Night Changes (N.S MPREG)

16.

Niall's POV

I was extremely nervous. I had been biting my fingernails pretty much since I had received the reply from Harry. I sincerely hoped that things would go okay with Harry, seeing as though this would be the first time that my parents were going to properly meet him.

Obviously, he and I weren't dating, or even friends for that matter, so my parents accepting him wasn't really the most important thing in the world but I still wanted them to. Considering he and I would have to spend time together, it was almost certain that my parents would have to see Harry again.

I knew that Harry didn't have the best temper in the world. That was clear enough to me, so there was a possibility he would act in a similar way to my parents as he did to everyone. Though I was also worried about how my parents would act. I mean, they were nice enough but I couldn't help but feel as though they would say something that would upset Harry. 

After all of the effort it took for me to get Harry to open up to me, regardless of how little the progress may be, I didn't want it to go to waste by something happening.

I continued to nervously pace around the room. As my mind was already so focused on worry, I couldn't help but make it worse. I was now thinking about the future, having to walk around with a baby bump and actually have a child. I would obviously have to tell people what was happening. 

How would people react to it? 

I didn't know if I would be treated the same if I were a girl. I had heard of pregnant teenage girls being treated differently for the rest of her school life and I wondered if it would be the same for me. I shook my head. I was only slightly over three months, I still had time before I needed to tell people. There was no point in stressing over it, considering I was already stressing over enough as it was.

The doorbell had cut me off from my thoughts. The clock read that it was four past six and I was surprised to see that Harry had arrived practically on time, seeing as though he wasn't usually on time for anything.

I let out a small breath, wishing that my worries would leave my body along with it but I was still extremely nervous. I adjusted the ring of yellow flowers that were placed on my head, which had fallen crooked from me tugging on my hair several times. As soon as I made sure that I didn't look completely insane, I walked downstairs and opened the door before my parents could.

"You actually came," I commented, still surprised that he hadn't blown me off.

I closed my eyes, letting out a sigh when I realised how rude I actually sounded. I opened my eyes and looked at him apologetically. He rolled eyes, taking his lip ring between his teeth. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean--" I cut myself, suddenly feeling rather small under his gaze. 

"Whatever. Let's just get this over with," he muttered. Although he sounded bitter, I could tell that most of that was because like me, he was also nervous about this. 

I nodded and stepped aside, giving him space to enter.

"Thanks for this. You really didn't have to," I murmured as he walked inside, his shoulder brushing against mine gently. 

"It's fine," he told me, his voice slightly less cold and rather soft compared to what I was so used to hearing from him. 

I smiled at him, trying to make myself seem a whole lot calmer than I actually was in an attempt to reassure him that everything would be okay. 

"Mum, dad, this is Harry. Harry, these are my parents," I said as we entered the living room, feeling as nervous as I did when I first had to tell Harry that I was pregnant.