Florence| Niall Horan x Reader
After a series of unfortunate events, you and Niall meet at a bar in Italy which leads to more series of unfortunate events.
AN: hey yall this is my first fanfic ive written in a while. The last one I wrote I was 15 years old which was a long long time ago. Dont do the math lol
It's Sunday morning, which means it's your traditional family Sunday breakfast. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, sausage, fresh fruit from the garden, fresh fruit juice, and coffee are set on the table.
"You got any porridge for me, babe?" asked your husband, Niall. You forgot, you married an Irish man who, despite 11 years of marriage and living in America for a long time, still wrinkles his nose at American breakfast.
"Of course, dear," you said, pointing towards the singular pot of porridge boiling on the stove. Niall pulls you in for a hug and gives you a big kiss. His beautiful blue eyes look deep into your brown eyes.
"I love you, baby," he says.
"I love you too," you say and return the kiss.
"You guys, seriously! Get a room!" say your children as they come down for breakfast.
"You guys are so gross!" says your 12-year-old girl as she serves herself some pancakes and fruit.
"Literally what the hell, Mom?" says your 10-year-old son as he's pouring himself a glass of orange juice.
"Alright, that's enough! There's nothing wrong with giving your mom some love and affection! After all, she made this damn American breakfast for you! If it were up to me, I'd serve y'all some porridge. Give her some love and affection, too!" jokingly says Niall as he's lecturing them. Your children come up and give you hugs and kisses, thanking you for the breakfast. You serve Niall his porridge, and you finally get a chance to sit down and enjoy the breakfast. During breakfast, your children are updating you about the gossip at school and all the new trends that you did not understand.
"What the fuck is rizz?" asked Niall, so confused. He looked at you with a questioning look. You had no idea.
"Rizz means to be flirty or charming towards your crush. Like how you rizz mom up every day. Or…” Your son says, looking in your daughter's direction. Your daughter starts looking panicky and red and looks directly at Niall.
"How a certain Jack Smith tried rizzing up a certain someone here at this table," says your son smugly. Your daughter gives a threatening look towards your son.
"What! Who the fuck is Jack Smith? What is he talking about!?" Niall asks your daughter. He looks upset and then looks at you as if you know.
"Jack is someone I go to school with, Daddy. He's no one, I swear," says your daughter apologetically.
"Alright, calm down! Let's relax. If she says it's no one, then it's no one. We have to trust our daughter, babe. She's a good girl, and they both know they can't date until high school," you said, calming down the situation.
"Till college, no boyfriend nor girlfriends till college," Niall says. You chuckle at his response.
"Babe, we have to accept that soon enough they're going to start dating and we have to trust them," I said, looking directly at Niall.
"Well, alright then. Anyways, let's change subjects," said Niall, who did not want to continue this conversation. You grabbed his hand, put it on your thigh, and squeezed it. He mouthed I love you and you blew him a kiss.
"Mom and Dad, I have a question. How did you two meet?" asked your daughter.
You and Niall exchanged a look. You knew this day would come when you'd have to tell your children about the day you guys met.
You were sitting at the hotel restaurant, downing an Aerol Spritz. You were trying to erase the last 48 hours, but the memories kept haunting you.
You were in a hotel room with your bridesmaids as they were helping you get ready to walk down the aisle. You were wearing a beautiful, white silk wedding dress with a long lace veil. You finally got a chance to see yourself in the mirror, and everyone started screaming in excitement.
"You look gorgeous, honey!" said your mom, wiping away her tears. You're drinking a glass of champagne to calm your nerves, but you're so excited to see your groom. Joseph, your groom, and you have been together for 5 years. You guys met in law school and have been inseparable ever since. When you guys graduated from law school, you started working for Joseph's dad's law firm. A year ago on this exact date, Joseph took you to Hawaii and proposed. After a year of wedding planning, today was finally the day you became Mrs. Templeton!
"Special Delivery coming through!" said one of your bridesmaids, delivering you some flowers and a note. How romantic! Flowers and a love letter before walking down the aisle! Your bridesmaids grab the tissue box, passing it around until it finally lands in your hands. You start fanning yourself with the unopened note because you know you're about to cry and ruin your makeup.
"Okay, here it goes," you say as you open the letter.
I have loved you forever and will always love you. However, I am unable to do this. I am so sorry. I hate myself for doing this to you. You'll always be in my heart.
Your face goes pale, and you feel the room spinning around you. Suddenly, the dress feels so tight and you can't breathe.
"Get me out of this dress now!" You scream, ripping off your dress. Your mother and bridesmaids try to calm you down, but you're filled with rage. You grab the flowers and throw them against the wall. You start sobbing uncontrollably.
"Sweetie, what's wrong?" asked one of your bridesmaids. They notice the letter on the floor and pick it up.
