BRIANNA'S POV
*2 months later*
I woke up, my heels swollen a bit. The baby kept me up all night, Niall stayed awake, he loved the feeling of the baby kicking. The baby stopped around 2 or 3 am, and I fell asleep soon after. All the members of One Direction and their girls had a interview at 3 pm. A live one. I was huge! The baby could come anytime now, and me and Niall had gotten the room set up. We were so excited. I got out of bed, it being 11 pm, not trying to wake Niall up. I believe that he fell asleep about an hour after me. I let him sleep and made breakfast/ lunch. As it was cooking, Niall awoke. He groggily came into the kitchen, shirt off, baggy sweatpants. I loved it.
"Babe you shouldn't be up and cooking. Your heels are going to get even more swollen. Let me finish. Go sit on the couch and wait." he said. I laughed at his remark and turned on the news.
Breaking News!
The Horan's a.k.a Brianna and Niall, are expected to have their baby boy any day now! Here is a photo taken of them running some Aarons, just last week, and my gosh! Brianna has a belly! They will be doing an interview with the rest of One Direction and their fiancé's and wife!
I laughed at their comment. Niall put a plate of eggs and bacon on my belly. Yes, I was that big. I dug in. We finished eating, and we got ready and we headed out to the interview. We got there around 2:30. We were the last one. We got into a casual conversation, and then we headed onto the stage, I guess you could call it. (pretend its like Good Morning America) They had 5 couches, just like in 1D day. Me and Niall took the brown leather one. I started having contractions. The doctor said that I would have them towards the end of the pregnancy, so it was normal. Besides, they were about 10 minutes apart. The interview started, and around 3:30 ish they got closer. I grabbed my stomach.
"You okay?" Niall whispered into my ear.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I said back. He rubbed my shoulder.
"You okay Brianna?" The interviewer asked.
I nodded. "The baby is kicking hard." I made up an excuse. He continued to ask the questions to everyone. I adjusted my high low dress, and tried to pay attention. At 3:56 to be exact, I heard a pop and liquid coming down my thigh. My eyes probably bulged like a bug's.
"What's wrong?" the interviewer and Niall said at the same time.
"I-I-I think my- my water just bro-broke." I said, my voice shaky. Niall stood up, so did the interviewer. I grabbed their hands, now everyone was on their feet.
"Liam! Get over here and come to her side!" Niall said. He did so. I put my arms around Niall's and Liam's shoulders. Julie came behind me, and held my back.
"I'm calling an ambulance." Harry said, dialing on his phone.
"What do we do while we are waiting?" I asked.
"I took a class in this. You can either walk around, or just stay still." Eleanor said
I nodded. The contractions are getting worse. Louis and Zayn didn't know what to do to help me. Perrie took Julie's job, and Julie went to the front of me, and talked to me.
"Breathe in and out. Zayn and Louis make yourselves useful and go wait for the ambulance." The interviewer said. Funny. I haven't gotten his name yet. And I didn't even bother asking. Next thing I knew, Louis and Zayn were running with paramedics and a gernie. They lowered it, and helped me on. I was that girl that was holding onto her stomach. Niall and the paramedics were running, of course because James could come out any minute. Niall looked down at me, and smiled. I smiled back, until that was interrupted by a contraction. I got into the ambulance, and they shut the doors and hit the pedal. They hooked up an IV. I hate those. Niall held my hand while I got it. The hospital was 45 minutes away, but we were allowed to go fast, so we would be there in 15. The sirens were going off.
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Whoops (a Niall Horan Fanfiction)
FanfictionBrianna bumps into a world famous international pop star(or Niall Horan and Liam Payne(oh good Lord his biceps), Harry Styles, Zayn Malik, and Louis Tomlinson) and during their relationship, tons of drama comes up. (ik its bad but whatever)