Something in the Mist. [Niall Horan fanfic]

6. I won't go anywhere.

The one who called me was Niall, I was a bit suprised, I was pretty sure that he wouldn't call, but still; something inside me said 'I told you so' to me, like it always had known.

"Meredith?" He asked when I picked up, he sounded nervous.

"Yeah."

"It's Niall."

"I know", I said. "I mean-hi".

"So, can we meet up? I need to talk to you, about- you know", he may be a super famous popstar, but he didn't have the balls to utter the word 'baby'. I couldn't blame him though, I felt just the same.

"Yeah, of course", I said.

"Is it okay if I can come to your flat? Don't want paparazzi to see us in a public space."

"Do you even remember where I live?"

I heard him chuckle on the other line. "Once you tossed that bra on me, everything from that night came back to me. Stupid of me to forget it in first place, really."

"I don't blame you, we were both pretty drunk."

"You remembered."

"Maybe because you're a famous popstar, and I'm just a random girl", I said and regretted it the second after. Now he'll think all I want is his pity.

"Wha- Meredith, that's totally not the case. Even if I would've slept with Beyoncé, I wouldn't remember it more the morning after."

"How flattering of you to compare me with Beyoncé", I chuckled.

"As long as you compare me with Michael Bublé sometime, we're even."

"Notted", I said and found myself smiling like a maniac. Wes looked at me with a suprised smile and nodded in encourangement.

"Okay, well, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, bye", I said and hung up. 

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Nialls POV.

From what I've heard on the phone, Meredith sounded like an amazing girl. Her laugh was adorable, the way she talked made want to listen to her over and over again and her quirky coments made me smile. But then I remembered she had a baby in her stomach. Our baby. I wasn't sure what I was going to say about it. It was her decision what to do, but I had to tell her that if she decides to keep the baby, I wouldn't be able to be there for her. My job wasn't an ordinary nine to five job where I could come home every night and share a dinner with my family. I couldn't go to the park on Saturdays, or read storys to our child every night. My job wasn't just a job, it was a lifestyle. And a baby did not fit into that lifestyle. 

That was what the management had told me. And I was well aware of what they said and I understood. But I wanted to get to know this girl, but I knew that I couldn't be a part of her life.

"We're here Mr.Horan", my driver, Pablo, said. 

"Thank you, Pablo!" I said while slowly opening the door. The last thing I needed was some paparazzi seeing me walking into a strangers flat. I quickly ran to the door, and she opened right away. I guess she saw me coming. I still remembered that she lived on third floor, so I walked up hoping that no one would walk out from their homes and see me. I knocked on her door and she opened quickly. 

She looked scared for a moment, but her face quickly softened. "Hi." As I saw her, her looks came back to me. Her chestnut brown hair, eyes in the same color as her hair, thick eyebrows, freckles, skin that looked like ivory and her shy smile. How could I ever forget her? "Hi", I said. 

"Come in", she said and made a gesture into the hall. I looked around. It was very small, with a rack full of coats and some shoes beneath it. I spotted a few men shoes and suddenly felt nervous. What if she lived with her boyfriend, who was hiding in the kitchen, ready to beat me up for sleeping with his girlfriend, and knocking her up. 

Meredith chuckled when she saw my facial expression. "Don't worry, those shoes belongs to my roommate Wes.You don't have to worry about a boyfriend punching you in the face, he's just my best friend."

"Cool", I said and chuckled nervously. 

"Let's go to the living room", she said and I followed her to a small, but cozy, room with a brown leather couch, a TV, white walls that were decorated with many paitings. I didn't know much about art, but these paintings sure seemed very dramatic and powerful, according to the dark colours and the abstract prints.

"Have you made these?" I said and nodded towards a painting. I couldn't really tell what it was supposed to be, because of the abstract print. But it looked like a head with lines of paint around it. Maybe they were supposed to be thoughts.

"Yeah", she said and looked at it. "I used to paint a lot when I was younger, but now I'm in uni and don't have the time. And if I would have time, I wouldn't be able to paint. Don't have the inspiration. I used to have a lot of that during my teenage years."

"Heartbreak?"

"My parents got a divorce. It was a rough couple of months, so I spend most of my time in my room with black lipstick on, Nirvana on repeat and a cigarette in my hand while painting hours a day."

"You smoked?" I said, maybe a bit too suprised. I just couldn't see Meredith smoking in my head. I didn't know her, of course. She was wearing a blue knee long dress, a white cardigan and brown loafers while her hair was playfully hanging down her shoulders. She looked too wholesome to have a rebelious past. But, of course, who doesn't? I remember drinking beer in a distant corner of school with my friends when we were fifteen years old.

She chuckled. "Yeah, I wasn't feeling so well when I was younger. I did whatever it took to escape from screaming parents and bad grades."

"Wow", I said, stunned of what she'd just had told me. "You didn't need to tell me that."

"I know", she said and smiled shyly. She sat down on the couch and put her hands on her stomach, which reminded me why I was here. 

"I'm really sorry what happened, that night. It was not cool of me to run away like that. But it was my first one night stand, and I completely forgot to wear a condom. I realised the next morning and freaked out. I ran away, trying not to thing with the consequenses. And I shut it out, and with all the stress with the tour starting and all, I blocked it out and didn't remember until you threw that bra at me."

"It's not your entirely your fault. I totally forgot about protection too. But I have to admit, it kinda broke my heart you escaping the next morning."

I sighed and rubbed my hair. "I'm so sorry Meredith." I grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes. After a few moments she let go of my hand and looked away. 

"And now to what happend after that night. I know that it is my choice what I want to do with the baby. But to be honest, I don't know what. I find pros and cons in both options. I really need some direction, and I don't want it from anyone else. Just you, since you're the father."

"You can't excpect me to make this decision. I will behind you, whatever you do."

"But I can't make this on my own!" She exclaimed loudly. "I get terrified just thinking about it. I'm not asking you to make this decision, just to tell me what you think."

I sighed. I knew what I had to say, even though it would make me look like the biggest jackass. "If you decide to keep the baby, I won't be able to be here for it. You know that. The tour is starting now, and I won't be able to be here for you. And even though we barely know eachother, I feel obligated to be here for you whatever you choose to do. And I won't be able to."

A few tears were streaming down Merediths cheeks. I put my arm around her. 

"I know. But can you be here for me, right now. Just for this night?"

"I won't go anywhere."