Blue eyed Boy - Nouis (Mpreg boyxboy)

Chapter 20 - Planes and touring

~Niall~

Ever since that night I've been feeling funny, which is weird. It's been over two weeks now, Louis was leaving for Australia in a week. He would be doing a bit of promo and a few concerts over there, it was exciting and also saddening on my part because this is the first time he'd be away from me. Well since we've been together anyways.

Lately I have been feeling nauseated in the mornings, which isn't normal. And I couldn't be pregnant, no not at all. When I had woken up the next morning, there was two clearly used condoms in the bin of Louis' bathroom when I showered. So it couldn't be that, I can't be that. What would I say to him if I was indeed pregnant?

Hi babe, I know this shouldn't be possible but I can get pregnant and I'm carrying your child.

Yeah right, he wouldn't believe me. Or he'd call me a freak, and that'll do wonders for my self esteem wouldn't it? I just can't be pregnant.

But what if I am? What am I going to do with it? Kill it? A shudder runs through my body. No, I won't kill it. I can't. What if I'm working myself up? What if I'm being stupid and there is no baby?

"Niall?"

I spin around and turn to the person in fright. Oh, Louis.

"Yeah babe?" I ask with a fake smile.

"You okay? You're holding your stomach." He asked worriedly, walking forward and placing his hand over mine. Which was indeed on my stomach, when did I do that?

"Yeah I'm fine, just been feeling a little queasy." I replied, curling my fingers around his.

"You might be getting a bug," Louis replies as he presses a kiss to my forehead. I hum in response and turn in his arms, the faint smell of his aftershave passes my nose and then the saliva builds up in my mouth. Crap.

I cup my mouth with my hand and rush off to the bathroom, ignoring Louis as he calls my name. I make it down in front if the toilet just before I throw up.

It burns and I'm crying because no, this can't be happening. I must really be pregnant, i'm 100% positive now.

"Babe? Where did you run off too? Nia-. Oh, Niall." There's arms around my waist as I violently heave into the toilet.

Louis drops me home later that evening, and after a lot of kisses and hugs he drives away. Zayn leads me back inside for dinner, and we chat about our day. I leave out the bit where I threw up, not wanting to worry him. That night I fall into a restless sleep.

The rest of the week passes by in a blur of throwing up and tiredness. Zayn finds me the next morning throwing up in our bathroom, trying to be as quite as I can.

I still work throughout the week, even when Zayn protests against it. I worked, and since people had found out where I worked the restaurant became very popular. It was full almost every single day because fans wanted to see me. But still the paps followed me around, still kept asking questions. It was annoying and irritating, they didn't know when to stop. I ignored every single comment thrown at me, just like Louis handled paps.

When I returned home from work I often just fall asleep on the lounge and Zayn wakes me up for dinner. It was okay, I hadn't been thinking about the possible baby that I might be carrying, I had been too busy too. Most mornings I woke up to find my hand over my stomach, it was weird. But now all I could think about was that dream I had all those months ago. I wanted it to be real.

And it scared me.

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Today Louis was leaving, I was already at the airport sitting in the private boarding lounge with Zayn. We had been escorted to it after a van had pulled up at the flat this morning. A couple of people recognized me as I passed, all of them then looking for Louis.

Which I wasn't surprised about, but they all looked disappointed when Louis hadn't followed me. I was getting worried because they were suppose to be here already, the flight leaves in an hour.

Suddenly the door opens and a bunch of people come running in. Zayn and I rise from our seats in alarm and the head security guard rushes off to the flight attendant. I spot Louis leaning up against the wall with his face flushed red.

"Hi babe," I say as I hug him.

"Sorry 'bout that, traffic was mental." he apologizes as he wraps his arm around me.

"The good thing is that you're here now." I say as I pull back from him, Louis looks at me and worriedly traces the bags under my eyes.

"How are you feeling?" he asks quietly.

"I'm fine, just a little tired thats all." I say back quietly, leaning my head down so that it rests on his shoulder.

"You been throwing up?" he asks as his arms embrace me. I just nod into his shoulder and I hear him sigh into my hair. "And I've bet you've been working too."

"Course I have been, babe. Im not just going to stay at home if I've gotten a bug." I reply after pulling my face away from his shoulder.

"I know, but I'm just worried." Louis says and that's the end of that conversation.

We spend the next hour talking and enjoying each other before Louis has to board. Then we exchange a couple of teary farewells and then they're all gone.

I leave with Zayn after the plane takes off, knowing that he wouldn't be back for a while.