Breanna's POV
I took a deep breath as I heard Niall shout, telling me he was home.
You can do this, Bre. Just tell him straight up. It's only going to change his life.
I let out a groan before taking a deep breath and walking out of the bathroom, standing at the top of the stairs, waiting for Niall to notice me as he rambled on whilst taking off his shoes and jacket.
"I love workin' on the new album an' everythin', but it takes bloody ages. Repeatin' the same lyrics over and over and over-"
"I'm pregnant." I cut him off. He stared up at me in shock.
"And over." He said quietly. Normally, I would've laughed, but something doesn't let me. "I'm sorry, what now?" I sighed.
"I'm pregnant." I say louder this time.
"Preg...pregnant? I...you....what...are you...are you sure?" He stuttered. I bit my lip, holding out one hand, using the other to gesture for him to come up. He slowly walked up the stairs, grabbing onto my hand. I pulled him along to the bathroom, and gestured towards the sink where 5 pregnancy tests lay in the basin - all saying positive. He stared at them in shock.
"Yah, I'm pretty sure." I say with a stern voice.
"B-but...how? We....we used a-"
"I know, but they only work like, 97% of the time." I told him. He looked up at me.
"They what?" He asked in disbelief. I rolled my eyes.
"Oh shut up, Horan. You watched that Friends episode the other day." I say with a slight tease to my voice. He shot me a cheeky grin before staring at the tests again. I sat on the edge of the bath, my face in my hands. "What're going to do?" I asked, my voice cracking slightly.
"Hey, baby, don't cry." Niall's soothing voice sounded. I felt his hands on top of mine before he pulled them away from my face and held them in his hands. "First of all, we're goin' to go get a cup of tea, then we're goin' to sit down and talk this through, okay?" He said, gently but sternly. I nodded, letting him pull me up. He kissed the top of my head, before we walked downstairs. "Go sit in the lounge, I'll make the drinks."
Following what he said, I sat cross legged on the couch, cuddling a cushion into my chest. I can't believe I'm pregnant. I mean...I'm pregnant. I have someone growing inside of me. I'm 19 and pregnant. That's practically screwed up my life plans. I wanted to married before I got pregnant. Sure, Niall and I have been together for 3 years, but I still wanted to be married first.
"Here you go, gorgeous." Niall's voice broke me from my thoughts. He handed me my mug, before sitting beside me. I sipped at my tea. It was completely silent, neither of us knowing quite where to start. "What do we do?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, looking at Niall. He sighed, looking back at me.
"Do we keep it, or..." He started. I sighed.
"I can't...I can't have an abortion. No matter how young I am, I can't...stop another persons life. It's practically murder." I said sadly. Of course, under certain circumstance, I think abortion would be necessary, but for us...We have enough money, we have the right environment, we're mature enough, we're both healthy and for all I know, the baby is healthy.
"So we keep it." Niall breathed. I nodded. We both looked straight ahead at the wall. "So, we keep it, and we have a baby." He says slowly.
"We're going to have a baby." I say, a small smile playing at my lips.
"I'm gonna be a Dad." I look at Niall and he has a smile on his lips.
"I'm gonna be a Mum." I smile back. I put my tea on the coffee table, before giving Niall a big hug. "We're going to be parents." I say happily, pulling back and snuggling into Niall's side. His arms wrap around me, cuddling me to his chest.
"21 and already going to be a Dad." He sighs. I look up and kiss his jawline.
"We can do this." I say. He looks down and smiles at me, before kissing my lips.
"We can do this." He repeats, kissing me again. I nuzzled my head into his neck, smiling as he rubs my stomach. "Girl or a boy?" He asks. I bit my lip.
"I bet a boy." I say. He chuckles.
"I bet it'll be a girl. Either way, it'll be short like us." I couldn't help but laugh.
"They'll have brown hair too, unless they take after our Mums and has blonde hair." I point out.
"I can imagine it being a baby girl with brown hair and bright blue eyes. She'll have your bubbly personality, and my stubbornness." He says, the smile clear in his voice.
"Having your stubborness won't nescessarily be a good thing." I joke, smirking. He lets out a laugh, giving me a little squeeze, still rubbing my stomach.
"I can't believe we're going to have a baby! I love you so much, Bre." The sincerity in Niall's voice is so thick as he smiles down at me. I lean up, kissing his lips.
"I love you too, Ni."
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Sorry it's short! I hope you like it! The thought just popped into my head and BAM, here's a one shot:P
