Night Changes (N.S MPREG)

14.

Niall's POV

As soon as the words left my mouth, there was a small part of me wished that I could take them back. I wasn't too sure how my parents were going to take the news. They weren't generally the type to judge someone based on what they looked like but I couldn't help but feel scared they would be mad because I had been dumb enough to sleep with someone like him.

"He's the other father?" my mum asked. Neither her nor my father seemed particularly angry about it. All I could see from them was a considerable amount of shock, which I deemed a relatively fair reaction. 

Still, I nodded slowly, nervously playing with the bracelet that was now back on my wrist as I stared at the floor.

"I know that he isn't the type of person you were expecting but I don't even speak to him unless it's for the baby," I rambled, actively doing my best to avoid meeting their eyes. 

"We're not mad, Niall. We're just shocked. We just didn't think that was someone you would...you know," she spoke gently, causing me to blush. 

"We're happy that he's helping you," my father added.

"We aren't in a relationship," I added hesitantly, wondering if they would even believe me or not. 

"Niall, it's okay. You don't need to worry," dad continued, offering me a reassuring smile. They seemed to be telling the truth. If anything, they seemed happy to be able to see the person involved in this, so I was rather thankful.

I nodded at them softly and walked past them to my room. As soon as I had shut my door, my thoughts immediately went to Harry. I wondered why he had suddenly been so nice to me. I could tell that he wasn't really the type of person to apologise. 

I would have thought he would at least pretend that nothing had happened since we met but I was happy to say that he didn't. It was just a little weird and difficult to wrap my head around. I wasn't aware that Harry even knew how to say sorry to people.

Though I appreciated the fact that he did. I kind of felt as though he was slowly beginning to see me as a friend. Perhaps this meant that things were going to change between Harry and I. It may not be instantly but I guessed that we may become closer in the future. 

Harry's POV

I watched Niall send me another glare and get out of the car. I knew he was angry as hell and I just hoped that he didn't do anything to harm himself, or the baby. I should have just told him what he wanted to know but I didn't necessarily want to tell the other father of my baby my personal problems.

My baby. It still felt really weird to think about that but I didn't feel as negative about it as I used to. Maybe that was why I didn't want to tell Niall why I was unhappy about the baby...because I wasn't so unhappy after all. Maybe I didn't want to tell Niall that a part of me was excited.

Or maybe it wasn't that. Maybe it was because I didn't want to talk to Niall about anything other than what I had to. Sure it did kind of concern him but it was still quite personal to me, so that was why I kept my mouth shut about it.

My thoughts were cut off by Niall slamming his front door shut after storming away from my car. I couldn't help but smile at his anger. I could tell it was the hormones from being pregnant. It amused me to see someone that was usually so calm act so hostile. 

The only person that didn't act scared of me was Liam. So it was funny to get such a reaction from Niall, who as much as he would hate to admit it, was terrified of me. Lately, he had seemed to be yelling at me more than regular talking.

My eyes dropped to the now empty seat beside me, frowning when I noticed the bracelet that Niall usually wore had fallen off. I wondered why he didn't notice he had lost it but I blamed it on the fact that he was probably too angry to think properly. 

I knew it would be the right thing to return it to him, especially since he was hormonal and pregnant, not to mention he would probably freak out if he knew that I had it. Though I was quite rude to him, I wasn't quite mean enough to not return something that was obviously so important to him. So instead of driving back to my house, I opened the door to the car and headed up the driveway.

The door opened to reveal Niall. I was relieved. I knew that I wasn't quite ready to meet Niall's parents, though it wasn't really a big deal considering Niall and I weren't even a couple. 

"Harry?" he questioned. I noticed that he was no longer angry, more so now confused at my sudden reappearance. 

I let out a breath and lifted my hand, holding the bracelet out to him.

"You uh-- you left this in my car," I said, handing him the piece of jewellery that he always wore.

His eyes widened when they saw the bracelet in my hand, which further confirmed that he had no idea it went missing.

"Oh. Thanks," he said, taking the bracelet from my hand. He turned away, his eyes glossing over. 

"Hey, are you crying?" I asked, scared that I had done something. I watched him wipe the tears away from under his eyes before he shrugged.

"What's wrong?" I questioned, worried I had done something to further upset him. 

"I don't know," he replied, though I had the feeling that he most likely had a reason for crying that he didn't want to share. Something inside me felt bad for acting like an arse to him, so I did what I thought was right. I guessed I had to apologise to him now, even if I hated apologising to people.

"Look, Niall. I know that I haven't been the nicest person to you. At all. I understand why you got angry with me," I said quietly.

It fell silent, but I could tell that he had heard what I had said. I was thankful, I didn't want to repeat it.

"It's alright," he replied, his voice gentle, as if he knew how I felt about apologising to people.

"No, it's not. You're being way too nice to me," I said bitterly. For once, this bitterness completely directed to myself and not at Niall. 

He looked deep in thought, so I took this as a chance to continue speaking. "Listen, I didn't just come here to give your bracelet back. I also came here to...apologise," I said. "Niall, I'm sorry for being a dick."

It felt weird for me to say that. I wasn't one to apologise. I usually didn't care about how other people felt but something about Niall made me feel bad.

Fuck, I bet Liam would have loved to see me right then. He would love to see me looking like a blushing and stuttering fool as I apologised to someone that I claimed to hate.

"It's okay," he said, watery eyes not taking away from the smile that was now on his face.

I shook my head. It shouldn't be okay. I now realised that I shouldn't have treated him like that and he should be pissed off that I did but I was happy he forgave me.

"You shouldn't forgive me. You should slam the door in my face," I muttered.

"Nothing will come out of me doing that. There's no point. You apologised and I forgave you."

"Just please don't try to force information out of me. If I don't want to tell you something, can you leave it at that? There are some things that I'm not comfortable talking about, even to you," I muttered.

"Okay, I promise but please don't snap at me again," he said, suddenly seeming shy.

"I'll see you later, Niall," I said, and I couldn't help the smile that took over my face.

"Okay. Bye, Harry," he replied, his tone was back to the normal gentleness I was used to hearing from him.

With that, I turned and walked back to my car and I heard Niall shut the door. I smiled, I felt pretty good about apologising to Niall. It was surprisingly satisfying.