Love Thy Neighbour *editing*

"Don't even go there with the religion card!"

The pregnancy tests fell from my hands, landing with a soft thud on the carpet. I shook, my whole body trembling. What was I going to do? Niall stooped to pick them up and examined the results. Then he stood up again, just staring at me. I sucked in my cheeks and rocked on the balls of my feet. I was looking anywhere but his eyes because I knew the moment that I looked into them, I would break down.

"A baby," he murmured. I chanced a glance at him. He was still looking at the pregnancy tests, one from the other, as if they were going to suddenly change. I buried my head in my hands and slid down the wall.

I was pregnant. The thing that I had thought was a stomach bug was, in fact, an infant. A child. And no matter how I phrased it in my head, the fact remained that I was having a baby. I had ruined both of our lives.

Eurgh.

"I'm sorry," I groaned. "I'm so fucking sorry." And the tears started up again. I couldn't understand why I suddenly felt the need to sob about every little thing; it felt rather demeaning to be honest. I didn't want him to comfort me. I didn't want him touching me in anyway.

"Why?" he breathed. He towered over me and I looked up. His eyes were wide and mine were teary. This wasn't how I had foreseen my day, if I was being completely honest.

"Well, to be honest," I said, wiping my eyes, "a motherwasn't what I said the careers' adviser when I went to see her." Niall sat down next to me. "And you...you're a serial shagger; it's hardly dad material."

Niall frowned at me.

"This kid would be more messed up than the both of us put together," I muttered, nibbling on a rag nail.

"So what're you saying?" he asked, leaning closer to me. I wanted to be really childish and move away but I didn't; something told me that this situation had to be tackled with maturity. So I sat, watching out of the window overlooking the back garden.

"I'm saying," I said slowly, "that I don't think I want a baby." I caught the look on Niall's face.

"What's that face for?" I demanded. "Why are you making that face?"

"Evie, my mum's a bloody Catholic!"

"Niall, you're the most unholiest person I've ever had the misfortune to meet!" I exploded. "So don't even go there with the religion card!" Niall rolled his eyes at me and leaned back. He raised his hands to his face and pulled them down, making him look like a bloodhound. Why the hell was he even acting like he wanted this? He had already pointed out that being called dad didn't make him have the best chance with the ladies. And as for me...I wanted to get out of this place. I wanted to make a name for myself and I couldn't possibly do that with a baby attached to my hip.

"What're we going to do?" I asked in a small voice. I was scared; I wasn't going to hide it. I had never found myself in this predicament and I was guessing that he hadn't either. I just wished that I could tell what was going on in that head of him.

"Look," he said, looking at me, "whatever you want to do, I'll help you, but...my mum; she doesn't believe in abortion."

Right now, I didn't care whether his mum believed that the earth had been created by gophers in hats; I was going to do whatever I wanted and not he or his mother was going to stand in my way. How old was he anyway; still pandering to his mother's every whim? Seventeen years old and still scared about what mummy thought.

"You need to go," I said suddenly, getting gingerly to my feet. I looked down at him. There was disbelief written across his beautiful face.

"What?" he said, jumping up. "You've just found out you're pregnant and you want me to go?" I nodded; what was so difficult about it? I pushed him towards the stairs, surprising myself with the aggressiveness in my actions.