Stuck With Me {A Niall Horan / Harry Styles Fan Fiction}

Chapter 3

Recap: I'm pregnant with Niall Horan's baby.

MARY'S POV

I had to get out of there. I punched Cate in the arm, praying that she would look at me. She only punched me back, not taking her eyes off the boys. "Cate!" I whispered loudly. Her smile wavered a little.

"Would you excuse us, please? My friend is having some...issues," Cate finally said, getting sick of my punching and whispering. When we were out of the room, Cate turned to me with her arms crossed and eyebrows raised. "What?" She said sharply. "What's so important that you had to take me away from the five sexiest boys in the universe?"

I took a deep breath, not knowing what to say. "Niall...is...my baby's father."

Cate remained motionless. Then, she burst out laughing. "N-N-Niall? You're saying you had sex with Niall Horan?! HAHAHAHAHA!" Cate stopped laughing when she saw my face. I was genuinely hurt.

"He was at the bar. I swear. I wouldn't lie."

"Oh, yeah right. And the bartender who got me pregnant was Johnny Depp."

It took me a moment to realize what she just said. "Wait," I said in a small voice, "You're pregnant?" A look of shock appeared on Cate's face as she realized what she revealed. 

"Ugh. I didn't want you to find out. You see,  the thing is, I'm not pregnant anymore. I had an abortion as soon as I realized I was pregnant."

"Oh. Is that why you wanted me to keep my baby?" Cate nodded, tears starting to well in her eyes. I took this as a note to back off.  "Oh. Well, you still have to believe me. Niall is my baby's father. I promise."

"I still don't believe you, but if we can convince him to do a DNA test, maybe we can find out if he is."

"But then we'll have to wait until the baby's born, and I can't do that. Maybe if he recognized me..."

"Yeah, I guess that could work."

We were about to go back into the room when a security guard stopped us. "Sorry, your time is up. The boys have to go back to the hotel now." Our mouths gaped open. The guard led us to the exit.  

"What. The. FUCK." I said when we were outside. "That is so not fair!"

But Cate didn't seem the slightest bit upset. She even had a sly smile plastered on her face. "I know where they're staying."

"What?" I asked, not sure where this was going.

"They're at the Black Swan Hotel in room 782. I saw their key with the room number on it. Only that hotel has that kind of key, so I connected the dots. Easy peasy." When I didn't respond, she said, "Ya know ya love me," with a silly grin on her face.

"That..." I said, pausing for dramatic effect, "could work." Just then, the shuttle bus came, taking us to my car. On the bus, we discussed our plan. "So, how exactly are we planning on doing this? I mean, are we just going to knock on their hotel room door and hope security doesn't take us away?"

"I'm not sure, but the best we can do is try to convince them that what we have to say is important."

"But it is important! I'm carrying Niall's baby!"

 Cate rolled her eyes. "I know, I know. Don't worry, we'll convince him. I'll pick you up tomorrow at noon, okay?"

"Sure," I said.

NIALL'S POV

During the ride back to the hotel, I didn't join in when the boys were excitedly chattering about the concert, and the bra that a girl had thrown onstage. I was staring out the window, deep in thought. The blonde girl who was backstage looked so familiar. I know I'd seen her somewhere. Had she been backstage to a different concert? No, not likely. Just then, Harry threw the neon green bra in my face.