A Wedding and A Funeral

                                    

                                          
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This chapter is dedicated to Chubbybutt.
                          
Also this is going to be a longer chapter because I just wanted to get this in and if I split it, it would be way too short.
                          
This chapters song is "Take Care," by Drake feat. Rhianna
                          
Love you all my little pretties,
                          
Madame Midnight
                          
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Niall's POV
                          
I placed my hand gently on top of her stomach which only stuck out a little bit. She pulled away in complete fear. Ethan had messed her up bad, and now at seventeen she was going to be a mother. I wasn't going to let her go through this alone. 
                          
I don't care if I'm not the real father, I was going to make sure that I would take care of this kid, even if he wasn't really mine. 
                          
The tears in her eyes made me think about her, what would she want to do?
                          
 Would she even agree to this. 
                          
Where would even get married? 
                          
I am eighteen and she is only seventeen, neither of us could marry legally. 
                          
What would we do, what would she say?
                          
She'd say you're a fucking dumb ass, because you want to get married! Viva la dumb ass!
                          
Viva, Viva La Vegas!
                          
 We could do a quick wedding in Vegas! It would be legal-ish and no one would know! The paparazzi was following all the other boys, Hell no one even cares about me anymore. 
                          
But it doesn't matter because now I've found the solution.
                          
"Let's go to Vegas," I say all too quickly.
                          
"Why?" Evelyn asked confused.
                          
"Because we can get married. I can take care of you. I want to be here for you Ev!"
                          
She put her hand over her eyes and breathed in heavily, analyzing the situation. 
                          
"I'll pack my bag," she said quietly as she walked into the house. I smiled and rushed into the house behind her. 
                          
I'm going to get married. 
                          
I'm going to get married. 
                          
Oh God, I'm getting married?
                          
Yeah, doesn' sound like such a good idea, now does it? Idiot!
                          
You know what, forget that voice inside my head, I don't care right now. 
                          
I'm in love. 
                          
I'm terrified, but in love. 
                          
Maybe being terrified was love? 
                          
Maybe it was part of it? 
                          
I don't care as long as I stayed in love. 
                          
I sat down at the desktop inside Evelyn's house and booked two first class tickets to Las Vegas for tomorrow night. Evelyn came up from behind me, wrapped her arms around my chest, and kissed my cheek.I smiled and turned around in my chair. She still looked beautiful even if she did look different, she was my Evelyn. 
                          
"We leave tomorrow night," I say as I kiss her hand. She showed me a giant smile and I gave her one right back.
                          
The next day we were on a plane to Vegas to get married.