Sofie’s P.O.V.

I woke up excited to finally spend a day with Niall, he’d been home from tour for three weeks now and had interview on top of interview and the worst part of it is that these interviews were all a bit last minute, making him cancel on me last minute. I jumped out of bed and held myself up, chuckling at my lightheaded moment, most likely from jumping up to fast. I ran into the bathroom and showered, put on some make up and got dressed all in record timing, walking back into my room just as my phone started to ring.

“Hey babe,” I answered seeing Niall’s picture on the home screen.

“Hey,” he said in his thick irish accent and I could already tell something was wrong so I sat down on the end of my bed, feeling a little sick to my stomach all of a sudden.

“What now?” I asked.

“I’m really sorry Sofie, we have another interview this morning and a photo shoot later in the day,” he said and even though I could hear the regret in his voice it still made me angry, this is the seventh time he’s had to cancel on me since he got home and he was leaving again in another week, I spent one night with him so far.

“Niall maybe this isn’t working out,” I said and I instantly regretted the words.

“Babe it’s not my fault, I’m not purposely scheduling these things to make you mad,” he pleaded but I could hear an angry tone behind his words.

“Look I don’t know, I guess I just thought maybe you’d make time for me, between things, but you always say your too tired, or you have to go to the studio, I haven’t seen you for six months Niall, I can’t keep pretending I have a boyfriend,” I said and I was getting more and more angry as the time went on.

“Look Sofie your being ridiculous, this isn’t my fault!” he yelled through the phone and I held it away to keep his tone down.

“I know it’s not but I’m saying your not making much of an effort either, you haven’t even invited me to any of these events where we could spend time together back stage,” I yelled back, feeling sicker and sicker by the minute.

“This is so dumb I can’t believe your acting like this,” he yelled.

“Me? Niall you do realize this is the seventh time you’ve cancelled on me right?” I spat.

“No it’s not!” He said back and I chuckled into the phone.

“Yea it is, seven times in three weeks Niall, I literally have seen you for maybe six hours at the longest since you’ve been home and you leave in a week,” I yelled back feeling the tears welling behind me eyes and my voice getting thick with emotion.

“You know I’m busy, I’m in a band that’s a global sensation for Christ’s sake,” he spat and I wanted to laugh at his ego.

“I know Niall and I understand your busy but when you call me and say your coming home for a break, I expected it to be an actual break, one where I could spend time with you, you won’t even stay at my house Niall,” I said.

“You know that’s because it’s easier to leave from here with the guys to these things,” he said back.

“I know but you haven’t even invited me to stay there, its a phone call goodnight every night, just like when your on tour, I can’t keep doing that, if I only get a months time out of the year to see you, I want to see you, not know your in the same town,” I said the tears spilling over now.

“What are you saying Sofie? do you want to break up?” he asked and he still had an edge to his voice but I could also hear the pain and hurt behind it.

“Yea I think maybe I do,” I said before even thinking it through and my stomach rolled.

“Fine,” he spat.

“Fine,” I said hanging up the phone and rushing into the bathroom, throwing up everything I had ate the night before and sobbing, alone.

Three days later I hadn’t heard from Niall and my vomiting was getting worse, I had talked to my Mom a couple times and finally she told me to call and get a Doctor’s appointment, her prognosis was that I had worked myself up about Niall and caught a flu bug.

“Hello what can I do for you,” the perky woman said as I walked into the Doctor’s office.

“I have an appointment with Dr. Watkins,” I said and she nodded and motioned for me to take a seat in the waiting room. I had just started reading an article about One Direction when the Doctor walked in and I followed him down the hall and into a bright room.

“So what is it your in for today?” he asked.

“I’ve been vomiting lately, feeling a little light headed and dizzy sometimes,” I said and he wrote it all down before looking up at me.

“How often are you vomiting?” he asked.

“At least once or twice everyday, usually mid morning or right after I wake up, then I just feel lousy the rest of the day,” I said.

“When was your last period?” he asked and my heart dropped out of my chest and onto the floor.

“Um I’m not sure, I don’t have regular periods, and I usually write down when it’s supposed to be happening but I was busy with my boyfriend coming home after six months,” I said.

“So you are sexually active?” he asked and I nodded.

“When was the last time you had sex?” he asked.

“About three in a half weeks ago,” I said swallowing hard.

“Ok, well go into the rest room and pee in this cup and we’ll run some tests,” he said and I shivered and nodded. I did as he asked and then sat in the room tapping my foot anxiously this couldn’t be happening, Niall and I just broke up, this was so NOT happening!

“Well looks like your pregnant,” the Doctor said walking back in the room with a weary smile, my mouth dropping and hitting the floor while my heart tried to crawl away from my body.

“Here’s some pamphlets, I’d like you and your partner to read them over, when you leave schedule a check up appointment in two weeks, and I’d like if the partner could attend that with you,” he said and I laughed in his face, a nervous and disgusting laugh but I laughed.

“We just broke up three days ago,” I said feeling the tears welling and I knew that he was nervous, not sure how to comfort me.

