"I think it went oh, oh, oh,
I think it went yeah, yeah, yeah
I think it went ohhhhh
ZOW!"
The crowd roared as the boys and I finished singing for the night. "Thank you, Brazil!" Harry yelled into the microphone. "You've been amazing!" I jogged off stage and set my guitar aside so I could turn on my phone and check my notifications. My eyes widened and my heart raced in panic when I saw I had several texts and missed calls from Perrie and Mum. And the hospital. You know how people say they feel like their heart is in their throats? That's what I felt right then. A hand clapped down on my shoulder. "Aye, mate. Good job on that last song. Ready to go?" Josh, our drummer, asked. I shook my head and dialed Perrie's number in sheer fear. Josh's eyebrows scrunched in worry. "What's the matter, Ni?" He asked. I shook my head again, calling Perrie.
"'Ello?" I stepped away from the commotion of backstage. "Perrie. What's happening? I'm in panic. We just finished Brazil." I heard her talking to someone in the background, the mother person yelling, "Get him here!" Then a lady screamed bloody murder. "Perrie!" I yelled. Liam walked over to me, a questioning look on his face. I put Perrie on speaker. "Perrie it's Niall and Liam. Tell us what's going on," I said. She sighed. "Well... Leanna is in labour." I gasped. "WHAT?!" I demanded. "She's a couple days early, but the doctor insists it's not dangerous. That was her screaming," she explained, "She's understandably in a lot of pain and the hormones mixed with that, her mood is off the wall. She's close to delivering. But as you heard her so kindly say, she wants you here. But she understands the tour stuff so right now she's calm and is saying keep going. She's only mean when a contraction gets her. They're closer and closer every time, Niall. She's almost ready."
Liam's eyes widened. "We are coming. I'm not missing this. We'll postpone part of the tour, do whatever it takes. But I'm staying back there for at least a month," I insisted. But Liam shook his head. "Mate, you know we can't afford that. Take to Twitter first and see what happens. What the fans think. If they are for the most part happy and joyous, ask what they'd think about you staying off for a bit," Liam suggested. It wasn't a terrible idea, but I didn't care about logic right then. I at least wanted a week or two. "Perrie, I'm gonna text Simon real quick. No matter what he says I'll at least take a week or so off. So let it be known that we're on the first flight to get there." I hung up the phone. Liam patted my back. "It'll be alright," he reassured me. "I'm gonna go let everyone know."
I nodded and texted Simon. As I sat and waited for his reply, I smiles as I heard everyone in the other room cheer. But then I frowned slightly at my phone.
Simon
iMessage
Ni, I understand. But we can't afford a month. Make it two weeks or two and a half. Go ahead and make it official if you must.
As I read the last part, I smiled wide. I then took to Twitter to make it official like Simon said:
"Aye fans, friends, and family. If ya haven't already heard, the babies are coming. Yes, babies. Triplets. I'm ecstatic! Details will come later, but the week the lads are chilling here in South America, I'll be in the UK with @Leanna2015 and our children for a couple weeks, then she'll be back in @PerrieEdwards care as we travel. Can't wait to see my kids. Love them already as much as I love Leanna. .xx :)"
It took two tweets, but it worked. My Twitter exploded with supportive tweets and messages. #PostponeWWA, #CongratsNiallAndLeanna, #3HoranBabies, and #PrayForLeannaAndKids started trending within minutes. I then tweeted:
"Love all this support! Love my fans, too!:)"
Of course my Twitter overloaded again, but that was nothing new to me. I ran to the other room where everyone else was celebrating on their own. I laughed. "C'mon lads!" I yelled. Everyone looked at me and I smiled; my cheeks were starting to hurt. "We gotta plane to catch!" I ran to the tour bus, not caring about anything else except getting to that hospital to see Leanna and my babies.
About an hour later, on the plane, I was staring at my phone anxiously, waiting on a text or call or something. I eventually fell asleep. I jumped when I heard my phone ding, but it said it was a Twitter notification. I sighed, thinking it was a fan. But when I opened it, I saw it was from Perrie, with a picture of a baby wrapped in her arms.
"@NiallHoran baby #1! Leanna waiting on your help with names! Two and three are close! Text you soon with deets!" I retweeted it of course. Right then, she texted me.
P: issues with three. Two made it. Boy and girl. Emergency C-section. Leanna is doing great though.
I checked my watch. Only a few more minutes till we'd land. As the plane touched down, Perrie sent me another text:
P: #3 is here! Umbilical cord was wrapped around her but they fixed it. All and Leanna are now in mint condition!
My phone dinged again.
"@Leanna2015: Get here soon, Daddy! We love you already too!" Along with a picture of all three babies side by side in the hospital nursery.
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FanfictionA 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.
