I look at her and see a little tear rolling down her cheek. I should have told Clair to not bring her son, I think as I step closer to Olivia. "Are you okay, gorgeous?" I ask as another tear rolls down her red cheeks.

"No." She gasps and shakes her head.

"Sit down, gorgeous, please." I move to the side and let her sit, thinking that she might collapse. "Clair, water please." I say without even looking at her. I sit down next to Olivia and put my arm around Olivia as Clair goes into the kitchen with her son in her arms. I don't know what Olivia is thinking and I wish I could, but all I can do is read her face. She isn't fully crying which is a good sign but few tears are rolling down her red cheeks which isn't good either and she doesn't say a word, making me worry more about her. I can't help her if I don't know what's wrong. Is she thinking about the son we could have had when she looks at Clair's?

"Please tell me what's wrong, Olivia. I-I can't help or comfort you if I don't know." I say as Clair comes back with the water. She gives me the glass and I give it to Olivia. "Please, talk to me." I mumble. Olivia takes a sip of the water and places the glass on the coffee table before she finally faces me after looking down for what felt like hours.

"I'm-I'm just thinking about what-what could be and... I don't know, I'm just emotional right now." She stutter and I can't help it but have to smile because of her cuteness.

"We can always try for another baby, gorgeous. Maybe not now or next month but in a few years when, you know, when we both feel ready and if it happens, if you get pregnant again before that, then that's fine as well. As long as you're the mother and I'm father, we'll be happy and we'll manage. Look, it doesn't matter who I am or who you are and it-it doesn't matter how old we are, because all that matters is that you and I are together... and, I-I know that we belong together, alright? You-you might not believe me when I say this but I know for sure that we belong together. I just know it." I say, thinking about our past that she can't remember.

I sometimes wish she could though, because then she would know what I know. She would know that fate wants us together. She would know that we're prefect for each other. And she would know that all we need is one another.

But she doesn't know all that and only I do, so it's up to me if we stay together or not. I have to fight for her in order to stay with her. The fate of our life is in my hands and I can't screw that up. I just can't.

"We-we can leave... I'll just text Niall everything he needs to know. I mean, I did that for a week so what's one more day, right?" Clair says and sits down next to Olivia.

"No, no, I'm okay, really. I-I just had a moment." Olivia says and looks at Clair's son in her arms. "Can I hold him?" She asks. Clair nods vigorously and hands her son carefully over to Olivia. A smile instantly forms on her lips as she holds the little boy. "Hello, little one." She says with the cutest voice I've ever heard from her. It's a mix of happiness, sadness and a motherly tone that I haven't heard from her yet.

"You're so cute, gorgeous." I whisper into her ear, making her giggle as she plays with the little boy on her lap.

"Thank you but no, I'm not, he is." She says, stroking the cheek of the little boy. He smiles and wraps his little fingers around her thumb. I can't help it but just have to think about the son we could have had.

"Is it okay if Clair and I leave you two alone for a bit? We have to talk about my appointments and stuff." I ask after looking at Clair with the planner back in her hands.

"Yeah sure." Olivia answer without even looking at me. Clair's son has her full attention and for once I'm not jealous of the other guy, even though the little guy won over her heart in just seconds.

As I follow Clair, I look back at Olivia and see the big smile on her face. She loves children and babies. It has always been like that. Back then, when she wasn't even six, she already told me that she's going to have at least two kids, so that one wouldn't be lonely.

"Is she alright?" Clair asks once we're in the kitchen.

"She's trying to be... After all, she just had an accident, so you know, her body still hurts a bit." I explain and tell myself over and over again to not say anything about the lost of our baby. Clair doesn't know about it and it's better that way. She could tell the management and Olivia and I could get into trouble. I just can't forget the fact that they made me go out in public with another girl just because my relationship with Olivia got a bit too public. And that wasn't even what bothered me. The fact that I couldn't tell Olivia what I had to do, was what hurt the most. That hurt me and her. And now, I just can't help it but have to think about what else they could make me do, once they here that I got her pregnant. What if they make me break up with her? I can't risk that. I can't life without her.

Sometimes, I wish that I was just a normal guy, with a normal job. No management, no hate from other people. No one would care if I start a family with Olivia already and no one would forbid us from seeing each other. Sometimes, I wish that the management would hold themselves back and just leave mine and the other boys' private life alone. One day, it will cause one of us to leave the band.

"I'm so sorry for bringing him. My husband is at work and the babysitter is out of town. I just didn't know what to do and I couldn't leave him alone at the house." Clair says and biting her lip.

"It's-It's okay. I really understand why you brought him and Olivia... she's-she's just a big fragile at the moment." I explain and scratch the back of my neck.

Clair just nods and opens her planner. I like that she doesn't ask questions. She could ask why Olivia is fragile or why she cried when she saw the lille boy. But she doesn't. She tells me about my schedule for the next few weeks, about my doctor appointments and when I'm going to have to go to the studio. I don't pay a lot of attention to her as I try to look into the living room to see Olivia and Clair's son. When I've finally found a good position where I don't stand awkwardly, I completely zone out and only focus on Olivia. She looks so happy and carefree as she talks to the little boy, but I know that it still hurts her. But I also know that she would never admit that.