"Oh my God.." says one of them faintly. But after that, all you remember is seeing black and your head hitting the floor.
"Miss, would you like another?" the friendly Italian bartender asked. You nodded at him, and he winked at you, making your drink. You look around and see couples looking happy. You can tell some are recently married or celebrating their anniversary. Now that would have been you, but you got left at the altar 2 days ago. Usually, people don't go to Florence after being left at the altar, but you had this honeymoon planned for a year now, and you had nonrefundable tickets, so that's why you're in Florence.
"Here's that Aperol Spritz, Miss. Are you sure you don't want anything to eat, Miss.? You've had six of those, but nothing to eat. Please eat something," he said, worried about you. You let him know that you're okay and will continue drinking. As you continue drinking and people watching, you try not to think about what's back at home waiting for you. How are you going to move your things from your shared apartment? Where are you going to live? Will you have a job when you get back? All these questions ran through your head. You look at your phone and you notice you have a shit ton of missing phone calls and messages from family and friends. The only person you care to respond to is your mother. You assure her you're okay here in Florence and there's nothing she should be worried about. As you're texting your mother, the bartender hands you a plate of carbonara.
"Sir, I said I wasn't hungry. Please," he cuts you off by pointing at the man at the end of the bar. You look at the man at the end of the bar, and my gosh, was he handsome. He was brunette, a little on the shorter side, with beautiful blue eyes, and had a lovely honey-toned complexion.
"He insisted you eat something," said the bartender. He shrugged and walked away. You looked at the man and mouthed Thank you. As you look at the plate of delicious creamy pasta, you realize you haven't had a decent meal in the past 48 hours. Your stomach starts to rumble, and you decide to eat the pasta. After all, you were in Italy.
You practically devoured the pasta. You were about to signal for the waiter, but then.
"Sir, can you give the lady an affogato, please? Thank you," said the handsome man to the bartender. You look at him and you're speechless by his beauty.
"Sir, you didn't have to do this at all. You're very kind," you said, looking directly at him.
"Not a problem. Additionally, I noticed you're from the United States. Americans can not drink at all without getting plastered. Figured you needed some food in you," he said jokingly. You let out a loud laugh, and then you noticed that this was the first time you had laughed in a minute.
"Niall," he said, introducing himself and taking out his hand to shake yours.
"Yamile," you said, shaking his hand.
"Beautiful name. How long are you staying in Florence?" he asked. You wanted to stay forever and never go back home, but to be honest, you're only staying a couple more days.
"I leave at the end of the week," you said, looking at him.
"Funny me too. I head back to Ireland. Where in the States are you from?" he asked.
"Nice, California. Well, it's nice to meet you, Ms. California, but my mates are waiting for me. How about we catch dinner sometime this week?" he asked you confidently. You were confused because in your mind, you're still engaged and haven't processed being left at the altar.
"You know what, Niall, you seem nice, but I don't know if I can..." but he cuts you off.
He writes down his number on a napkin and hands it to you.
"Alright, Ms. California. Here's my number if you want to grab dinner. Call me if not. We won't. Have a nice day," he winks and walks away. You put the napkin in your pocket, and then you notice something. You feel the ring in your pocket. You try not to burst into tears.
"Sir, can I have the check, please?" you asked the bartender.
"He already paid for it," the bartender says.
You look towards his direction, and Niall smiles at you. You smile back and try running back to your hotel room before bursting into tears.
You wake up with a big headache. You can't tell if it's the alcohol or the crying yourself to sleep that caused this terrible headache. You reach for the nightstand, hoping to grab your phone, but instead you touch that darn ring. You convince yourself not to cry and instead grab your phone. Again, your phone is filled with messages from family and friends, but someone else tried to contact you, Joseph. You had a few missed calls from him and a couple of messages.
From Joseph: Hey, Yamile, it's me. I'm sorry, please forgive me. I was nervous and had cold feet. I promise I'm ready now. Please talk to me. I want to start over, please. I love you.
A part of you wanted to cuss him out, but he didn't deserve anything from you. You decide to go on with your day. You decided to stroll around Florence and stop for breakfast. A cappuccino and a cornetto helped with your hangover. As you pulled out the cash from your pocket, you felt something else in your pocket: Niall's phone number. Memories from last night came back. As you walk back to the hotel, you debate whether or not to contact him. It's not him, it's you. You were just left at the altar and have a huge baggage he shouldn't have to deal with. You're certainly not ready for a new relationship, but then again, one dinner date doesn't necessarily mean something serious. A distraction would be nice. Maybe some sex would be nice too. As you sit on your bed, you pull out the number and decide to text Niall.
You: Hey, Niall, it's me, Yamile. I want to grab dinner before heading back to California.
