Love Gone Wrong ~ Niall Horan ~

Chapter 1

"You told me you love me Why did you leave me, all alone Now you tell me you need me When you call me, on the phone" Cry Me a River- Justin Timberlake

It's been nearly nine months since he gave up on us for his own selfish purposes. I should hate him, everything in me is telling me to find a way to break him like he broke me. Yet, I can't find it within myself, my love for him was so strong and still is. I'll never be able to love another man the same again, I've tried. It just won't happen, I hate that my babies will have to grow up without having their father around because he is out partying and living his life all around the world. Yes, I said babies, it turns out I am pregnant with twins, my due date is in three weeks and five days. I'm excited and nervous I thought raising one baby was going to be hard, but now I'll be raising two. I've moved from Mullingar to London so I can have a fresh start about seven months ago. I had to drop out of school so I could work and get money to raise the babies. I found a job at a modeling company because they needed a pregnant woman to model their maternity clothes, it pays the bills and I still have extra to get the things I want and need for the babies.

Niall kept to his word about sending money, but I also kept to my word about not wanting it and ripped up every pitiful check of his. I know for a fact that he knows I'm not taking his money so I'm confused as to why he continues to send me big fat checks every two weeks. Days like these I want to throw him into a shark tank and other days I want nothing more than for him to hold me and tell me he loves me.

I ignore my phone ringing in the other room, desperatly looking in the fridge for pickles because I had the strongest craving for them right now. "Ughhhh! Looks like I'm gonna have to run to the store." I say looking down at my protruding belly. I slip on some black flats to go with my cream knit sweater and black leggings, grabbing my keys and purse and walking out the front door. It was muggy and a little humid outside, it's probably gonna rain later. I pull into the parking lot and walk into the store immediately grabbing a shopping cart and pushing it through the aisles. Might as well do a little shopping so I don't have to come back out later.

Hmmmm, should I get 'classic' crisps or 'wavy'? What's the difference in taste? Or is it texture? I kinda want both. Y'know, and mix em' both in a bowl... Wow! That sounds really good with some sour cream and onion dip. I almost get to the register when I realize I forgot the most important thing, pickles! I swiftly turn around and start speeding off to find them.

"Clean up on aisle thirteen. Clean up on aisle thirteen." How do you make a mess in a market? Eh, people are reckless sometimes. Aha! There they are! I reach down to pick up the gigantic jar of pickles but I can't. 'Dammit!" It's too heavy, maybe someone can help me. Like that young man a few feet from me.

I walk over to him and tap his shoulder, "Excuse me, but I was wondering if you could help me?" I ask him. His eyes go wide as he looks down to my stomach making me feel a bit self concious.

"Err yes of course. What do you need?" His voice was smooth like chocolate, that sounds really good right now. The chocolate I mean.

"You see it's hard to bend down for obvious reasons, could you please get that jar of pickles from the bottom shelf and place it in my cart?" I ask nervously.

He gives me a sweet smile and nods, "Sure." He says walking over to the shelf with me picking up the jar with ease and placing it in my cart.

"Thank you so much! I probably would've gone into labor picking that up haha." I grin at him.

"Are you going to be fine getting this in your house? Do you have someone to help you?" Wow he is a lot sweeter than I thought he might be. I'm not stupid, I know this is Liam from the band that Niall is in. I would really love the help because I don't want to drag all of these groceries, It's an easy task but being nearly nine months pregnant it deems immpossible, but I don't want to risk running into Niall.