Treacherous (Niall Horan)

Rehearsals

---Cheyenne's POV---

I wake up to the sun shining in my eyes. I groan softly and nuzzle my face into Niall's side. He's still asleep, snoring lightly.
I smile softly, remembering last night. We haven't made love like that in a while.
I feel him wake up and wrap his arms around me tightly.
"Good morning, my love." He says softly.
I smile and kiss him softly.
"Good morning, babe."
He smiles and squeezes me.
There's a knock at the door.
He sighs and kisses my head.
"I'll get it."
He gets up, puts on his boxers and runs a hand through his hair.
Oh my god... He's so fucking hot...
He walks to the door and opens it. I only hear mumbling, then Niall saying:
"I apologize. We will be ready soon."
Then he shuts the door and walks back over to me. He hovers above me and kisses me.
"What was that about?" I ask.
"Someone was a little too loud last night and Zayn didn't get any sleep til late."
My eyes widen and I cover my face with my hands.
"Oh my god..." He laughs and sits next to me. "It's not funny!"
"Yes it is!"
I groan and hit him playfully.
"Hey!"
"Oh, hush."
He grins and so do I. He leans down and kisses me.
"If it makes it better, I like it when you-"
"Niall!"
He laughs.
And I hit him again.

<3 hours later>

Niall and I are on out way to the stadium for rehearsals. We already have fans and paparazzi running after the cars. I sigh and lean into Niall. He rubs my arm.
"Are you okay, babe?"
"Yeah... It just feels a little too early for fans and paparazzi..."
"It's our life, babe..."
"I know.. I know..." I put my head on his shoulder. He kisses my head and wraps his arm around me.

Then we get into the stadium.

There's hundreds of fans and a lot of paparazzi. We are instantly surrounded. Niall holds my hand and looks at me.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah."
The cars drive around to a back entrance to the stadium, where there's only a small group of fans and paparazzi a few feet away.
We all get out; Harry, Liam, and Zayn go say hi to them. Niall looks, but keeps his hold on my hand and walks forward. I stop him.
"Babe, go say hi to them.."
"It's okay."
"Niall. Go. It'll make their lives so much better."
".... Alright."
I kiss him and he walks over to the boys and the fans. I walk inside the stadium.

<1 month later>

I'm watching the boys rehearse for their last show in the UK. I'm in the stands with a few lucky fans who were chosen to watch them. They're giggling and gossiping.
"I think Louis is so cute." One says.
"I'm more of a Zayn girl.." Another says.
"You can't pick!" Another says.
I chuckle.
We talk about the boys, the tour traveling, and possible plans that Niall and I have for the future. They ask about marriage, and the possibility of having a baby. Right now, the answers are all no.
We sit there for a while before I get a wave of nausea.
"Mmm.. Excuse me, girls." I get up and find a bathroom. As soon as I step into the stall, I throw up.
I hear the bathroom door open and Niall asking for me. I flush the toilet and step out of the stall. He looks at me.
"Babe? Are you alright?" He walks over and pushes a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Yeah... I don't think breakfast is liking me right now..."
"It was pretty greasy..."
I nod. He walks over, gets a paper towel and wets it. He walks over to me and wipes my mouth.
"You can relax in the dressing room today.. Yeah?"
I nod.
He wraps his arm around me and we walk out of the bathroom. The boys look at us from the stage, worried expressions on their faces. Niall holds a thumb up, signaling that I'm okay and then takes me backstage.
"Cheyenne is pregnant and is suffering from morning sickness." Harry jokes over the microphone.
Niall and I laugh lightly and I lay down on the couch in the dressing room. Niall kisses my head.
"After rehearsals, we will go home and relax."
"That sounds good."
He smiles, kisses my head again and walks back to the stage.
Me? I decide to take a nap.