You cannot believe you sent that message. You send the message and immediately start pacing back and forth. Usually, you wouldn't do this, but what else do you have to lose? You always followed the rules when you were growing up. You did the proper things, such as graduating at the top of your school, earning a full scholarship to college, graduating magna cum laude, being accepted to Stanford Law School, not having a boyfriend until Joseph, and marrying your first boyfriend, well, almost. Playing it safe was nice, but now it's time to live your life however the hell you want to. The notification on your phone went off; it was Niall.
Niall: Nice to finally hear from you, Ms. California. Let's meet at my hotel at 7 pm tonight. My hotel has a nice restaurant. See you then.
You: Sounds great! See you then!
You couldn't believe you're going on a date, not even a couple of days after you got left at the altar.
Your hair was curled with one side pinned down. You decided to wear minimal makeup and a maxi, orange-colored dress. You took one final look at the mirror before exiting and couldn't believe that only a few days ago you had been getting married, and now you were on a date.
You arrived at the hotel and were about to text Niall, but got cut off.
"Well, look who it is. Ms. California. You look beautiful in that dress," says Niall as he greets you by kissing your cheek. You chuckle and stare at him. He's all dressed in black and wearing a long-sleeve shirt with the top button open. His chest was exposed, and you so badly want to touch him. Snap out of it, Yamile.
"You look great, Niall," you said to him. He thanked you and walked you guys towards the restaurant. You guys were immediately seated, and Niall ordered both of you an Aperol Spritz. The waiter immediately served you the drinks and gave you two menus.
"So what do you do back home?" asked Niall while taking a sip of his drink.
"I'm a lawyer, a family lawyer to be exact. I graduated from Stanford Law," you said, sipping your drink. Your answer takes Niall aback.
"Wow, you're the full package, beautiful and smart. I bet the boys back home go crazy for you," he said. You chuckle, trying not to show the discomfort on your face.
"What do you do, Niall?" you asked him, trying to change the subject from your romance life.
"I manage a golf company, so I travel a lot for work," he said, answering your question.
"Oh, how funny, I got a full-ride scholarship at Stanford for Golf. I then played a little more for them when I was getting my law degree," I said, answering proudly. Niall looks shocked but also happy at the same time.
"So you're smart, gorgeous, and play golf. Wow, I must marry you right now," he says, chuckling. His response stings just a little bit, but this time, your emotions are on your face.
"Sorry, too soon. Did I make you uncomfortable?" he asked, caressing your arm.
"You're fine. Can we change the subject, please?" you practically begged. He nodded yes and immediately changed the subject. You guys ordered your food, and Niall and you chatted the whole night. You guys got to know each other pretty well. It was nice talking to him.
"So what brought you to Florence?" asked Niall, sipping his espresso. You immediately froze and did not know how to answer the question. Suddenly, the room was very hot, and you were about to start sweating bullets.
"You alright?" asked Niall, clearly concerned.
"Umm, I'm here on my honeymoon trip," you said, looking up to him. He chokes on his espresso and is shocked. He looks at your hand, looking for a ring, but notices you don't have one.
"Wait, you're married?" asked Niall, confused. You can see the irritation on his face.
"No. I am not married. I got left at the altar 3 days ago. After being together for 5 years, he left me. I decided to still go on the trip because I wanted to get away and not have to deal with all the bullshit back home. I'm sorry I should've said something earlier," you said apologetically as the tears started to roll down your face. Niall caresses your face and wipes away your tears.
"Hey, it's okay. Plus, how the fuck were you supposed to tell me that? That's a lot to go through, Yamile. No wonder you looked so sad that day at the bar," he says, giving you a reassuring look.
"Excuse me, we're closing up the restaurant. Here's the bill," said the waiter, giving the bill to Niall. You didn't realize you guys were sitting and chatting for 3 hours. It felt like a couple of minutes. It was already dark outside. You reached for your purse to help pay the bill.
"Knock it off. A true man pays for the meal," he says, placing his card on the table. You mouthed thank you to him and started walking out of the restaurant.
"I had a lovely time, Yamile. When can I see you again?" he asked, holding your hand.
"The night doesn't need to end yet," you say, looking him directly in the eye.
"Do you want to come to my room?" he asks. You nod, looking at him. Niall guides you up to his hotel room, holding your hand.
He offers you a spot on his couch.
"Anything to drink, my love?" he asks.
"Water is fine," you tell him. He brings two glasses and a bottle of sparkling water to the table in front of you.
"I'm going to be honest with you, Yamile. When I asked you out for dinner, I didn't expect anything in return. I just saw how beautiful you were and how sad you looked, so I wanted to take you out for dinner," he confessed to you.
"Well, to be honest, I was looking for a distraction at first to not be in my feelings, but, you know, you're not bad yourself," you said mockingly, looking at him with flirtatious eyes. He had a surprised look on his face.
