Cinderella: A One Direction Fairytale ✔

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Twins.

                             ❤❝If you're not inside me, I'll put my future in you.❞❤

                                                                                

                                                   ~Chapter Thirty-Seven~

                                               ~Niall’s POV~

        “Hey, Harry?” I call to him, standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room where he’s sitting beside Halley; they seem to be discussing something important.

         “Yeah, Niall?” Harry responds, looking up from Halley. I really think that they really love each other. It’s something about the way they look at each other.

        “Remember when you borrowed my blue sweater?” I ask, and he nods, “Can I have it back?”

         “Oh, yeah, sure. It’s in my Porsche, I think. The keys are in my room on my nightstand,” Harry answers.

         “Okay, thanks,” I say, flashing him a quick smile, and then going upstairs and grabbing the car keys off of Harry’s nightstand. Once I’ve got the keys in my hand, I walk out into the warm, rainy London summer day. It’s been three and a half months since we found out that Halley’s expecting, and she’s due in a month. I unlock the car and am looking in the passenger side for the sweater when I notice something on the floor.

        A shoe, that looks a hell of a lot like the match to the one that “Cinderella”, who is really Amanda, lost at the masquerade party. But why would it be in Harry’s car? How could it have possibly gotten in here? The more I think about it, the only possible explanation that I can come up with is that Amanda isn’t Cinderella. But I don’t want to believe that, so I’m just going to pretend that I never even saw it. Maybe it was just my imagination.

         Just as I start to sell myself on the idea of my imagination being crazy, I see my blue sweater in the backseat, and quickly grab it and lock the car.

         Apparently I’m imagining shoes.

                                                             ~Halley’s POV~

        My father was kind of mad when we first told him, more at the boys and Harry than at me. And now he’s actually kind of excited to be a grandfather again. My mother was the same way. Olivia and Jack really excited, and my older brother, Alex, is excited to finally become an uncle, yet also kind of wary of Harry. And me, well, I don’t know what to think. I’m excited, nervous, and scared to be a mother, and afraid of what the paparazzi and fans will say when they find out. At the suggestion of the boys, and agreement of Uncle Simon and management, we’ve been trying to mislead the media for as long as we can. It’s getting really annoying to hear them call me fat all the time, but then there are a few people who have figured it out even though no one has confirmed it yet. I’ve been wearing flannel shirts and leggings for the past three and a half months. I’ve been wearing flannels belonging to a different one of the boys every day, and I’ve got some on loan from the 5 Seconds of Summer boys.

        Today I’m wearing a flannel that belongs to Ashton. I’m sitting on the couch, curled up next to Harry, my belly swollen like an oversized watermelon. In one month, my baby will be here. Right now though, I’m talking to Harry about a huge decision that I’m considering making.