“Oh, well I think you should tell him and talk it over with him, a babies a lot to take on, and you need to make the right decision for you,” he said and I nodded, grabbing the papers and my purse I quickly made another appointment and drove home with silent tears streaming down my face.

“Hello?” my friend answered her phone on the third ring as I paced in front of my mirror with my shirt rolled up below my breasts.

“I made a huge mistake,” I sobbed and I could hear her alarmed gasp.

“Sofie what’s going on?” she asked.

“I broke up with Niall because I was being selfish and I was angry and emotional and I found out today that I’m pregnant,” I cried.

“Oh my God Sofie! you need to call him right now, before it’s too late.” she said and I sighed.

“He was angry with me Britney, what if he doesn’t take me back?” I asked, feeling weak.

“You have to tell him Sofie, NOW!” she bellowed through the phone and I shuddered and agreed, telling her I’d call her later I hung up. I paced in front of the mirror some more before I put my coat on and grabbed my keys, driving the short distance to Liam, Zayn and Niall’s apartment. I knocked on the door, closing my eyes and hoping no one was home, I was just about to turn and bolt down the stairs when the door opened and Liam smiled at me, then frowned seeing my tear stained face.

“Sofie, is everything ok?” he asked stepping out into the hall and pulling me into a bone crushing hug till I was sobbing again, against his chest.

“No, is Niall here?” I asked. He pulled back and held me out at arms length starring into my face.

“No he’s out with Zayn getting lunch, he should be back soon though, do you want to wait?” he asked and I nodded, letting him lead my inside the spacious apartment and set me down in the chair.

“Can I get you anything, water, tea?” he asked looking extremely alarmed, I nodded and liked that he already knew which one I wanted. I sat in the living room wiping at my eyes as he made me some tea coming back and setting the steaming mug down in front of me.
“Sofie do you wanna talk about what’s going on? Niall’s been a wreck the past few days,” he said and my heart lurched slightly.

“I broke up with him,” I cried, the water works starting again.

“I know he told us,” he said and I sighed, liking that I didn’t have to relive that experience.

“I’m pregnant Liam,” I said meeting his dark brown stare and his eyes widened and he starred at me.

“Your... you and Ni.. your pr....” he was stammering and I chuckled.

“I’m pregnant,” I confirmed and he nodded and still looked stunned.

“Niall’s gonna hate me,” I cried and he moved to the spot next to me and pulled me into his side shushing me and smoothing my hair.

“No he’s not, Niall loves you like crazy, he’s gonna be fine with this, Niall’s good under pressure,” he said and I chuckled, knowing how wrong that was. Just then we heard keys jingling in the door and before I had a chance to move out of Liam’s arms, not that I wanted to, Niall and Zayn walked in the door and stopped dead in their tracks seeing me crying into Liam’s chest.

“Sofie?” Niall asked setting his bags down and walking forward, worry etched into his features. Liam gave me a sympathetic smile before he let me go and took Zayn by the arm and pulled him into the kitchen shutting the door and distancing us from them.

“Sofie what are you doing here? what’s wrong?” Niall asked, looking like he wanted to walk over and comfort me but he was standing his ground.

“Niall I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten so upset, I was emotional and not myself,” I said and I watched as a flicker of anger passed over his face.

“You broke up with me Sofie, all over something I couldn’t handle,” he said and I nodded.

“I know but Niall...” I started to say before he spoke again.

“Sofie how do I know you’ll stick with me if you get angry over something that I can’t control, sure I mean I should have asked you to come stay the night or to an interview or two but I was busy and I’m tired and wore out,” he said and I nodded again, feeling this taking a turn for the worst, not what I was meaning to do.

“Niall, shut up!” I yelled suddenly making him stop talking and glare at me instead, “I’m pregnant.” I watched his features go from angry, to confused, to shocked and then to worried.

“Your pregnant?” he asked like he hadn’t heard me and I nodded, letting my head hang and waiting for the blow.

“Baby are you serious, like for real?” he asked and I looked up surprised he was keeping his cool this long.

“Yea I went to the Doctor’s,” I said and he walked over and sat down next to me, looking over at me thoughtfully.

“I’m sorry Niall,” I said and his face fell from his hard exterior to show his true emotions, he was sorry too, maybe more than I was and he missed me.

“No I’m sorry, I was a jerk I should have stood up to Management and told them to cool it with the interviews, I can’t believe your pregnant,” he said and I chuckled.

“What are we gonna do now?” I asked, hoping he’d have the answers.

“Well do you want to keep the baby?” he asked and I starred at him trying to gauge his reaction.

“Do you want me to keep the baby?” I asked.

“Yea I do,” he said confidently and I felt my heart flutter back to life.

“For real?” I asked.

“Yea, I’m happy baby, I’m so happy, I love you so much,” he said and I smiled, feeling my tears drying up.

“Your are?” I asked.

“Yes aren’t you? we created a life together, just imagine how cute it’s gonna be,” he said and I laughed like full on laughed for the first time in a long time.