"Distraction. Really? Wow, so hurtful. Maybe I should punish you for saying such mean things," he said, giving you a flirtatious side eye while taking a sip of his drink. You take his drink from his hands and take a sip from it.
"Well, maybe you should," you say, winking at him. Niall looks taken aback and starts blushing.
You guys stare at each other for a bit, letting the sexual tension build between the two of you.
"Are you sure you want to do this, love?" he asks you. You nod your head quickly before you change your mind. Something comes over you, and you crash your lips against Niall's. Niall is taken aback by your kiss, but kisses you back. You climb on top of him and start hungrily kissing him. Niall continues the kiss while caressing your body, his hands going up and down your body, and stops at your behind. Niall pinches your behind, which earns a squeal from you. He laughs at your reaction, which earns him a smack across his chest.
"Let's take this to the bedroom, love," says Niall as he carries you over his shoulder and sets you down on the bed. Niall takes off his shirt, and you can't stop staring at him with lustful eyes. Niall takes care of himself because he's in great shape and toned.
"You gonna keep staring at me or gonna do something, princess?" Niall asks cheekily as he starts stripping down his pants. You can see his erection through his boxers.
"Wanna do the honors, princess?" he asked, looking at you with direct eye contact. You nod and begin to remove his boxers slowly. He was hard and erect. You were completely speechless because, wow, it was big and girthy. Joseph wasn't that blessed, which often led to quick, unsatisfying times in the bedroom. You stopped thinking and wrapped your hands around it. You pumped him a couple of times, looking him directly in the eyes. Niall tossed his head back, cursing under his breath. You were about to wrap your lips around him, but Niall stopped you.
"No, baby, ladies first," Niall purred, pushing you back on the bed. He slowly removed your dress but stopped at your breast. Niall cursed under his breath before attacking your breast. He sucked on them, twirling his tongue around your nipples. He caressed them, squeezing them while kissing you. You were moaning into the kisses. He then removed your dress, throwing it off to the side. Niall kisses your stomach and your hips in a teasing manner. He stops at the hem of your panties and looks at you directly. You were wearing a black bikini panty with lace and a bow on top of them.
"Cute, but they'd be cuter off of you. I'll buy you more pairs," he says as he rips them off. Without hesitation, he puts your legs over his shoulders and starts going down on you. He licks strips up and down your arousal to get a taste of you. He then starts attacking your clit, sucking on it, and licking circles all over it.
"Fuck Niall," you practically scream while pulling his hair. He looks up at you with a smirk and starts fingering you.
"You like this baby?" he asks, looking at you.
"Yes, Niall, more baby, more," you beg. Niall inserts two more fingers, pumping them in and out while still sucking your clit.
"Fuck baby, I'm going to cum," you warn Niall with tears streaming down your face.
"That quick princess," says Niall. You nod your head as you feel your orgasm coming in. Niall holds your hand with his free one.
"Cum for me, pretty girl. I wanna feel your orgasm," Niall says. Your orgasm takes over your body and shakes your entire body. You moan Niall's name as you finish.
"Fuck, babe," you say as you're catching your breath. Niall lies next to you, caressing your face.
"That was like seeing a goddess in bed. I feel so honored to make you finish," he says to you, making you blush. You kiss him, and he deepens the kiss.
"Oh, I have a feeling we're not done yet," he teases you. You get on top of him, teasing yourself with his head.
"I'm not finished yet, baby. The night is still young," you whimpered as you let the tip in. Niall chuckles at your statement and wraps his hands around your hips for support. You sink on his cock and hiss at the pleasurable pain as his tip hits your spot. Nial throws his head back while cursing as the pleasure runs over him. You splay your hands all over his toned chest as you start bouncing up and down on his cock. You start whimpering with pleasure. Niall can't believe his view. He did not expect to go to Italy and end his trip with a beautiful goddess-like girl bouncing on his cock. Niall lifts your chin and makes you make eye contact with him.
"That man was a jackass for leaving such beauty," he says, which almost made you cry. In return, you go on your toes and slam your hips harder, which encourages Niall to lift his hips to meet you.
"Fuck, Princess, I am not going to last long if you keep riding me like this," he practically cries out.
"I'm almost there, too, Niall," you warn as you feel your second orgasm come over you.
Niall holds your hips tighter as you start to finish. Your orgasm takes over you as Niall himself reaches his high inside of you. You collapse and fall onto his chest, receiving kisses all over your face and head from Niall. You're lying on top of him as both of you are catching your breath.
"Fuck baby, that was amazing," he says, caressing your back. You nod in agreement.
"I'll be back," says Niall as he gets up from the bed. He brings you a glass of water, and you immediately chug it. Niall chuckles at you drinking the water.
