Falling For Niall (Sequel to FIOD)

Chapter 7

(Third person point of view)

               Niall yanked the car door open and helped Rhiannon onto the seat. Inside the house, the other four boys and Liam’s family were in a state of frenzy. The only understanding of the situation came from Niall’s scrambled shouts:

                    “Rhiannon…baby…hospital…today!”

                Rhiannon clutched her stomach in fear; she was just barely seven months pregnant! Even if the baby did survive, she would be premature and would have so many complications. Either way, this baby was hers and Logan’s: no matter what happened, Rhiannon would love and protect her to the best of her ability and beyond. This was her last connection to Logan, long gone but never once forgotten.

                Niall was in his own state of panic. He was only twenty! He didn’t have any clue what to do. When he had been on the prank that Louis and Zayn set up, he wasn’t so concerned: it wasn’t his baby. Right now Harry would be more useful; he seemed to know what he was doing. What was that breathing thing again? Even though this was in fact Logan’s baby and not his, Niall had promised he would love Rhiannon and the baby. Long before Logan had passed away, he had approached Niall with an unexpected request.

                   “Keep her safe, Niall. If something ever happens to me…”

               Logan had trailed off, but Niall knew what he meant. It seemed a strange request for a man who had just become engaged moments before, but Niall would never break such a serious promise.

                After a few miles of driving illegally over the limit and running a few red lights, Niall pulled up in front of Wolverhampton’s central hospital. He carelessly parked across two parking spaces. Niall got out and ran to the other side of the car. He opened the door for Rhiannon and helped her out. The pair walked awkwardly at a fast pace to the main doors. Niall immediately spotted wheelchairs and brought one to Rhiannon. She sat in it and as soon as her feet were on the rests, Niall pushed the chair down the hallway faster than he had ever moved in his life. Nurses came running at the sounds of the boy’s frantic shouts. They listened in complete confusion as the blonde singer uttered absolute gibberish.

                     “Niall! SHUT UP!” Rhiannon snapped.

                Niall immediately stopped talking and a red blush crept onto his face.

                     “I’m pretty sure I’ve gone into labor…I think,” Rhiannon told the nurses.

                They smiled at the curly- haired girl and began pushing her wheelchair. Niall was about to follow her, but he was held back. Rhiannon stared at him over her shoulder in complete exasperation. She couldn’t do this without her Niall! Rhiannon began mouthing something to him as she stared back.

                Niall saw Rhiannon mouthing something and he focused on her lips.

                                I need-

                The words were cut off by the doors swinging together to cut off any visuals between the couple. Niall slumped back against the wall and pulled at his hair. They couldn’t do this! Rhiannon couldn’t go through this alone. Anyway, he was her- He was her what?  It had never been said, but with recent- and previous- events, there had been an unspoken bond between the two: but was it a one sided bond?

                The main emergency room doors were flung open and Louis, Harry, Zayn, Liam, and Liam’s parents and sisters rushed in.

“Where is she?” Liam asked.

                The boys were concerned, but even more so when they saw Niall alone, sitting on the floors, and most importantly, away from Rhiannon. When Niall explained the situation, all the boys grew extremely angry. They couldn’t let their best friend give birth to her dead fiancée’s child, or any child, alone!  Liam pushed through the large groups of people and went to the nurse at the front desk.

“Excuse me miss. My friend just went to a room and she’s alone,” he told her.

                The nurse looked him up and down with her eyes quickly and recognized him as the Liam Payne.

                “You… you’re…” she stuttered, completely star struck.

                “Yes and my best friend is about to have a child alone.” Liam was growing aggravated: the nurse took notice and composed herself.

                “I’m sorry Mr. Payne, I can’t help you.”

                “Thanks for nothing.”  Liam walked away muttering obscenities under his breath. He silently cussed out everyone he could think of and their mothers. Rhiannon wasn’t just his ex- girlfriend. She was his best friend and the girl his best friend, no, his brother, was in love with. One Direction was a family; this included their very best friends, their personal families, and their girlfriends.

                Zayn watched his best friend come back over to the group. He picked up on a few of Liam’s virtually inaudible mumbled as the boy got closer. In the years they had known each other, Zayn had never heard Liam say such horrible things. Even when he was hurt he would just shout or even just grunt.

                Harry was pacing nervously along the wall. This was so unusual that no one would be allowed in. When his friend had been in the same situation, Harry had been in the room with her. He had even allowed her to hold his hand and squeeze it to avoid concentrating on the pain. Consequently, his fingers were crushed and his hand was sore for the next few days.

                Louis sat in the hard plastic chair and held his head in his hands. He had helped push Rhiannon to talk to Niall, and now look where she was. In a hospital-. In a hospital filled with people who love her trying to get in to see her. Maybe he hadn't messed. Just please, Louis thought, please let us hear some good news soon.

              Louis wish was granted and all of the boys stood up and ran to the doctor who had just called out the name. Her name.

                 "Rhiannon Ricci?" 

              Niall was the first to respond and the doctor directed his words at him.

                   "She's fine. We've managed to to stop the early labor; she will be fine.  There is just one thing you should know. We ran a few tests, and well, you will be having twins. Congratulations," the doctor said. He patted Niall on the shoulder and walked over to a crying girl on one of the chairs.

               The boys had just barely managed to breathsighs of relief when a very tired, but nonetheless happy, Rhiannon was ushed in her wheelchair right to the open and waiting arms of Niall.

Next update sometime next week, possibly sooner. My birthday is on Thursday (October 11), so I will NOT be writing then. Could I possibly get a great present from you all? Meaning, 10 votes, 10 comments? I would really like to start getting feeedback from you all, its very discouraging to have all silent readers.

Love you all,  Sarah xx