Still The One (Niall Horan)

Chapter 37

*Niall's P.O.V.*

I spent the whole afternoon in the music room, whenever I'm playing I lose track of time. I didn't even realize what time it was until I heard the door open, meaning that Soph was back.

"I had a very productive afternoon, I wrote two whole songs." I hollered to her as I made my way to the kitchen, where I presumed Soph was since it was already dinner time. 

"That's amazing." She replied, not even turning to look my way. Something was wrong, I was sure of it.

"Something wrong petal? Did you not get any swim suits?"

"Yeah, I did get a few." She spoke, still not meeting my gaze. I approached her, and lifted her chin up, so that she'd turn to look at me. 

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" I asked again, and saw her eyes get all watery, as she sighed and then blinked rapidly, trying to stop the tears from falling down her cheeks.. What the hell had happened? "Petal, you're scaring me, what's wrong?" I hugged her really tight.

"It's..." She started speaking but her voice cracked, so I hugged her even tighter and I stroked her hair, in an effort to comfort her.

"Talk to me baby."

"I'm...I'm late." It was barely a whisper, if I hadn't been hugging her, I wouldn't have heard it.

"Late for what?" I asked, because honestly I had no clue as to what she was talking about.

"I'm late Niall." She repeated, looking me straight in the eye, and then it hit me. That kind of late. Shit.

*Sofia's P.O.V.*

"I'm...I'm late." I blurted out, but it was barely a whisper. 

"Late for what?" Really Niall? Are you kidding me?

"I'm late Niall." I looked at him and watched as realization hit him. The color instantly drained from his face.

"Oh." Was all that he voiced as he made his way to the stool to sit down, he was so out of it that he nearly fell down. 

"Yeah." I sat next to him.

"So..." He finally spoke after a few minutes of sitting in complete silence, neither of us turning to look at each other.

"So..."

"So you're saying you might be pregnant." The words came out of his mouth, and a tear escaped my eye. Hearing him say it made me realize the extent of the situation we were in, what if I was really pregnant? I wasn't ready to be a mom, not at all. 

"Oh god." After that one tear escaped my eye, I couldn't stop the water works from coming.

"Hey, hey, don't cry. It's okay. We'll work things out." Niall scooted over and placed his arm around me, trying to comfort me.

"My parents will kill me if I have a baby out of wed lock."

"Then we'll get married." Niall offered.

"Just because I'm possibly pregnant?"

"No, not because of that."

"Then why? I want us to get married because we love each other and we can't imagine life without each other, not because I'm possibly pregnant." By this point I was sobbing uncontrollably, and I was blaming it on the hormones. Either I was hormonal because my period was about to come, or I was pregnant. I was seriously hoping it wasn't because of the latter.

"We do love each other and I can't imagine life without you by my side. I want you to be my wife, a baby wouldn't be the reason we were getting married, it would be a plus."