I glanced over at Niall, seeing as how he was already staring at me; no, glaring.
"What?" I wondered, smirking at him lightly. He sighed and turned away, looking distraught.
"What?" I repeated, furrowing my eyebrows as my muscles tensed in my abdomen, my back straining light but enough. I made sure I didn't break my back as I stood up, rubbing my belly in content.
He hasn't answered, and I hummed at him, wanting a reply.
"What's wrong?" I asked, putting one hand on his shoulder. It was almost as if my touch was poison, the way he pulled away.
"Niall," I barely whispered, a sharp pang of offense in my heart.
"I think we made a mistake," he almost yelled, slightly curling back into himself after doing so.
My eyes instantly cut down to my stomach, swollen with our child, a week from her due date.
"But, you-" I started, shaking my head.
"With my job and the tour and the hate, I think we made the wrong choice," he shrugged, turning back around. I let out a laugh, placing a steadying hand on his chair.
"We talked about this, and it's going to be alright," I reminded him, trying to believe he was serious.
"There's no way this will work," he dead-panned, not even turning to look at me. Tears of frustration and confusion formed in my eyes.
"Niall, I know that it will be hard, but we have to. . ." The words fell away from me, the pain more important.
"To what?" he asked, glancing at me and seeing that I wasn't okay. "Are you-"
"Contractions," I spoke in a whisper, stopping the clenching of my teeth and trying to smile at him through the pain.
"Good," he scoffed, making me want to punch him more than ever.
"You need to-" I felt the water and smiled, letting out a squeal.
"Take me to the hospital!" I exclaimed, watching his eyes widen as he sprung into action to do just that, no questions asked.
And then I started having our baby.
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thanks to AlishaShasha for requesting! I hope you liked it and sorry for the wait D:
i'm so bad at my job guys i can't
i'll try to get one out everyday but my days have been so busy and i've been going to bed at 7:30 and waking up at 5 so i really don't have time for anything anymore
I STILL LOVE YOU THOUGH AND I HOPE YOU STILL LOVE ME BECAUSE I WOULDN'T
Mel xx
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Niall Horan Imagines
Fanfiction(REQUESTS TAKEN FOR THIRD BOOK) There is a second imagine book, a continuation of this, on my page. Thanks for reading! Mel x