The One Mistake

Chapter 37

Georgia's POV

I got released from the hospital yesterday, finally being able to go home again, and bringing Mikey and Jay home as well.

I point the camera at their faces, as the sleep in their cribs, side by side.

Niall surprised me with a Nikon camera when we got home, which had me so excited, I was taking nonstop pictures every second.

I feel arms snake around my waist gently, making me inhale Niall's strong scent as I let out a small sigh.

"Their beautiful." he murmurs, close to my ear making me smile and lean my head against his back.

"Their little angels, hardly make a fuss, just like Eloise." I say, still quiet so I don't wake them up.

We walk back into the living room as I finish taking my last couple of photos, making Niall have to drag me away, saying that I was "taking too many photos" which caused me to pout.

"Do you want to watch a movie? Liam is still out with Eloise for a couple more hours." he asks, leading me onto the couch, and gently placing my camera on the table.

I nod, and cuddle up with a blanket as I wait for him to put in the movie.

Niall has been acting a little strange, ever since the twins were born, Liam has been here more than he has been home at his own house, and Niall gets a bit distant.

I snuggle into his chest as he pulls the blanket over us, watching the movie silently, as I start to drift off to sleep towards the middle of it.

When I wake up, Niall is gone, probably in the loo or something, so I wait until he gets back.

After about 10 minutes, I get up and look around the flat, seeing as it is empty except for me and the twins.

I furrow my eyebrows as I take out my cell phone, dialing Niall's number, having it ring three times before he answers.

"Herro? Dis is Niall speaking." he slurrs into the phone, making me mentally face palm as I realize he is drunk.

"Niall, it's Georgia." I say, running a hand through my hair.

"Oi! I got a girlfriend named Georgia!" he giggles, making me internally groan as I struggle to try and make him get a grip.

"Niall come home, please, I don't like you being out alone when your drunk." I say, trying to sound as calm as possible, but my voice defies me and cracks at the end.

"Home? I'm in England not Ireland! I can't go home now." he giggles yet again.

"Niall James Horan where in hell are you." I growl, becoming angry as I try to control him through the phone.

"Jukie's Pub. Why do ya wanna knowww?" he drags on, as I hear another gulp, signifying that he took another drink.

"Niall I'm calling Louis to come get you okay? Stay there." I say, before hanging up and dialing Louis.

This is going to be a disaster.