You were out at the supermarket grabbing some things that you were craving, ie. peanut butter and celery. As you were about to leave, you heard someone calling you. You turned around and walking toward you was none other than Mr. Niall Horan. "Hey," You breathed, still feeling butterflies flutter in your stomach after all this time. "Hi, YN." He smiled, offering to hold your grocery bags. You smiled weakly and handed them to him. "So, um, how have you been?" You asked, arms crossed as you two exited the supermarket. "I've been better." He chuckled. "Yourself?" You nodded, looking at him. "Same here." Niall cleared his throat. "Look, I've been wanting to talk to you YN. Do you want to get together sometime soon?" He asked, a small, hopeful smile grazing his lips. "We can grab a coffee now if you want, unless if you're in a rush?" You glanced down at your stomach, subconciously running your hand over it. "YN?" He glanced over at you, worried. "Are you okay?" You two were now at your car and he handed you the bag. "Uh, yeah." You responded quietly. "I-I'm okay." Your attempt to smile only gave away more to Niall. "No, you're not YN." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Niall, it was good seeing you. But I don't think this'll be a good idea." You opened your door and began to get in before Niall grabbed your hand. "Wait." He sighed. "I may have come off a bit too strong, but I really need to talk to you YN. I need to know why you left me, I was devastated, and I'd be lying if I said I still wasn't." You felt yourself began to tremble. "Niall, I can't talk about this right now." "Then when can we-" "I just can't." You sighed, a couple tears falling. "Fine. Then just answer my question; why did you leave me? Was I not enough for you? Did I not make you happy? Just tell me why and I'll leave you alone." He responded. "No, not at all, Niall." You whispered. "You were perfect," He stared at you with a saddened expression. "Then why?" "Because it wouldn't have worked out between us." Niall stared waiting for an answer. "I'm pregnant, but not with your baby. It's Y/E/N's." You replied, voice cracking. "That's why I left you. I didn't want to complicate your life." "Why did you think it would complicate my life?" He asked slowly, still trying to grasp what you had just said. "If anything I would've helped you with the baby! Tell me what you want me to do, I'll do whatever I can to make you and the baby happy YN." You shook your head. "No, Niall. I couldn't bare to do that to you." "Please! YN! I can help you, I want to be with you and if helping you with this baby is what it takes, I will damn well nuture this baby regardless if its' mine or not!" He exclaimed. "I'm sorry, babe." You shook your head and got into your car, driving off.
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