"It's like we just finished a marathon," he says, chugging some water himself. You laugh at his reaction. Niall brings in a towel and cleans you up. You almost cried because no one has ever done this before. Joseph didn't really care for sex, but when you did have it, it was super quick, and he only cared for his pleasure, truly. He never did aftercare, which is why this is all new to you. Niall interrupts your thoughts by putting one of his shirts on you.
"Last clean shirt I have," he says as he lies back down and puts you on his chest.
"You don't mind if I spend the night?" you ask him as you lay your head on his chest.
"Of course not. Go to sleep, baby," he says as he plays with your hair, and your eyelids get heavy, and eventually you fall asleep on his chest.
You wake up to an empty bed, Niall nowhere to be seen. Your body is sore from the events of last night. As you enter the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror, you don't recognize yourself. Your makeup is smeared all over your face, your hair is tangled, and you're wearing a shirt that is not yours. This is not okay. A couple of days ago, you were engaged, and now you just had sex with a random man you met in Italy. You wash your face and go looking for your dress on the floor. You try getting dressed and leave as soon as you can. You were about to leave, but the door opened and in came Niall. He had coffee and some pastries in his hand. He looks happy to see you, but his face drops when he sees you're in your dress and we're about to leave.
"You alright?" he asked you, very concerned. You want to avoid eye contact, but you can't.
"No, Niall, I need to go home to California," you say to him, trying not to cry.
"I understand. Do you want to try long-distance? We can try, right?" he says, putting the coffee down, reaching for you. You push him away, and he looks hurt.
"What's wrong, Yamile?" he asked you with a frustrating tone.
"Niall, I can't do this. I was about to get married a couple of days ago, and hooking up with you is not okay. This isn't okay. I need to go back home and figure things out," you said with tears rolling down your face. Niall looks taken aback and upset.
"What do you mean, this isn't okay? I know this isn't traditional or anything, but we can work things out," he said, reaching out for your hand.
"Niall, I'm a mess. I just got left at the altar. I am probably unemployed and don't have anywhere to live. Niall, you deserve better than this. I'm a mess. I'm sorry for misleading you. I have to go," you said, collecting your items and leaving Niall's hotel room.
"Yamile, wait!" yelled Niall across the hall. You ignore him, practically running back to your hotel with tears running down your face.
You're back in California, trying to settle back into life. You are officially unemployed because you resigned from Joseph's dad's law firm. Joseph's dad begged you to stay and to forgive his son, but you just couldn't. You got all your things from your shared apartment with Joseph and moved in with your best friend from college. She was kind enough to let you stay in her guest room and even helped you move your things in.
"Thank you so much for letting me stay with you. I'll try not to overstay my welcome," you said while setting up your bed.
"Please stay as long as you need. I can only imagine what you've gone through," said Emily as she sat down on the bed with you. She gives you a nice, comforting hug. The comforting hug gets interrupted by your phone ringing.
You groan from the notification. Niall has been messaging and calling you ever since the trip to Florence. You wanted to get back to him, but he deserves better than someone who was left at the altar and is currently unemployed, living in her best friend's guest room.
"Is that Joseph?" she asks. You look at Emily, about to cry yet again, and decide to tell her about your little fling in Florence.
"Wow, that's a lot. I mean, I get your point, but he seems to be okay with your flaws, but not you. I've known you since we were freshmen at Stanford's college dorm. You have always been so hard on yourself. You would stay up till 3 am studying for a quiz! You always had to take more than 15 credits plus your golf. You need to be more accepting of yourself and let yourself live a little. Niall likes you just the way you are," Emily says. She's not wrong, you've always been obsessed with being the perfect girl and keeping a proper image. You didn't grow up in the best environment and were the first in your family to attend college. All you wanted to do was make your family proud, but where has that led you? You need to start putting yourself first.
Your phone rings again, and you scoff.
"Goddamn it, Niall!..." but it wasnt Niall, it was a law firm.
Incoming Call: Palo Alto Family Law Firm
"Omg, look who's calling me?" you said, showing Emily. Emily starts jumping up and down on the bed.
"Omg, Yamile, pick up the phone!" she says excitedly.
"Hello, may I please speak to Yamile Alvarez?"
"Hi! This is her. How may I help you?"
"Hi, Ms. Alvarez. John Templeton (Joseph's dad) from The Templeton Law firm recommended you to us and insisted that we hire you. Would you like to come tomorrow for an interview?"
"Great, come by at 9 am! See you then!"
"Omg! I have an interview for tomorrow! Can you believe it?" you said to Emily. Emily looks so happy for you. Things are finally looking up for you. Emily leaves you alone so that you can prepare for the interview. After an hour, you decide to start getting ready for bed since you need the rest. You're just excited to nail this interview.
