Just My Luck [Niam Mpreg.]

Chapter 5

“Niall! I’m going to Liam’s flat. You coming?” I called from downstairs. He had been tuckered out after the past few dramatic days and spent most of them resting in bed and skipping a majority of the rehearsals. We had already postponed a series of our Glasgow and Dublin concerts as well as a few in London, and we were expected to come back with the flow of things next week. But if Niall continued to lazy around, he might not be able to attend our concert.

“No.” He groaned. “The stairs…too…far…”

I rolled my eyes. “Alright then. I won’t be gone for long, stay here and don’t get in any trouble.”

There was a long silence, followed by Niall popping up at the top of the stairs, rubbing his eyes sleepily. “Can you bring back some Nando’s? I’m starving.”

“You just ate!”

“No I didn’t!” He said, leaning against the banister as if just standing up were too much of a task.

“You did, Niall. But fine.”

“Everybody seems to forget that I’m pregnant.” He grumbled, turning around to go back to his room. “Just bring me back some food!” he said from his bed. I sighed and slipped my coat over my shoulders, grabbing my keys and heading out the door. A chilly winter breeze tousled my hair in which I didn’t care to quiff this morning. I got in the car and drove down Bradford Street, then headed down the private road (also a shortcut) to Wolverhampton Pointe, where Liam’s flat was located. I parked the car next to his motorcycle and hopped out, jogging up the steps to reach his door.

I hoped we wouldn’t get in an argument this time. We haven’t had a civil conversation since last week.

I gave the wooden door three taps and rang the door bell, listening to it chime from the inside and waited for him to come to the door. After not much waiting, Liam opened the door, standing behind the screen door with a not too pleased look on his face. “What brings you here, Zayn?” He said, propping his elbow on the threshold. I looked up at the sun, then back at him.

“I just want to talk.”

“About what? If it’s Niall then I don’t—“

“Liam, you can’t avoid it forever. You haven’t even apologized to him yet.”

“Did too.” He remarked, standing back up and folding his arms across his chest.

“Well not properly. Can I come in? It’s breezy out here.”

Liam pursed his lips and shifted his weight to the other foot, not sure about whether or not to let me inside. Which was a shame. Just a few weeks ago I would have been able to walk in without asking…But I don’t want to admit that Niall is the cause of this. Because he isn’t.

The door finally opened after a few moments of quiet, and I stepped in. he held out his hand, waiting for me to give him my jacket so he could put it on the coat rack. I shook my head. “It’s fine. I won’t be here too long.”