Stay || A sequel to Fate

Chapter Twelve.

"There's about five years left until we can go back to the US.", I complain to the boys as we're trying to come up with something fun to do whilst being on the plane to Germany.

"No, it's not.", Niall chuckles.

I turn my face to him and give him a disapproving look. "Yes, it is."

"It's only two weeks, Kayla.", Louis says.

"Yeah, five years.", I whine and throw my hands in the air.

Zayn just laughs, plumps down next to me and rests his arm around my shoulders. "Calm down, two weeks isn't a lot of time."

This time, I turn to him and give him a disapproving look. "It's enough time for my bump to grow even more. I don't want mom to find out without me even saying a single word to her."

"She won't!", Niall assures me. "Look, when the european leg of this tour is done, we'll go straight to the US. If your bump is any bigger by then, you can just wear any of my clothings, alright?"

"As if that's going to work.", I roll my eyes.

"Why are you being so negative?", Niall counters. "Of course it's going to work."

"Why are you being so positive?", I remark, not being able to hold back a small smile. "How can you be so sure that's going to work?"

"Are you kidding me?", Louis butts in. "Have you seen his tummy?"

Everybody laughs, but Niall stops before everyone else and stays serious. "No, but seriously, even though I'm not the tallest, I'm still taller than you. My shirts and sweaters are way too big for you. Every single one of them."

"That's true.", I nod. "But I'm still worried by how much my tummy is going to grow until we get there."

"If you're that worried, I can always get you a plane ticket back to the US as soon as we land in Germany.", Niall says, and adjusts his position in the couch opposite of me and places his hand on my knee.

"No!", I exclaim, almost in panic. "I am not telling mom that I'm pregnant without you."

"Why not?", he stupidly enough asks.

"Because! She didn't even like that we got engaged, remember?", I explain.

"Sure I remember, but that was last year.", he counters. "She's probably grown fonder with the idea of that since."

"Whatever.", I groan and rub my temple. "This headache is killing me and I can't think right now."

I get up on my feet and walk to the "kitchen", and take an ice cold waterbottle from the minifridge. All these thoughts racing through my head along with a headache is too much. Just as I'm about to take a huge gulp, Niall comes up to me and stands as close as possible to me.

He places one hand on my hip that is on the opposite side of him and leans his face down, resthing his chin on my shoulder. "You okay?"

"I'm fine.", I state.

"Really?", he coos, tilting his head down even further and places his lips against my left collarbone.

"Yeah, it's just a headache.", I assure him, and then place the bottle back against my lips.

I gulp a lot of the bottle down, and immediately feel the life coming back to my body. This pregnancy is a wonderful thing, but at the same time it isn't, because at some points it makes me feel completely awful. But, with Niall always around to comfort me, the bad moments don't mean anything. Especially not compared to the good ones.