Change My Mind *1D Fanfic*

Chapter 34

Emmalee's P.O.V.

I cut a piece of the steak off, and put it in my mouth. This piece of meat is juicy, cooked perfectly, and has this distinct flavor in which I am a fond of. "How's your food?" I ask Niall, who is almost done with his dish. "It's delicious. As you can tell," he says while pointing towards his almost empty bowl. I laugh. "How about yours?" he asks me, and I grin.

"This is the best piece of steak I have ever eaten in my life!" I exclaim, and he chuckles. I am true to my word because this little restaurant may be the best one I have ever been to. Since its here in Sacramento I'm going to have to come back more often. "What is this place called anyways?" I ask, and he shrugs. "I think it might be Miss Jackie's Family Restaurant," I nod, and make a mental note.

With this new pregnant thing that is going on has a weird effect on me. I am craving, I'm becoming bipolar, and I just am getting pains in my abs. I clutch my stomach at the shot of pain that crossed there my body. I wince at the pain while slouching over. "Emmalee? Emmalee!" he yells while running over towards my side. He runs his arm on my back while another shot of pain goes through me.

"Em are you fine?" he asks concernly, and I feel some tears fall down my face. "Im fine," I snap out of the blue, and he nods while standing up. He pulls out his wallet, grabs a $100 dollar bill, slaps it down on the table, and rushes over to my side. "Lets get you to the car," he says while I sniffle. He helps me up while I walk slowly Niall next to me, while we head to the car.

He jogs ahead opening the door then jogs back helping me. I feel some small water drops hit myself, and the things in the area. I look up, great its raining. Just my fucking day.

He helps me in the passenger seat. Once I'm buckled in he gets into his seat turning on the car. 'It Will Rain' by Bruno Mars is faintly playing, and it is the perfect song for the mood right now. He then drives off I think he is going to my house. "Did the pain stop?" he asks very concerned.

"Yeah. It did," I says, my voice coming out incredibly quiet. "Thats good cinnamon," he says, and I give him a small smile then look out towards the night setting in this city.

We get to my house, and I unbuckle my seatbelt then jump out. I feel better than I did in the restaurant. Man my mind is bipolar, and so is my pains. Damn being pregnant isn't the best thing in the world I fore-say. I give him my keys while he opens my front door. We both walk in, and I get pretty much tackled by Pickles. "No Pickles." I sternly say, and he obliges by sniffing Niall intently.

"Pickles?" he asks while scratching the dog's head. I shrug while taking off my jacket. "Yeah I couldn't think if any other names so I chose Pickles," I say while taking my shoes off, Niall doing the same.

"Niall?" I ask while laying down on the couch. "hmm?" he hums, while walking over to sit next to my head. "Could you maybe stay the night?" I ask while fiddling with my thumbs.

"Yeah pretzel," he says while pecking my on the cheek. I roll my eyes. He is gonna keep going with this food thing isn't he? "Thanks gumdrop," I put on an accent when I say gumdrop.

He laughs while I smile. "We should get to know each other more," I suggest, and he nods. "What's your full name?"

"Niall James Horan. Yours?"

"Emmalee Rose Patterson. Favorite color?"

"Green. Yours?"

"I like bluee!" I exclaim while holding on the word blue. Before I can ask a question he beats me to it.

"What career do you want to invest in?" he asks, and I know I want to be a nurse but I want to be a photographer too.

"A nurse, or even a photographer," I say, and he grins. "Nurse Emmalee, or Photographer Emmalee. I think the nurse one has more of a ring to it," he says, and I roll my eyes. "First off they don't use your first name when you work in the medical field. They use your last name, and those are just dream jobs. I might have to get into the competitive field of softball. Thats what I'm pretty good at," I say, and he nods.

"Any games coming up?" he asks, and I nod. "There is one on Monday at home. Why?" I ask, and he shrugs. "Can you play because of you know what?" he says quietly, and a rush of sadness goes throughout me. Oh god I can't play in the games anymore. This is awful. We are about to get to the tournament, and now they will have one less first-base men. "No I can't," I whisper, and he hugs me. "It will be fine. We could just go watch them, maybe you could mod something else with the team," he suggests, and I ponder in this thought. "Well we do not have a manager so I think I could do that," I mutter, and he starts to play with my hair.

"I'm going to have to talk to Coach Smith about this," I say, and he nods. "I bet he would understand," he whispers, and I look up towards his blue eyes. Such beautiful eyes he has.

"Yeah I suppose,"

Phoebe's P.O.V.

I lay in bed with my face, face planted on the pillow. Im so tired. Today has been a hell of a lot of stuff I had to do, now I'm tired. I'm glad I got to meet Eleanor, and Perrie today that was fun. And I'm glad Luke could come out, and meet my friends. He seemed like he liked them so that's good.

My door opens, and I lift up my head to see Alex. "Is this is always how I am going to find you?" she asks, and I groan. "Somewhat," I mutter through my pillow. She laughs. "You got a package just by the way," she hands me a box then leaves. I sit up rubbing my eyes. and stretch out my limbs. I rip off the tape that is holding the box together.

There are some packaging peanuts that I throw away to reveal a wrapped object. I unwrap it, and its a little jewelry box. I open the box, and its a heart. Engraved on the heart says 'Daughter'. Wait. Who is this from? I turn the box over, and gasp at the address. It was sent from my parents!

They haven't talked to me for about 2 years, and now they decide they want to make them obvious. This just sickens me. I dig towards the bottom of the box, and see a card.

I open the envelope to reveal a homemade card.

Dear Phoebe,

This is your sister Violet, and I need to tell you something. Call me please. I love you my dear sister.

Lots of love,
Vi

I grab my phone, and dial up my older sister's number. After a couple of rings her voice rings on here.

"Hello?" her voice sounds broken.

"Vi. It's Phoebe," I say, and I hear sniffles. "What's wrong Vi?"

"Mom, and dad. They g-got in a c-car accident," she sobs, and I await an answer.

"P-Phoebe. Mom, and d-dad. They d-died,"

A/N

Oh gawd this is just a sad chapter. Im super close to 800 reads. Its cray cray. I'm super excited! :)
Thanks so much my readers! It's super cool to have this option of this ya know?
-Anna