Something Unimaginable (Niall Horan Fanfic) Book 4

Dublin

A/N: Just a heads up for this chapter: Nate is Taylor. I'm the process of changing names and such. The page with the pictures of everyone is updated here: http://illbeniallspotato.tumblr.com/post/55296492622/everyone sorry that the wait was so long on this chapter, but I've been working a lot and been worried about a lot of other things that are going on. I'm going to be working on changing all of the names of people in Kiersten's past and editing the early chapters. I'll also be consolidating some of the beginning chapters. Thanks for all the support J love you guys! Also: This hasn't been edited. Sorry. But I had a rough day at work and I just want to sleep, but I also wanted to get this up for you guys. This chapter is dedicated to lazysundayeveryday for her awesome banners! I would also really appreciate it if you guys would vote and comment. It would help me know that you're liking my writing. So don't be a silent reader :)

Kiersten:

I finished off the letter for Nate just as the tour bus skidded to a stop making me bang my head against the wall that was next to me. "Damn it," I mumbled rubbing my head as I stood up to make my way to the back of the bus where Niall and the boys were asleep. The UK leg of the tour had just begun and I was not feeling the constant motion at five months pregnant.

"Sorry about that. There's an accident up a head of us, a bit. Probably going to be sitting here for a bit. Everyone okay?" Don the driver said over the intercom system.

"It's alright, Don. Thanks for letting us know. We're all fine." I said into the intercom. I sighed just wanting to be on stable ground. I had never been carsick in my entire life, but the second I stepped on the tour bus the first day of tour I threw up my entire lunch before the bus even started moving.

"Hey how'd the letter writing go?" Niall asked as I crawled into bed and curled up next to his warm body.

"Fine." I mumbled breathing in his cologne, "I mean I was writing a letter to my baby brother who got deployed to war, so there's that."

Niall chuckled wrapping an arm around my waist, "How many times does he have to tell you that he's going to be fine, for you to believe him? He's not even in a war zone. He's only at this training base without internet for three weeks. Then you can start Skyping him again."

"I know. I'm shit at writing letters though."

"That's not true. You're a great writer, baby." He smiled kissing the side of the my head. "There's a giant bump on your head."

"Yeah, I banged my head against the wall when Don slammed on the breaks."

"Why did he slam on the breaks? I didn't even notice."

"Accident up ahead. We're going to be here for a while."

Niall hummed before gently running his thumb over the bump on my head, "I'll be right back." He said before climbing out of the bed. He checked on the boys in their crib/bunk before heading out of the room. I rolled over into his warm spot and cuddled as far into the Niall scented sheets as I could get. "Alright, you little spot stealer, I got you an icepack." He said carefully pressing the towel wrapped icepack to my head. "Good?" He asked and I nodded just wanting him to lay back down and cuddle with me. "How are you feeling? Any better at all?" He asked letting his hand rest on my growing stomach.

"I'm fine, Ni. Really. Quatro and I are both fine. Now shut up and cuddle with me."

"Alright, alright calm down." He chuckled letting me wrap my body around his. "The doctor is coming to see you tomorrow right?"