"Good morning, sleepy head. I got you some coffee," said Emily as she woke you up. You wake up, stretching and excited for the day.
"Black with a dash of cinnamon. Just like you like it," says Emily as she gives you the coffee. You smile at her and mouth Thank you. You take a big inhale of the coffee and take a couple of sips, but suddenly a wave of nausea hits you.
"Emily, what did you put in the coffee?" you ask her, confused.
"Nothing different, just black coffee and cinnamon like I told you. Why? "she asked, concerned. You immediately bolt to the restroom, barely make it to the toilet, and start vomiting. Emily holds back your hair as you continue to vomit. Once you're done, you flush the toilet and sit down.
"It's probably just nerves, girl," Emily says as she wipes tears off your face. You nod to her in agreement.
"Yeah, I'm probably just nervous. I should start getting ready for the interview," you said, collecting yourself.
"Can you get the coffee out of the room? I swear I can smell it over here," you said, nauseated. Emily took the coffee cup to the kitchen, and you started getting ready. You had finished your makeup, and now it was time to finish your hair. You went down to the sink cabinet to grab a curling wand, but you noticed something. A box of tampons. An unopened box of tampons, to be exact. Then it hits you, you haven't gotten your period since the wedding, which was around 6 weeks ago. Could there be a chance that you're pregnant? In the heat of the moment, you and Niall didn't use protection. There was no way Joseph got you pregnant because it had been a while since you and Joseph had sex. But could you be pregnant? After a one-night stand?
"What are you going to wear…" Emily was interrupted by your face. You look like you just saw a ghost. Another wave of nausea hits, and you start to vomit again.
"Omg, Yamile. Calm down, you'll be fine," Emily says as she's holding back your hair. You finish vomiting and sit back down.
"Emily, I think I'm pregnant," you confess. You point at the unopened box of tampons. Emily looks shocked.
"Wait, how are you going to tell Joseph? We just got your things out of the apartment," she says.
"Emily, I don't think it's his," you said, looking up to her.
"Then who could it…" Emily cuts herself off. She looks you in the eye and throws her head back.
"It's Niall's, isn't it. Didn't you guys use protection?" she asks you, practically lecturing you. You shamelessly shake your head no.
"Okay, don't cry. You still have this interview to attend. It could just be nerves and all the stress that made you miss your period. Well, get a pregnancy test after," she says, reassuring you. You agreed and finished touching up. You headed to the interview, trying your best not to focus on the big problem that lay ahead.
The interview went well, to be exact. They said they'd reach out to you in a couple of days. But now, you have to focus on potentially being pregnant. After the interview, you went straight to the store to buy some pregnancy tests. You got home and immediately took them all.
"Okay, it says to wait two minutes," you said, reading the instructions to Emily.
"So what are you going to do if the test comes out positive?" she asks you.
"I don't know. I've thought of many options, but I can't come to terms with some of them," you told Emily.
"Are you going to tell Niall?" she asked you.
"Maybe who knows? Ugh, why did this have to happen to me?" you say as you put your face in your hands. The timer goes off, and it's time to determine your fate.
"I can't look, Emily. Can you do the honors?" you beg. Emily gets up from the floor and picks up the tests. All you hear is a big gasp from her. She covers her mouth and shows you the test. It's positive.
You are pacing back and forth with your phone in your hand. You've decided you want to tell Niall after all, it was his baby. You choose to move on and call him. After a couple of rings, he picks up.
"Hey Niall, it's me, Yamile."
"Yeah, I know. What's happening?"
"Listen, Niall, I need to talk to you; it's an emergency."
"Listen, it's better if we talk in person. When can you come to California?"
"I'm in California right now doing business. I can head up to you tomorrow morning if that's okay?"
"Sounds good, I'll send you my address."
"I'll let you know tomorrow. Goodbye Niall"
You hang up the phone and lie back in bed and think of how in the world you're going to tell Niall you're pregnant.
Emily is in your room with you, trying to calm you down.
"Everything is going to be fine," she says. You hug her tight because who knows where you'd be without her. The doorbell rings, and you and Emily jump up.
"I'll go let him in," says Emily. You pace back and forth as you hear Niall and Emily chat.
"I'll bring her out here," Emily tells Niall. You hear her footsteps approach your room. She opens the room, signaling you to get out and talk to Niall. As you're walking towards the living room, your heart is beating so rapidly, and you feel like you're about to pass out. You enter the living room and see him sitting on the couch. Niall makes eye contact with you and gives you a shy smile. He looks well, but you can tell he's been going through a tough time mentally.
"Hello. You alright?" he asks you as he points to the seat next to him, signaling for you to sit. You sit next to him and start mentally preparing yourself for what you're about to say.
