Part Twelve

"Your bags are here Miss." The flight attendant smiled, handing me my D&G handbag and matching suitcase. I paused, thinking back to that day I met Niall… All I had was an old battered suitcase and £10 in my back pocket. And for the second time that day the thought sunk back into my mind…What has happened to me?

The cold gust of wind hit me as I stepped out the jet and began to walk down the steps. "LILY!" someone screeched, pushing a camera towards my face. "Is it true you're pregnant?" I froze, and feeling the blood slowly drain from my face, I turned to face the voice. How had they found out? "What?" I laughed, forcing my face to smile. "One of our publishers overheard Mr Horan on the phone to you. So, is it true?" They asked, shoving the microphone even closer to my face. I could feel the anger slowly growing inside myself, "No. I'm not pregnant." I said, "And for the record, next time on of your so called 'publishers' feel like listening in on one of mine or Niall's phone calls. Well, I'll see them in court." And with that, I flung my bag over my shoulder and marched towards the terminal building.

"The Hilton, London." I said, sinking back into my seat. The taxi driver smiled and turned the key in the ignition. I ripped open my handbag and fumbled with the buttons on my blackberry. 5 missed calls from Niall. Shit.

Why did I tell him?

Suddenly the phone in my hands began to vibrate. I paused before answering it.

"h-hello?" I stuttered, waiting for the familiar reply. "Hey Lily." The voice said. "Louis? Where's Niall?" The line went silent for a few seconds; all I could hear was heavy breathing. "We don't know Lily. After you told him the news, he went crazy, he said he couldn't cope with a baby, he said only one thing mattered right now-" Louis stopped himself quickly and took a sharp intake of breath, "I'm sorry lily, I shouldn't have said that." I shook my head, "no, carry on; tell me what's the most important thing to him right now." I said, biting my lip. "I can't lily!" He pleaded. "LOUIS! TELL ME!" I shouted. Louis paused again, before whispering "…his career."

Suddenly it hit me. Why was I here? I tried to live the dream in America. It didn't work, but I still fell in love with the place. The only problem was money. I was so busy busking and trying to get a job, that I had no time to explore the area. Except now I had money, now I had a life. But it wasn't the life I wanted. My fiancé only cares about his career, I'm pregnant with a kid I don't want and the only thing I spend time doing is shopping with stuck up wags I can't stand.

"I'm sorry, can you turn around please?" I said, tapping the taxi driver on the shoulder. "Of course miss, where to?" "Can we go back to the airport?" "Yes miss." He smiled, his face looking puzzled. "going away again so soon? Where to?" he asked, obviously trying to make a joke. But I couldn't laugh, "…I don't know."