Niall Horan Imagines

Pregnant (Request) (Part One)

My hands shook lightly as I put the test on the counter.

I'm pregnant, my mind reeled, and I tried not to scream out of joy.

"Niall!" I exclaimed, throwing open the door and racing down the hall.

He was in the kitchen, fixing himself breakfast, seeming alarmed when I ran into the room.

"What's wrong?" he wondered, letting his eyes continue to sizzle by themselves as he approached me.

"Nothing," I breathed out, taking his hand. "Nothing at all," I repeated, still seeing worry on his face.

"I'm pregnant." His reaction was nothing I was expecting.

"We weren't trying to have a kid," he let out, slipping his hand out of mine. His concern turned to something else. I chuckled, furrowing my eyebrows a little.

"But now that we do, isn't it great?" I grinned, trying to step closer to him. He only stepped away from me, making my heart drop.

"You cheated on me?" he whispered, and I froze for a second, making sure I heard him right.

"What?" He laughed like I was lying.

"The last four months I was on tour, and you go and do this," he scoffed, gesturing to my stomach. I winced uncontrollably.

"I had it with you!" I almost yelled, but his expression of distrust did not budge or falter. "And even if I did cheat, why would I tell you?" I asked him, crossing my arms over my chest defensively.

"So you did?" he laughed, turning to finish making his eggs. My breathing quickened due to the fact that with every second I grew more and more confused, frustrated, and a little frightened.

"Niall, I-" I tried to get out, but he slammed the now empty pan into the sink, making me jump.

"Get out!" he yelled, not looking at me.

"But I didn't!" I screamed. From behind, I saw him shaking and knew he at least needed some time to calm down.

"I said go!" he bellowed once more, a little softer but still enough to make me move. I stumbled to our room, grabbing an overnight bag and gathering my necessities. He materialized by the door, scaring me.

"You're not coming back," he let out, looking sad more than anything. My mouth hung open for a few seconds, but then I accepted it.

"You know when I'm lying," I growled through my teeth, continuing to pack. It was hard to look someone I knew and loved in the eye when I didn't know who they were anymore. "See that I'm telling you the truth and stop being such a-" I turned to look at him before I could let out my insult, being met with his eyes, and then a slap. The room was filled with only that echo as I crumpled onto the bed.

"You're a filthy slut. You have fifteen minutes to get out," he said lowly. I listened to his footsteps leave the room, trying to think of the right and wrong things to feel.

I never went back.

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thanks to XxLove5SOSxX for requesting this! I hope you like it and sorry for the wait!

i love you all so much okay, like you really don't know. the one two before this sucked majorly, and i'll try to make it up on my birthday, october 4th, with a special imagine. i wrote it a long time ago, and i've never shared it with anyone. if it's anyone, it should be the people who have given me a reason to live

thank you

Melody xx