Sister Payne (n.h.)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Skyler's P.O.V.

I was discharged around noon and had to endure a very angry Liam in the car.

"Yay. Here we go to the pharmacy to pick up my EIGHTEEN year old sister's prenatal vitamins. Fucking lovely." Liam went on. "I mean Jesus, how could you two be so fucking stupid? I told Sophia the tickets to Disney alone was a bad idea, but did she listen to me? No, because nobody ever fucking listens to me. Skyler, how are you going to take care of a child, when you can't even take care of yourself? You just went psycho and overdosed on heroine. HEROINE. While you were pregnant. Oh I hope the baby doesn't have any defects from the heroine overdose. Wouldn't that just be--" I cut him off. I know we were wreck less, but I don't need him on me about everything.

"Damn it Liam! Would you shut the fuck up?! Don't you think I fucking know I fucked up? Do you think I want to be pregnant right now? Do you think I wanted to overdose? No! So please dear god, lay the fuck off."

"Sky. Listen I'm just disappointed. I mean we found you, basically dead, right after our mum died. And then to find out you're pregnant with my best friend's baby. It's kind of a lot. And on top of this, nobody fucking knows where Niall went." He said the last part in a whisper. I didn't know that no one knew his whereabouts. I just thought he needed a breather.

"Nobody knows where he went?" I asked.

"No. He stormed off apparently. That's what Zayn said. They saw him leave the hospital. Niall won't pick up the phone or answer texts."

Great. Just fucking grand. The love of my life is probably walking out on me because I got pregnant. Why wouldn't he? I fucked up his life. He's too young for a baby. I'm too young for a baby. He's gonna hate me if I keep it. It's going to ruin his career. I can't do that to him. Either I leave or... I don't even want to think of the other option. I don't want to cry. I need to do it though. I need to fix this. I pulled my phone out and clicked on the familiar contact.

To: Niall <3
Niall, I know you probably don't want anything to do with me right now. I love you and I want what's best for you. I think we should do what's best for your career. I can terminate the pregnancy... It'll be for the best.

Almost as soon as the message was delivered it notifies me that he read it. He began to write back. I didn't even want to know what he was writing.

From: Niall <3
Who said that that's best for me?

This is so short I'm sorry.