“I love you,” I said and he nodded and leaned in, placing his hand on my cheek and guiding his lips to mine, kissing me lightly at first before my hormones kicked in and I slid my tongue along his bottom lip and he parted his lips to allow me entrance, our tongues heating up the moment and making him groan into my mouth. He pulled back a few moments later panting and holding his forehead against mine.

“Can we do this, with... well ya know?” he asked pointing at my stomach and I chuckled, I may not know much about being pregnant but I knew from movies and books that you could still have sex.

“Yea, we can,” I said and he nodded and lunged back forward, pressing his lips to mine again and kissing me deeply and passionately. He pulled back again and I whimpered, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me to his room, shutting the door with his foot and placing me on the bed, he crawled on top of me and I watched as he starred at my stomach for a couple minutes before he gently placed himself and kissed me again, making me moan as his hands messaged at my breasts underneath my bra. He pulled my shirt over my head and kissed my stomach a few times, making my heart swell. He unclasped my bra and slid it off, grasping my overly sensitive nipple between his teeth and making me cry out in pleasure as he gently tugged on the raised nub.

“Shit did that hurt?” he asked sitting back and I shook my head still panting and he leaned back down licking at them instead and still sending pleasure through my body, heat and wetness gathering between my legs. He pulled my sweats down my legs with my underwear and left me naked on his bed as he pulled his shirt over his head and removed his jeans, leaving him in his boxers with a painful looking erection pressing at the material. He leaned down and blew across my center, making my hips buck up towards him for more friction, my mind a step ahead, imagining him eating me out. I felt his lips press against the inside of my thighs and I squirmed trying to make his next kiss land where I needed it to be.

“Niall please stop teasing,” I said through my pants and he smirked up at me before he placed his lips against my folds, his tongue snaking in and licking at my clit.

“Shit yes,” I moaned my hips bucking up towards his face. I felt his tongue licking long and slow strips from my clit to my entrance and back again, over and over, driving my crazy. Finally his finger entered me, making my moan out in pleasure, he curled his finger inside me and sent my mind spinning, rubbing gently against my g-spot.

“Jesus Niall I’m gonna cum,” I moaned and instead of stopping like I was expecting him to he thrust in another finger and sucked my clit into his mouth.

“Fuck Niall, yes I’m cumming, don’t stop,” I moaned as he rammed his fingers into my g-spot over and over again. Finally once I stopped thrashing and shaking he pulled his fingers out and kissed a trail up my body, across my breasts, against my neck and finally to my mouth, tasting myself on him I kissed back, hungry for more. I climbed out form under him unexpectedly making him fall onto his back on the bed and I smirked at him as I pulled his boxers down, freeing his aching cock and smiling at the leaking pre-cum on the tip.

“Your moaning makes me so hard,” he said and I leaned forward making sure to keep eye contact and licked at the slit, sliding the tip of my tongue inside for a moment and making his head roll back. He propped himself up on his elbow to watch me and I spread my lips around his tip licking the head and slowly sliding him into my mouth, using his cum and my saliva as lube to get him to my throat. I gagged around his long length and felt him grab my hair and thrust his hips up, fucking his hard dick into my mouth.

“Shit Sofie, don’t stop,” he moaned as I hallowed my cheeks and bobbed my head on his shaft. Soon he pulled me off panting and his chest rising and falling heavily.

“I don’t want to cum yet,” he said and I nodded, climbing up his body I straddled his waist and lined his dick up with my entrance and slowly slid down, feeling him filling me up as I slid down, finally sitting against him, his cock inside me deep and long.

“God yes,” I moaned raising myself and lowering again, letting the stretch take over and turn into pleasure.

“Your so tight Sofie,” he moaned grabbing my hips and bucking his hips up to meet my downward movements.

“Your so big,” I moaned, feeling his tip prodding at my g-spot as I rode him. He suddenly flipped us over, gaining a squeal from me and he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, still moving slowly inside me, dragging his cock out and then thrusting it back in, making this last as long as possible.

“I love you Sofie,” he said and all I could do was nod, feeling overwhelmed and emotional again.

“Faster Niall, fuck me faster,” I moaned wanting to get my mind off of the sappy stuff. He sat up and gripped my hips in his calloused hands and thrust into me, hitting me deep and hard, skin hitting skin and the headboard of the bed smashing against the wall with force.

“Shit that’s good,” he moaned continuing his fast and rapid speed, feeling my stomach tightening and a heat moving downward all over again.

“Niall baby I’m gonna cum again,” I moaned and I could see the sweat building on his forehead matting his dirty blonde hair to his skin.

“Cum for me Sofie,” he moaned and I lost it, clenching my pussy around his cock I released, the best orgasm I had ever had, screaming his name at the top of me lungs.

“Niall, yes I’m cumming, fuck me Niall,” I screamed.

“Shit Sofie that’s hot, I’m cumming baby,” he moaned as I felt his warm liquid squirting inside me, filling me up. He continued a slow and steady thrust into me till I felt his cock shrinking and he pulled out and fell onto the bed next to me, instantly pulling me into his arms his hand lowering to rest on my stomach.

“This is gonna be one cute kid,” he said and I smiled and nuzzled into his neck.

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