The Bucket List (Niall Horan)

35. Feelings

A/N SO HERE IS THE NEXT CHAPTER. MAYBE THERE WILL BE MORE THAN 40 BUT IM NOT QUITE SURE YET, BUT THERE WONT BE A SEQUEL! SORRY TO ANYONE WHO WANTED ONE! BUT FOR NOW HERE IS THE NEXT CHAPTER! ENJOY!

Niall's POV

"I'm pregnant Niall"

The words keep ringing through my mind. I don't know how I feel though.

Shocked mostly. A little upset maybe? I'm not mad though, this is partly my fault too.

We're just so young and are we ready for a baby? Will Kacey survive to give birth or will cancer take over her?

Before I know what I'm doing, I burst into tears, letting all my emotions out. It's a good job none of the boys are here or they would wonder what was wrong. I just don't want them to know right now.

I sob away all my sorrows and soon realise it's nearly 6pm.

Emotionless, I get up and make my way to the kitchen. I'll make some dinner. I put some chicken in the oven and cook that, by 6:30pm, it's ready and I end up loosing my appetite.

I shove the plate of food to the side and make my way to my bunk of the tour bus.

I close my curtain and soon find myself drifting off to sleep.

I wake up with a jolt, sweat bedding my forehead.

A nightmare.

I had a nightmare again.

I need Kacey with me, I really miss her. Events from last night consume me and I try to block them out.

I pick my phone up and notice it's 3am. I have numerous calls and texts from Kacey.

I hesitantly click the messages and start to read.

•I'm sorry Niall, please call me back•

•Niall I'm worried•

•Please•

Continuous messages of her begging me to reply to her. What do I say? Oh yeah Kace, great news, let's have a fucking baby together. Not gonna happen.

Do I want this baby?

I write back a reply and drift off to sleep again, ignoring the world.

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Kacey's POV

I haven't heard from Niall since he hung up on me. It's currently 7pm
and I'm still trying to get a hold him.

He isn't returning my calls or texting me back. I'm worried but mostly upset.

He could at least support me on this, it isn't all my fault.

I just need to know how he feels, maybe the shock got too much for him.

I stay up all night, not being able to sleep. They made me stay in the hospital for another few days. Not that I mind, I have nothing to do anyway.

It's about 3am when I receive a message. I retrieve my phone and •Niall• pops up on the screen.

•I'm sorry. I love you• It reads

What does that mean? I just hope he is okay. Has he told one of the boys?

I guess I'm just glad he replied and I know he still loves me.

I don't know what I'd do without him.