Stop Hiding

Again {35}

Niall's PoV.

((11 months + 2 weeks later))

Last month, we bought a house. No, not just Louis and I, Liam and Harry too.

Louis and Liam went out to buy some things for the house, Harry and I decided to stay and to unpack the last few boxes.

We all bought a shared house. It's bigger. A lot bigger. It has 7 bedrooms, 5 bathrooms, a big kitchen, living room, dining room, a games room, a screening room, and more.

It even has a pool!!

It's fit for family's!

And I guess that's a good thing because.... it looks like Louis and I might just be starting a new one...

I stare down, as I shakily hold the 5th pregnancy test I've taken today.

All have come out as positive.

I'm scared. Even more so than the first time this happened! I know Louis won't leave me, right? Don't get me wrong, I'm excited, but I don't want to have to go through another miscarriage.

Are we even ready or this now? We just moved houses!

We aren't even properly unpacked!

I hear Harry calling me. I shakily stand up, pocketing the tests, not knowing what to do with them.

I try and focus on keeping my breathing in control. I can't have a panic attack now. The last time I had one was when I woke up front the coma.

I reach the living room, but buy now, I can't keep it in control. I collapse on the couch, my breathing heavy and sharp.

Thoughts swirl in my head, making this all worse.

Harry runs over to me, panic clear in his eyes. "Niall?! Just breath ok?" I don't even have to tell him it's a panic attack, he just knows.

Harry holds me for a bit, but it doesn't work.

My chest starts to hurt immensely, and I screw my eyes shut. I can feel my hands clamping up.

I haven't had an attack this bad since I was 13.

Harry's PoV.

I notice Niall's state, it's gotten worse, and I start to panic a bit too. This is bad. Really bad.

"I'm calling 911" I say grabbing my phone 

(ok, I'm 99% sure it's not 911 in London, but it is where I am. Sorry if this bothers you)

Niall shakes his head and chokes out a scrambled sentence.
"N-No........ C-Ca-n..... I-I'm.....  F-Fi-fi-fine-ne"

I see tears slowly drip down from his eyes.

"No you're not fine." I tell him, calling 911.

I explain our emergency to the lady on the phone, stating it's urgent.

I keep the phone on speaker, as I try to calm down Niall.

"I-I-It H-Hu-hurt-ts!" Niall sobs out in between sharp breaths. this face contorts in pain as he keeps his eyes closed. His chest rises and falls rapidly. I'm surprised he even had enough oxygen in him to say that.

Soon enough, an ambulance arrives with 2 paramedics, one women, and one man. If anything, Niall has gotten worse.

I step out of the room, and dial Louis' number.

"Hey Haz what's up-" cut him off.

"You and Liam need to come home now!" I state.

"What? What's going on?! Is everything ok?" Louis asks. I can hear Liam in the background asking the same things. Louis puts it on speaker so I can talk to them both.