Stuck With Me {A Niall Horan / Harry Styles Fan Fiction}

Chapter 15

                                                                    6 MONTHS LATER

MARY'S POV

I lift myself out of the soft bed, my swollen belly making it harder to get up. I was back in my hometown, staying at a hotel. I hadn't been able to travel with the boys for four months now, since I began my third part of the trimester. Josh had volunteered to stay with me, and was practically waiting on me hand and foot. It was nice of him to care for me, and the baby that would soon be coming. I had insisted he stay with the band, but he insisted, making a point on how he was my boyfriend and he should come. In the end, I obliged.

I did miss the boys everyday, but they would video chat me after every concert. It was a nice treat to be able to see their faces so often. I did have to admit, though, that I still had a soft spot for Harry. Niall was still going out and getting drunk every night, so my appreciation for him was dwindling.

When Harry and I broke up six months ago, we went to Australia a few weeks later. I would cry every night, and one night, Harry knocked on my door. I answered it, and he came in, not bothering to ask. He had asked me if we were okay. I told him we were, and if there was any chance that we could get back together. He had said no. Harry told me about an amazing girl he had met. Not surprising that he had already moved on. But I told him we could still be friends, and he agreed.

Not that it made me feel any better. I needed someone to turn to, and it definitely wasn't going to be Niall. He had turned into a drunk. He was getting drunk every night, and coming to the hotel with a new girl every weekend. He was a mess. 

But one night, as I was crying myself to sleep again, I heard a soft voice and a tiny knock on the door. I opened it to see Josh, standing there with a worried look on his face. He had stayed with me the whole night, comforting me. That was when our relationship really took off.

But that was six months ago. Let's get back to the present.

I walk out to the kitchen, where a tired-looking Josh was flipping pancakes. "Banana?" I ask with a smile. He kisses me on my cheek.

"Of course," he says. I've had a real soft spot for banana pancakes for a while now. Just part of the pregnancy, I guess. "Oh, and Happy Birthday," he adds. I smile and sit down on the couch, sighing loudly, my feet hurting like heck. I had read online that the last few weeks of the pregnancy would be complete hell, and so far, the prediction was spot-on. Josh knew this of course, so he was being as gentle as possible. I was glad for that.

Josh brings me a plate of pancakes a few minutes later, and joins me on the couch, where I'm watching a rerun of the boys' performance last night on Ellen. They sang Live While We're Young, and the crowd went crazy. Just like I would've a year ago, before I knew the boys. I smile, and Josh wraps his arms around me. 

Later that day, we go out to eat for dinner. When we're there, Niall video chats me. I almost don't answer, but deemed that to be cruel, and answer on the fifth ring. "Hello?" I ask. Josh is sitting next to me, peering over my shoulder. He waves a half-hearted hello at Niall. 

"Mary," he says, slurring. I roll my eyes. He was drunk again. "Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary. Hi."

I roll my eyes. "Goodbye, Niall," and with that, I hang up. "Why is he like this?" I ask Josh, but he can't provide an answer, so later that night, I call Harry up for a video chat. He answers on the first ring, beaming at me.

"Mary! You're glowing!" He says, and I smile.

"Aw, thanks," I say, "But I have something important to talk to you about."