I woke up and heard crying. I turned and looked at Brook, who was sound asleep. I sat up, my head swirled. I hated waking up with migraines.
I opened the door and walked down the hall. The cold floor soothing my head ache some how. The crying was coming from Emily's room. Lately, she'd been having nightmares.
I opened the door and tip-toed in. Her room felt hot and sticky. I opened the window and turned on the ceiling fan. I slid in the bed, beside her, and wrapped her in my arms. I felt her fragile body tense up and relax, once she realized who it was. My shirt soon felt damp from her tears.
I stroked her hair and sang to my baby. I felt Em sniffle. I laid my head lightly next to hers. I kissed her head repeatedly. "D- D- Da- Da- Daddy." She choked out. "Yes, baby?" I whispered. "D- Do- Don't l- le- leave m- me!" I sighed. I'd be leaving for tour soon... Her nightmares were of me leaving and never coming back. I would never do this to her, but I was constantly gone that her mind betrayed her.
She was only six, and life is difficult even for her. We tried out public schools. But it just didn't work out to well. We ended up putting her in home-school. For now, she liked it, because she was always with Brook. But later on, she'd want to go back to public school.
"I won't, baby." I sighed, another lie. Emily curled up and resumed sleep with little sounds that were her snores. I kissed her head and walked back into the room. I found a wide-eyed Brooklyn. "Can't sleep?" I asked. "I'm hungry."
Brook was four months pregnant. Another baby on the way, and I am to be gone for two months. I groaned. I loved our fans, but it's so hard for me.
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I made a quick nutella and straw berry sandwich and jogged upstairs. Brook ate the sandwich, as I laid my head on her stomach. I sang to our baby growing inside her. After three hours of singing, I fell asleep. My dreams were filled of my happy family and I.
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Our baby was a boy. I was so excited. I get to have a son! I smiled at all the things I could teach him. Brooklyn decided on the name 'Ethan'. She wanted him and Emily to have the same first letter of their first name. Ethan James Horan.
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We had just finished a show. I ran on the bus and rubbed my eyes. I was beyond tired. But it was so hard to sleep. I dialed my loves number, and waited for her voice. "Hello?" She answered. "Hey, beautiful."
" LET ME TALK TO DADDY!"
"Emily, don't yell at me!" I chuckled, I missed my girls.
"Hi, daddy!"
"Hey, baby!"
"I miss you! A LOT!"
"I miss you too!! Are you behaving, lass?"
"Maybe.."
"Em-"
"Kidding, daddy! I help Mumma out! Ethan's growing!"
"Oh, yeh?" I felt my eyes fill with sleep.
"Yeah, daddy! Mumma and I-"
"Babe, I'll call you tomorrow.. I'm really sleepy."
"But we just started talking..." Her voice now a whisper.
"I know, baby. And I am really sorry! I promise I'll call in the morning."
I heard a sigh. "Okay..."
"Hello?"
"Hey, brook... I am sleepy so I am heading off to bed. I love you lots, princess."
I heard a long pause. "Love you too."
I hung up and sighed. Sleep overcame me.
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Ethan just turned two months old. He's been eating a lot... Just like his father. He's quite cheeky, but takes after his father. Emily had been having a really hard time with Niall constantly on tour. On tour he hardly had time for her. Now, that Ethan was born, we worried about food and diapers.
I had decided to take Emily out for a Mumma-daughter day. We needed it. The door opened and Niall helped us out. "Have fun, princess!" He pecked my lips and kissed Emily's head. "Have fun, baby!" "I will, daddy!"
We watched as Niall drove off and walked in the nail salon. I watched as they painted Emily's little nails. She asked for flowers to be painted on them. Emily smiled up at me while I got my own nails done. I smiled back.
I had finally gotten over all my insecurities. I smiled at all the memories. The first time I met Niall. He wanted me to hide him. When he played guitar for me. Italy. And now we started a family. It took an awkward and insecure heart. I couldn't wait to see Ethan and Emily to grow up and be beautiful. My parents? I haven't heard from them since the wedding. But, I could care less. All they did was shatter my heart and sweep the pieces under a table. I promised myself that I'd never do that to my kids.
I wanted to be the best mum for them. And with Niall to keep me going strong, it's possible.
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Awkward Hearts has ended :'( this is my baby, and it ended! My first story ever on Wattpad! I don't have too many fans.. But I just like writing so much that I don't care how many people read my story. And for those of you that have read my stories thank you so much! I will continue to write stories! But I'm really bad at updating! I'm constantly busy :/ and this year I'll be a junior, and it's gonna be a CRAZY year! So be patients with me, and I'll upload as much as possible! Much love to all of you!! <3
xoxoxoxNatalie
