Months flew by and soon I was in my ninth month of pregnancy. Niall was in South America for the WWA Tour, and thanks to Perrie, I was doing alright without him for the most part. Of course I missed waking up in his arms and cuddling with him when I felt down and tired. But Perrie helped me through it, mostly because she knew from experience.
"Yeah, Niall, I swear she's fine," Perrie said to Niall over the phone. She rolled her eyes and shook her head in mock exasperation, earning a laugh from me. "She's just tired. She was up all night sick again..... I didn't mean for that to be a pun!....... You boys will be the death of me, I swear........ Yeah, yeah, yeah....... Okay break a leg. Tell Zayn I love him. If he ever gets through with his hair........ Yeah I know he does..... Bye." Perrie hung up the phone and plopped down next to me. We both sighed. "Thank ya, Pez. I really didn't feel like talking to him." She smiled sympathetically. "I know, babes. Just go to sleep. I'll wake ya for dinner."
Two hours later, I awoke abruptly, feeling like I had pulled something again; I often pulled a muscle in my shoulder many times since I was sixteen. I felt the sharp stab of pain again, but it was in my back. I scrunched my eyes shut and clenched my teeth. Perrie, I thought, almost like I was trying to yell for her telepathically. It worked; she knocked on the door and stuck her head in the room. "Hey, wake up. Dinner.. Leanna! What's happening?" I shook my head and tried to get up. She rushed to help me. I grabbed for the phone, but she reached it first and called the hospital. I felt something burst within me, and looked down to see water running down my leg. It was time.
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Hey L.A.
Hayran KurguA girls parents are murdered, and she feels she cant be near anything that will remind her of them. She becomes a California girl and meets the man of her dreams.
