hey! before this chapter starts, i wanted to clear up the timeline since i always write in the am and im extremely out of it. so, the years and such are so inconsistent it makes me want to scream. here we go: when niall was five, he moved from mullingar to juniper, the small town in england jenna was already living in. at fifteen, they made the pact to get married if they were still single by the time they graduated college. at 18, both of them went to different colleges. 4 years later, at 22, they graduated, but still hadnt reunited. another 4 years later, right after nialls 26th birthday, and a few months before jennas, was when they found each other again. so they hadnt seen each other in 8 years. in may of 2021, they got married (last chapter). also: this is an au!! so im not trying to get crazy accurate with details of their early lives irl. one direction was just a university garage band, not the craziness it actually was. and, absolutely no covid madness. just wanted to clear that up :p now, in this chapter, it is june 2021. enjoy, this ones crazy so grab your popcorn :D
June
Hammer to the gut.
That's what I felt that morning after waking up from one of the longest night's sleeps I'd had in a long time. I tried to squirm out from the grip of the Irish boy laying beside me, but it was no use. Niall always was very cuddly in his sleep, and never let go of me until he woke up. So, I had to awaken him, which proved to be a very difficult task. I tried kisses, punches, pillows to the head, but nothing worked. As a last resort, I gave him a wet willy, making him jump up.
"What the hell was that for?"
"Sorry, love, but I have to get up. My stomach feels like there's a cannonball inside of it" I grimaced, feeling the discomfort rise up to my throat. Knowing what was about to happen, I sprinted to our bathroom and hurled over the toilet.
Shit.
I was never one to get sick, especially something causing me to vomit, so I knew this was out of the ordinary. And thinking back, I was a little late. I hoped and pleaded to God that it wasn't what I thought it was.
"Hey, are you okay in there? If I need to I can call off work. They'll understand if my wife is sick". Wife. I was still getting used to being called that, but every time I heard him say it, I got a warm and bubbly feeling. I panicked, knowing I had to figure something out before he got suspicious of anything.
"No, I'm fine. Probably just the burrito I had last night". There you go, blame it on the burrito. Timeless.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. Now, you're lucky I woke you up when I did, because you've got to be at work in half an hour". I heard him curse under his breath and rummage around his drawers to get some clothes on.
"Yeah, thanks for that. I'm gonna grab a bagel and get out of here". Niall walked into the bathroom and gave me a kiss, looking down at me with pity. "Are you sure you're fine?"
"I'm not gonna be fine if you lose your job because you're late. Get your ass out of here". I chuckled at him, and he helped me up before giving me one final hug and rushing out the door.
Once the coast was clear, I grabbed my phone and opened up Harry's contact in my messages.
Me: hey, can we get brunch together? i have to talk to you about something
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Fiksi Penggemar"Jenna, promise me that if by the time we both graduate college and are still single, you'll come back to me?" When you agreed to your best friend Niall's charming request at the age of fifteen, you never expected it to come true. But when you run i...
