded with a small smile. I slowly made my way up the stairs and down the hall. I slowly opened the door to the wardrobe, placing my hand over my mouth as i dropped to the ground. "It's gone. It's all gone" I whispered, shaking my head. I looked around the closest, placing my hand on my heart. Louis had beat us home and had taken all of his belongings. "Guess it's done and dusted then" I whispered, whipping the tears off my face. I pulled off my dress, kicking it into the corner. I pulled on a baggy jersey and pair of black tights making my way back down the stairs.

"Hey, foods ready" Niall half smiled, holding two plates of pasta. I smiled, taking the plate and returning to the couch once more. "All his things are gone" I whispered, twirling the pasta onto my fork. "Chels. I want you to know, i didn't want for any of this to happen. and I'm so sorry it did." Niall leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I know" I smiled at him, nodding. "The world however is very against me at this point in time.". I sighed as i placed my plate on the table, making my way into the kitchen. I grabbed two glasses from the cabinet and a bottle of wine from the fridge. "Drink?" I asked, making my way back into the lounge. I pour Niall and i a drink, handing him the glass before sitting down once more. 

I don't remember much after that. I remember that we drank a fear amount of alcohol. Which caused me to wake up with the worst hangover over. I sat up, running my hand through my hair. I squinted as i looked around. We had fallen asleep in the lounge, I on the couch and Niall on the floor. I stood up, stretching slightly as i walked into the kitchen. I grabbed a glass of water, gulping it down, the refreshing feeling running down my throat. I placed my glass on the counter, sighing as their was a knock on the door. I heard a loud groan from Niall as i reached the door, rolling my eyes. I opened the door, holding my hand up as i blocked the sun from my eyes. 

"Uh, Chels. Why are you only wearing a jersey and underwear?" Harry asked, folding his arms over his chest as he looked at me. "What?" I asked, looking down. "Oh shit" I mumbled, turning on the spot. I picked up my tights, pulling them on. "Get up" I half yelled, throwing a pillow at Niall. "Niall, mate. Wasn't expecting you here" Liam looked at us both confused, tilting his head slightly. "He brought me home yesterday" I whispered, shrugging slightly, making my way back into the kitchen. "And these?" Harry asked, walking in with bottles of wine. "I'm an adult. I can drink if i want to" I shrugged, pushing myself up onto bench.

*Two weeks later*

I woke up, a sudden rush of nausea running through my body. I got up as fast as i could, running to the bathroom. This was the forth morning in a row i had woken up to vomit. And honestly, i was getting real sick and tired of it. "Chels?" Harry popped his head into the bathroom, "You all good?". I sat back, whipping my mouth with a towel, "Well, I've thrown up every morning for the past four mornings, so would you call good?" I half chuckled, shaking my head. "Chels. Have you thought about taking a test?" He half whispered, folding his arms over his chest. "But i haven't had." I stopped mid sentence, shaking my head as i pushed myself off the ground. "Shit. shit. shit" I sighed, running my hand through my hair. "Don't tell me. Niall and you, two weeks ago?" He placed his hands on his hops, rolling his eyes. "I don't know. I don't remember that night. But also Louis and i the two nights before and if i'm being honest, there's been a couple other guys this week" I groaned, collapsing on my bed. 

"Peeing on a stick, what fun" I sighed, walking out of the bathroom. "It's gunna take a couple minutes" I sighed, shoving my hands in the pockets of my jersey. "I called Niall and Louis" Harry blurted out, half smiling. I looked at him, shaking my head. "I know, i know. I'm sorry." he sighed, running his hand through his hair. "But they need to know Chels. Especially when you don't know who the father is" he shrugged. I rolled my eyes, nodding in agreement. I didn't have the energy to fight at this current point in time. I was far too exhausted from life. I felt my chest tighten as the doorbell rang. "Come down when you know" Harry gave me a thumbs up before making his way down the stairs. "Fuck my life" I turned on my heel, making my way back into the bathroom. 

I held my breath, looking down at my future. My heart didn't know what to feel as the two red lines appeared in front of my eyes. I let out a shaky breath, i placed a hand on my chest. But there were no tears. Something tells me that i was all out of tears. Something also told me that this might be something that is actually going right in my life for once. I looked down at the stick once more, running a hand through my hair as i made my way out the room and down the stairs. I stopped at the bottom, sitting on the second to last step. I sat and watched as the boys all talked and laughed. It was like old times, like the last year had never happened. "Hey" Louis smiled, looking back at me. "Hey" I smiled, back wrapping my arms around my knees. "Harry said you needed to tell us something?" Niall half whispered, both boys looking at me concerned. 

"I'm pregnant" I raised my shoulders slightly, pursing my lips slightly. Louis and Niall both looked at each other, neither sure of what to say. "I'm keeping it" My eyes traveled to Harry, giving him a small smile. "Who's the father?" Niall asked, folding his arms over his chest. "I don't know" I whispered, the words barely leaving my lips as i looked down at my hands. "It's been a long two weeks" I shrugged, looking back up at the boys, guilt splattered across both their faces. "Anyway, its fine. I don't really want to know at this point in time anyway. Can't even get a paternity test until the seventh or eighth week anyway so it doesn't matter at this point anyway".