Liam's POV
It's been three days since we visited Niall's dad. It's been quiet. Too quiet. Niall hasn't been eating. That's when you know something is wrong.
Louis and Harry have tried cheering him up, bringing Nandos and Justin Bieber merchandise. They even said they would get him Michael Bublé concert tickets.
Zayn came by with Perrie yesterday and tried cheering him as well.
Nothing but a fake grin.
I groaned and slammed my head down on the kitchen table. I winced and rubbed my forehead. I hadn't meant to do it that hard.
Niall came walking in, gaze casted downwards. I stood up and paced to my love and wrapped my arms around his waist. I picked him up and he let out a surprised squeal.
Which was manly of course.
I set him on the counter and looked into his eyes. They held so much hurt and regret. When he tried looking down I gently placed my finger tips inder his chin so I could meet his gaze.
"Okay, beautiful. You can tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours easily or I may have to take drastic measures," I threatened lightly.
Niall chuckled sadly."I don't know if I should be mad at dad or myself. Mad at myself for being selfish for trying to ruin his relationship or mad at the fact my own father chose some woman over me."
I nodded, showing I agreed. "I know, baby. I'm sorry I can't do anything, " I whispered. I was supposed to protect him, and seeing him like this makes me feel like I failed him.
Niall shrugged and pecked my cheek. "Hey, now. It's not your fault. As much as it pains me to say it, I will let him be with her. And I'll be happy for him," He spoke sincerely.
I smiled gently. "Good for you. Now, will you let me see that gorgeous smile?"
Niall laughed and blushed. He looked at me and smiled. For the first time in three days, it was a genuine one.
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I laughed as a funny part on 'Friends' came on. I heard a giggle from the beauty on my chest. As I continued watching, I absentmindedly stroked Niall's soft hair.
I was about to lift his chin up to kiss his lips when he suddenly looked green and shot up to race to the bathroom.
Panicked, I followed after him. I found him over the porcelain bowl, panting after vomiting.
I walked up and patted his back as his body heaved forward and he released whatever was in his stomach.
After 2 more times, Niall brushed his teeth and trudged his way to our shared bedroom. I helped him change into one my big t-shirts and a pair of red plaid pj bottoms. He climbed in and I kissed his forehead to check if he had a fever.
I frowned. Niall wasn't warm at all. It can't be the flu. "Ni, you don't have a temp. If you're like this in the morning, I'm taking you to the doctors. Okay?"
Niall nodded weakly. I sighed amd padded down the hallway to the living room. I turned the tv off and went into the kitchen for a glass of water. Once I had a quarter full glass of cold water, I made my way to see my green fiancė.
As a precaution, I grabbed a small garbage can if he had anymore emergencies. I set it down on his sidetable and clambered in to cuddle my sick baby.
I quietly sang Bruno Mars' 'Just The Way You Are'. Niall sighed contently and snuggled his back closer to my chest. I kissed his forehead.
"I love you, Li," Niall yawned cutely.
I smiled. "I love you too. Sleep well." but he was already asleep peacfully.
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My hand slammed down on the snooze button of the annoying alarm clock that was currently blaring. I looked to my right to see it empty. I frowned. I heard the loud and sad sounds of puking again.
I hurriedly raced down the hallway and opened the bathroom door. I immediately spotted an abnormally pale Niall in the middle of the floor, back rested against the bathtub.
"Again?" I asked, picking him up and placing him on my lap. I kissed his forehead and still no temperature.
Niall nodded.
"Yeah, I'm sorry for waking you up," He apologized.
"It's okay. I'd rather you did, sweetheart. " I stood up with him still clinging to me. I walked to the bedroom and sat him on there.
I walked out the closet and pulled out a plain black v neck and grey skinny jeans for me and sweats and a white v neck for Niall. I knew he would want to be comfy at the hospital.
After I helped him get dressed, he ran to the bathroom. After he threw up, grabbed the small garbage can, and grabbed some mints, we were in the car.
The car ride was silent. But luckily, it wasn't an awkward one. It was comforting. Niall and my fingers stayed laced the whole trip there and into the emergency room entrance.
I ignored some of the stares we got and I think Ni was just too sick to care. And to be perfectly honest, I didn't care either.
I walked up to the receptionist. "Hi. Welcome to Saint Petersburg General Hospital. How may I help you?" The blond lady smiled warmly at us. She was a pudgy women, around thirty. She had warm, welcoming hazel eyes and slightly wavey black hair. Her name plate stated 'Nurse Johnson'.
I smiled back politely. "Hello. My fiancė has been throwing up. I thought it was the flu but he didn't have a fever," I explained, making sure I didn't miss anything.
Nurse Johnson nodded and stood up. "Okay. Please follow me and I will have a doctor examine him as soon as possible. "
She gestured for us to follow with her hand and led us down a long hallway. I had to try to not gag at the horrible smell of disinfectant.
We stopped infront of a tall door. The nurse swiped her ID and opened the door. We shuffled through and settled down at a examination table.
Nurse Johnson turned around to face us. "Here we are. Please remove your clothes until you are in your boxers and slip this on." She handed him a nlue and white hospital gown. Niall frowned after she left.
"But my bum is going to show!" Niall whined.
"Yay!" I cheered, fist pumping. Niall gasped when he realized what I had meant. I grinned cheekily.
"Pervert," He muttered. I laughed.
"That may be, but at least I'm yours." I winked.
Just then a doctor that was about fifty-five years old walked in. He smiled warmly at us.
"Hello. My name is Doctor Smith. How can I assist you?" He introduced.
"Hi. My name is Liam and this is my fiancė, Niall." Niall squeaked out a small 'hello'.
"Nice to meet you. Now, what seems to be the problem?" He asked, getting a clip board and pen ready. I explained the same thing that I did to Nurse Johnson.
When I was done he turned to Niall.
"I'm going to have to ask you to lift that gown up, just below your chest. Niall shyly lifted it up and waited for the next instructions.
The doctor got out a cold jelly substance."I'm going to give you an ultrasound. I already have a good hypothesis but I still need to confirm it." And with that he spread the purple-colored gel across Niall's tummy. Niall jumped and shivered at the feel of it . I grabbed his hand and started playing with his thumb.
A few minutes later Dr. Smith stopped and grinned. He looked at us, not saying anything but still smiling.
As I was about to be creeped out, a sound stopped me. But not just any sound.
A heartbeat.
"Mr. Horan, Mr. Payne. You are, in fact, pregnant."
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So there is chapter six! Niall is pregnant! Ahh! I'm so excited to write this story it's not even funny.
Another question is would anyone make a cover for this story and 'We Found Love In...Wal-Mart?' If you do just submit it to me and I'll dedicate a chapter to you and follow you! :)
Xoxo Erin
Edited: 13/7/14