"Are you listening, Niall?" Clair asks, pulling me back into reality. I nod vigorously as she tells me that I'm going to have to be at the studio with the other boys tomorrow. The management is starting to worry that my name won't be under any of the songs for this album, which isn't the best.

"Do you think I can bring Olivia into the studio?" I ask Clair.

"Doesn't she have classes?" Clair wants to know, reminding me that Olivia is a student and not just my girlfriend, which I sometimes forget. I haven't seen her studying for ages, nor have we even talked about it in the last couple of month. We were both too busy with other things and problems.

"She can come by afterwards, right?" I ask.

"Sure. It should be alright since the others already know and like her anyway." Clair says and I nod understanding. We go back to the living room, where Clair packs her things while I sit down next to Olivia. I reach my hands out for the little boy but Olivia turns away giggling.

"She's mine." She jokes and gives the little man a kiss on his forehead. He smiles, making Olivia almost cry again. I want to look at her angrily but just have to laugh. She makes me so happy.

"It's time for us to go." Clair says with a small smile on her face. She takes out her phone and checks the time before nodding and putting it back into her bag.

"Are you sure? Can't you stay for a little longer?" Olivia asks and carefully hands the boy over to his mother. Clair shakes her head no as she takes him and puts him into the stroller.

"His daddy is already waiting for us. He's just got off from work and wants to see his Jr." She says and quickly hugs Olivia before she hugs me. "Say bye-bye, baby." She says to her son, who then starts to make little baby noises, which make us all laugh.

After Clair and her son left, Olivia and I go back to the living room. I let myself fall into the couch as she takes a blanket for us. "Come here." I say as I open my arms for her. She smiles and sits down next to me. I'm already leaned back and sit comfortably as she puts the blanket over our legs before leaning back herself. I put one arm around her shoulder as she cuddles into my side. I've missed cuddling and just relaxing with her a lot even though we did that last night while watching movies. I just can never have enough of her.

"Clair reminded me today that you're a student." I tell her, making her burst out laughing.

"How can you forget?" She asks laughing. "You even brought my books over to your house and hung up my London University sweater in your closet!"

I burst out laughing as I feel my cheeks heating up. I'm so forgetful when it comes to small stuff like that. But ask me what Olivia's favourite number used to be when we were younger and I know it! It's four.

"I think that you're a bit OCD, by the way." She adds, making me and herself laugh even harder.

"I like things to be a certain way, alright! Is that such a bad thing?!" I ask when I finally manage to stop laughing.

"No! no, it's a good things actually and quite cute." She says, sitting up straight.

"Not quite as cute as you are, though." I compliment her, making her blush. "Am I really still making you blush?" I ask smirking. Her mouth forms an O as she punches my arm softly.

"For your information, Mr.Horan, yes, you still make me blush AND I call it the Niall Effect! So shut up, after all I named it after you." She speaks loud and happy. Her lips are formed into a big smile and her eyes are wide open. I missed seeing her like this. Then I just know that I've got her full attention and that she isn't thinking about something else at the same time.

"After who else should it be named other than me? I'm the one who's causing it!" I laugh, wrapping my arms around her.

"Niiiaall!" She whines but sounds happy about my arms around her as well.

"Niiiiaaall!" I mimic her with a high pitched voice as I pull her to me. She wants to shake herself out of my arms but can't manage since she's not really trying anyways. She might act like she wants me to take my arms off her, but secretly she loves it.

"Niall pleaase!" She exclaims but it only makes me laugh. I start to tickle her, making her laugh uncontrollably. "Niall please! stoop!" She whines in between her laughter.

"Stop whining! You love this!" I tell her laughing, knowing that she really does.

"Nooooo!" She laughs and it's honestly my favourite sound.

"Admit it!" I exclaim, making us both laugh harder.

"Fuck! I love this!" She finally admits loudly. I take my hands off her and let her sit up. She looks at me with exhausted as she takes a deep breath. "I love you." She says, making my heart race. It doesn't matter how often I hear those three little words out of her mouth, it makes my heart race and race. I secretly call it the Olivia Effect.

"I love you more." I smile and enjoy the little moment of silent as we just look at each other smiling.

"You honestly drive me crazy." She says, taking my arms and putting them around herself.

"A good crazy, right?" I ask as I pull her closer to me.

"Right." She mumbles, resting her head on my chest. I take one hand and bury it into her hair to massage her little head. She closes her eyes, enjoying it. When I see the small scar that she got from the accident few years ago, my hand stops to move. I just stare at it, not able to take my eyes off it.

"Niall, continue." Olivia mumbles half asleep.

"Yes, sorry, princess." I say quickly and swallow down the saliva in my mouth before continuing to massage her head. I forgot that she got that and wonder if she can feel it or even knows that she has it.

"Are you alright, Niall? You stopped again." She sits up and takes my free hand. She holds it with both of her hands and strokes the back of it with her thumbs.

"I'm alright, gorgeous. I-I just remembered something." I explain and put a strand of her hair that fell into her face behind her ear.

"What did you remember?" She asks, making me ask myself if it's time to tell her the truth.