"Yamile, what's going on? You don't look well," he says, concerned. You look at him, but can't get the words out. You start sweating bullets, and your heart starts beating fast. You're on the verge of a panic attack. You get up and start pacing back and forth, trying to calm your nerves down.
"For fuck sake Yamile, tell me what's wrong?" Niall demands.
"I… Niall… Umm…," you can't get the words out. Niall looks frustrated and gets up from the couch. He walks towards you and hugs you. You didn't realize how much you needed the hug. You start sobbing in his arms, but you know you still have to tell him what's wrong.
"It's okay, baby, let it out," Niall says, caressing your hair.
"Niall, I am pregnant," you said. You remove yourself from his arms and look him in the eye.
Niall looks confused at first, wondering why you're telling him this. Then he remembered the events that happened on the last night of the trip. He also recalled that you guys didn't use protection.
"You sure it's not the assholes baby?" he asks you.
"I'm sure we barely had sex at all. It had been a couple of months since we had sex. So, it's not his. It's yours, Niall," you tell him and start sobbing again. Niall looks like he's about to go into shock.
“Im sorry Niall. I should've told you I wasn't on any contraceptives or I should've told you to put on a condom," you cried out.
"It's not all your fault, Yamile. I'm a grown man; I'm as responsible. I should've asked and suggested contraceptives," he says. You genuinely can't stop crying and fall on the ground.
"Okay, okay, relax, Yamile. Well, figure this out," he says, picking you up.
"So are you sure you're pregnant? Did you take the test?" asked Niall. You bring out the four positive tests and show him. He holds him in his hand and is shocked.
"I made a doctor's appointment for tomorrow to confirm everything," you tell Niall.
"Can I come?" asked Niall. You're surprised by his question.
"I am part of this mess too," he says. You nod your head in approval.
"The appointment is at 8 am tomorrow," you inform him.
"I'll pick you up tomorrow then and we'll go," he says. You feel a bit of relief now that you told Niall. You sit down on the couch and let out a big sigh.
"I know this is not the best time to ask this, but where does this leave us?" asked Niall.
You let out a big sigh and put your hands to your face.
"Niall, please, can we talk about this later? I need to take this day by day. I am not okay with any of this happening," you say.
"What do you mean?" asked Niall.
"This. This isn't supposed to happen. None of this, Niall. I was supposed to get married. Enjoy married life for a bit and then have babies. Not have a baby after a random hookup. What are people going to think of me? How am I going to tell my family? I was their good girl—the first to attend college and pursue a successful career. I was supposed to marry into a good family. Now I am just nothing special. What are jobs going to think of me?" you said between cries.
"That's the fucking problem with you. You care too much about what people think about you. You care too much about doing the right thing, but what is the right thing? You're so obsessed with being perfect. But you're so hard on yourself, and nothing will ever be good enough for you. Give yourself a break, be proud of yourself for once. You must be exhausted in that poor head of yours, beating yourself up," Nialls says to you. Niall kneels to you and makes eye contact.
"I know this isn't ideal to get pregnant after a one-night stand, but it happened. You can't control everything, Yamile. Life happens, baby. When I saw you at the restaurant, I saw the most beautiful girl in the world, but I wanted to cheer you up. When we had dinner, I had the best time. I couldn't help but think, 'Wow, this is such an amazing girl, and I want to be with her so badly.' When you told me you were left at the altar, I couldn't believe that. There was no way someone would leave such a beautiful and intelligent girl. Joseph prayed on your insecurities; he knew you liked to upkeep this image of yours, and that's why he did what he did to you. I could never," Niall tells you how he feels. He pulls you in for a hug and lets you cry it out. Maybe he was right, maybe it's time to change and not be so controlling of life. After a couple of minutes of you crying in his arms, Niall informs you he has to go.
"I'm sorry, I have to go, I have a meeting to attend. I had to practically beg them to do it virtually so I could see you today," he says. You nod, and he wipes away some tears.
"I'll see you tomorrow morning, yeah?" he confirms.
"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow," you said, escorting him to the front door. You give him one big hug, and he leaves.
"I like him," says Emily. She startles you as you close the front door.
"Were you listening to our conversation?" you asked, laughing at Emily.
"Well, yes, I was. He was a stranger, and I wanted to make sure you were safe," she confesses.
"I like him. A lot," says Emily.
"Yeah, me too," you said. You do like him.
"You sure you don't want to come?" you ask Emily.
"No, this is between you and Niall. I'll be here for support," she says.
You said goodbye to Emily and walked towards Niall's car. He was standing outside the car waiting for you. He opened the car door for you and greeted you. What a gentleman. You guys drove to the doctor's office in silence. You arrived at the office and checked in. Your hands were shaking as you filled out the information. Niall was nervous too, but he tried keeping his composure for you.
