Epilogue

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9 months later




"Hey Ni, where did I put my phone?" I yell upstairs to the slowpoke who was supposed to be ready to go twenty minutes ago.


"I think it's still in the car," he yells back. I go into the garage, and sure enough, my phone is sitting in the cup holder by the driver's seat. It's a good thing I have Niall around because my pregnancy brain is getting ridiculous. I'm always forgetting everything and I can't wait to get this little nugget out of me.


We decided that we didn't want to know the gender of the baby, so we call it 'Little Nugget' and the nursery is yellow. I don't know who decided that the gender neutral color would be yellow, but whatever. I would have gone for pink or blue, but I don't want to impose gender on the baby as soon as it's out of the womb.


Niall and I are headed to this year's Brit Music Awards and I am super excited. I haven't been to the Brits yet. Even though it's been almost a year since One Direction broke up, they're up for an award for one of the songs they released just before the split. We haven't seen everyone together since Jimmy Fallon nine months ago, so Niall and I are ecstatic.


Once Niall's hair is finally done to perfection, we head out the door and head for the Brits. I'm practically bouncing up and down in my seat in the car, which probably isn't the best idea since I'm nine months pregnant and all. I just hope I can make it through tonight without going into labor because I do not need to be in the news for going into labor during an awards show.


We arrive and get to walk the red carpet, so that's fun. I hear lots of comments about how I look stunning for a woman who's due any day now. It makes me smile because I'm always worried about being stylish while having a giant belly.


Once we're inside we meet up with Zayn and Perrie, who take us to the table with the rest of the group. I'm happy to see that both Liam and Harry have brought dates and they're both super cute. All the girls crowd around me and ooh and ahh at my baby bump.


We sit through all the performances and awards and it's so fun, especially when it's time to announce the winner of the category One Direction is up for. As usual, they announce the category and all the nominees and then start playing intense music. All of us are leaning forward in our seats.


"And the winner of the British Single award goes to..." Everyone waits while the announcer opens the envelope. "One Direction, for their song In Your Arms!"


We all cheer in delight and us girls stay back while the guys go up and accept their award and do their acceptance speech. I am so proud of the guys. This is a good last hurrah for them. They're going out with a bang.


When the guys return to our table, I jump up and plant a kiss right on Niall's lips, not caring that there's probably cameras on us right now. I feel my stomach clench and it hurts, but I ignore it. It's probably just from jumping up. Niall asks me if I'm okay, but I insist I'm fine.


Twenty minutes later, during Taylor Swift's performance, there's another pain in my belly. I ignore it again because in the back of my mind I know what it is, but when it happens again another twenty minutes later I know I should probably tell Niall. He's having such a good time, though, and I don't want to ruin the night for him.

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