Niall Imagines

She will be loved (part 4)

You sat on the couch, waiting for the rest of the boys to wake up. So many thoughts were going through your mind, some were telling you how stupid and selfish you were and some were telling you that you actually enjoyed it. You don't know why though because you don't even remember last night with Harry but just the thought of sleeping with him made you happy. You tried to shake those thoughts away and told yourself to get a grip. You had just cheated on your innocent boyfriend, you were selfish and stupid and ignorant and somehow you were still managing to tell yourself that you enjoyed it!? You were really nervous about what was going to happen. Whether Niall would find out somehow, or one of the boys. What Harry would think of it. If someone heard you last night. How long it would haunt you. All of those ideas were making you so scared about what was going to happen. You were terrified. Just as you were trying to distract yourself by going to cook some breakfast, that's when it hit you. "Fuck" you said out loud. "What about the fucking protection we used?" you whispered to yourself. You remember now. You didn't use any. Your eyes open wide. You hadn't taken the pill for a while now so that was no use. You run to the bathroom, trying to find 'the-morning-after" pills but you couldn't find any. SHIT. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? you thought. There was no way you could get to the shops because you didn't own a car and it was a 50 minute walk. You searched through the draws again to try and find the pills but there wasn't any to be seen. You found a pregnancy test and bit your lip, wondering if you should use it. It was probably Liam's sisters. You couldn't just use it without her permission. But then you clutched your stomach. You needed to find out. This was serious. None of the boys were up still which was good because you had some privacy. You went into the toilet and peed on the the pregnancy test. You closed your eyes, not wanting to look at the result. You were shaking so much, full of fear. "Breathe" you told yourself. You took a minute to calm down and look at the result.

Immediately you regret looking at the result. It's postitive. You flip out and have a mini panic attack. You try to steady your breathing. But there's a million things on your mind like -

What are you going to do? What are you going to tell Harry? What are you going to tell Niall? What are you going to tell the boys? What are you going to tell your friends and family? Are you going to keep the baby? Will Harry or Niall father it?

You couldn't think of any answers to the questions yet. It hadn't even sunk in that you were pregnant. You needed to tell Harry first seeing as it was his baby. You snuck out of the bathroom with the pregnancy test and the boys still weren't awake which was good so you tiptoed into the guest room which Harry was in. You hid the pregnancy test in toilet roll because you didn't want to just walk in and be like "Hey oh yeh Harry look at this, your a dad now" because you had a feeling that wouldn't go down to well. You closed the door behind you and sat down on the edge of the bed. Harry was awake but he was still lying in bed on his phone. "Harry, I need to tell you something" you begin. He looks away from his phone and to you. "Yes?" he replys. "Well... uh... I was just in the bathroom and I was.. um I was about to go in the shower but then um.....um... I saw a rat" you quickly mumbled. You couldn't tell him. You were too nervous at the moment. He looks at you with a weird look on his face. "Well if your trying to tell me to get rid of it, I'm not going to" he says. "Your great help then Hazza Bazza" you respond sarcastically. He laughs at you but then becomes more serious. "(Y/N) about last night.. I'm sorry. I was drunk, well we both were and even though I like you more than a friend it gave me no right to pull a stunt like that" he apologises. "No Harry, it's fine. Let's just um... forget it" you say. Forget it? You can't forget it though. You can't just forget that you were pregnant with HIS baby. Once again, you leave the room quietly so that the boys don't get suspicious of why you were in the same room as Harry. You walk upstairs to your room and jump onto the bed, sighing deeply. You begin to think further into this hole that you've dug yourself into. You can't get an abortion. You can't just kill a baby. YOUR baby. Your phone vibrates and you unlock it. It's from Harry. You read it and your heart starts to thump. "Oh no" you whispered. It said: