Part Eleven

6 years later

I flinched as my new heels squeaked against the airport floor. Urgh, Jimmy Choo's, there the worst. I told Niall I wanted Prada. I glanced at the newspaper stand as I walked past; 'Niall Horan engaged' I smiled to myself as I twirled the giant rock around my finger. Hitching my D&G bag further up my shoulder, I carried on to the check in desk. As my luggage flowed seamlessly onto the conveyer belt, I sighed at the woman spending 10 minutes checking my passport. "Problem?" I asked, checking my watch. "No. It's just- erm. Congratulations!" She said, gesturing towards my finger. "Yeah. Thanks." I sighed, taking my passport back off her and heading towards a café.

"Niall?" I asked, throwing my hand luggage towards a flight attendant. The voice at the other end of the line murmured something. "no. N..I..A..L..L. not Louis, Niall." I sighed. Why can't they ever get good secretary? "Niall? Thank god." I breathed as the familiar voice came on the line. "What is it hun?" he asked. I turned around in my seat to see the flight attendant glaring at me, he pointed vigorously at the 'mobile phones switched off' sign. I groaned, turning my attention back to Niall. "Nothing. It's just…nevermind. Carry on with the recording." I said shaking my head; this wasn't the right time to tell him. "You sure?" he asked. "Yeah, yeah, bye Niall." I put down the phone and picked up the menu. "Lobster please." I said to the passing air hostess. "Yes miss." She smiled, "any salad with that?" I paused for a second. I really didn't want salad. I needed to eat more at the moment. "erm." I said, biting my lip. "Yes, please." I forced myself to say, "rocket and cress please." I sighed, turning my attention back to my phone.

I didn't know how much longer I could keep this secret. But I had to. This could end Niall's career. Never mind it ending my care free lifestyle. I could have anything I wanted at the moment…but if this got out, I couldn't. I froze in my seat at the thought. What had happened to me? 6 years ago I was the girl who didn't even know who one direction were. I had no money. I lived on the streets for god's sake. Now I'm sat in first class on the way back from a shopping trip in Paris like it's the most normal thing in the world; sipping champagne and eating lobster. This was all wrong. I fumbled with the tight seat belt around my waist; I felt like I was going to be sick.

"Excuse me please." I gushed, pushing past the hostess who had served me earlier. "Anything the matter miss?" she asked, steadying me by holding onto my arm. "n- no. I just feel ill." I stuttered "do you want me to phone Mr Horan?" she asked, the concern becoming clear in her voice. I couldn't care less whether she phoned Niall…I just had to get out of here.

I ran into the loo and pushed the lock shut. I couldn't carry on like this…the secret would come out soon.

That's when the idea dawned on me. I had to leave. This lifestyle…it wasn't me. I had been living in a dream, but it wasn't my life, it was Niall's. I wanted the old me back. The me that though a tenner was a huge amount of money. The me who would smile all day if someone so much as acknowledged me. Now I'm always frowning, and nothing ever seems good enough.

I grasped the sides of the sink, pushing my hair out of the way. I felt horrible. My phone began to buzz violently in my hand. Not Niall, not now. "what?" I shouted picking up the phone. "An woman just called from the plane, she said you looked awful." "Gee, thanks." I mumbled. "No, not like that, she said you looked ill." A single tear ran down my cheek. "I feel ill." I whispered. "What's going on Lily?" he asked, his tone of voice suddenly becoming serious.

I felt my stomach flip as I said those two words. "I'm pregnant."