"Ms.Alvarez?" calls out the nurse. You and Niall get up and follow her. She instructs you to urinate into a cup to take the test. You and Niall wait in the room, anxiously awaiting the results.
"So what if you're pregnant?" he asked you, breaking the ice.
"Well, if I am pregnant, I would want to know my options, but I am leaning towards keeping the baby. I've always wanted to be a mother. What about you?" you said.
"I'm okay with whatever you'd like, but I, too, have always wanted to be a father," he tells you.
"However, if it's negative, I'm going to get so drunk," you said to Niall. Niall starts laughing hard.
"You getting drunk leads to bad decisions, this is how we got here in the first place, remember?" asks Niall, which earns him a loud laugh from you. It felt good to laugh with Niall, but that soon got interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Hello, Ms. Alvarez. I have your results right here," says the doctor. Niall holds your hand, and you both give each other a reassuring look.
"You're pregnant, Ms. Alvarez. 6 weeks to be exact. Would you like to know the gender?" the doctor asks. Niall looks at you, and you both nod your heads in agreement. You both want to know the gender of your child.
"Okay, then go ahead and lie down, Ms. Alvarez," says the doctor, pointing at the chair. He puts the cold gel on you and turns on the ultrasound machine. Niall is sitting next to you, holding your hand, and is holding back tears.
"Okay, Ms.Alvarez. It looks like you're having a baby girl!" the doctor says. You gasp in excitement and look at Niall. He looks so happy, with tears streaming down his face.
"We're having a girl!" says Niall. The doctor gave you pictures of the ultrasound, and you can't stop staring at them. Niall is about to drop you off when he asks you an important question.
"What are we?" Niall asks. You look at him and give him a big kiss on the lips.
"I want to try. Please, not only for the baby but for us," you said. Niall kisses you back and agrees to try being girlfriend and boyfriend.
You and Niall welcomed a baby girl a couple of months later. She was the biggest blessing in the world. She had Niall's eyes and had him wrapped around his finger. Niall moved to California to be with you and your baby girl. You were hired at the law firm, but years later, you decided to start your practice, which is doing quite well. Your family met Niall and adored him. When you asked your parents if they were mad that you got pregnant after a one-night stand, they chuckled.
"You're a grown adult, Yamile. You live your life. Niall is in love with you, and that's all we want for our girl. For her to be happy and to be loved," they said. A year after your baby girl was born, you and Niall got married. A small, intimate wedding for family and friends is nothing too fancy or extravagant. After the wedding, you got pregnant again and welcomed a baby boy. You didn't plan this, but you wouldn't change this for the world.
"Mom, how did you and Dad meet?" Florence asked. Yes, you and Niall named your daughter Florence after the city that brought you together.
"Um, Dad and I met while traveling in Europe. We met in Italy in Florence. We got pregnant with you and decided to get together. We got married after having you for a year," you told Florence and your son Rory. Yes, you named your son Rory after the player Niall insisted.
"Eww, was I named Florence because I was made in Florence?" asked Florence, grossed out. Rory starts laughing at her and making fun of her.
"Knock it off! Leave your sister alone! Now, your mother and I were lucky enough to both love each other. But please use protection for the love of God. Don't bring home babies," says Niall, jokingly lecturing them. His lectures make you chuckle.
After breakfast ends, you're washing up, but feel a pair of hands reach around your waist.
"Niall, what do you want?" you say, turning around and giving him kisses.
"I love you too, baby." You were about to give him kisses, but a car pulled up in the driveway.
"Is that Emily?" you ask Niall. Niall gives you a cheeky grin.
Suddenly, Florence and Rory come down with their luggage.
"Come and say bye to your mother," says Niall. The kids come by, give you kisses, and say goodbye.
"Where are you going?" you ask them.
"Emily is taking them for a week because we're going to Italy for our anniversary," Niall says.
You start crying happy tears and hug Niall. You haven't gone back to Italy since you and Niall met.
You and Niall are back in Florence, and all the memories come back. Niall books the same hotel where he stayed last time. You guys entered the same hotel room as last time.
"Brings you back any memories, baby?" asks Niall. You drag Niall to the bed and throw him on there.
"Lots and lots of memories, baby. Let's recreate them," you say, attacking his lips.
After a couple of rounds, you guys are cuddling in bed under the sheets naked and all.
"Can you believe 12 years of marriage and two kids?" he says to you, playing with your hair.
"I know, right. Who would've guessed that me being left at the altar would've led me to the best thing that's ever happened to me?" you said in between kisses. Niall returns the kisses and gets on top of you. He inserts himself into you, which makes you moan in his mouth.
"I love you so much, Niall," you moan.
Niall continues thrusting," I love you too, babygirl. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. You're mine forever and always mine."
