Faking Love ~Ned Shoran -completed

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Hey guys. Sorry it's taking so long to update. I've been grounded, but I'm ungrounded for spring break. I'll try and update as much as I can. Thanks for your patience. Love you all. And I can't get over that tweet ^ especially because he spelled gorilla wrong, he put two r's lmao.

-Ned Queen👬💕

Niall~

I was up thinking. I couldn't sleep. I just thought about the baby, and my family, and Ed.

I was kinda shocked that Greg hadn't told our mom. He likes to tell on me a lot, it makes him feel like he still runs shit.

But he doesn't, I'm not 13 anymore and I don't still live at home. He doesn't run anything.

I remember once he told our mom that I had lost my virginity, I don't even know how he found out. Probably some kids at school.

But my mom didn't even get mad at me, she got mad at Greg for getting in my business.

It was funny.

It's 5:30 in the morning and Ed is sound asleep so I decided to go on my phone.

I got on Twitter-probably not the best idea-and surfed through my home feed.

There were millions and millions of tweets talking about me being pregnant. Some people didn't believe it, some were harsh. But most were 2,000 times harsher then harsh.

I couldn't even explain them. They were making me kind of uncomfortable.

One said 'when i find out what hospetal you at when the baby is bein born im going to go there and suphocate you and the baby in your sleep nd laf while you sufer.'

The poor child couldn't even spell right.

Some tweets talked about how I'm only 20 and I'm famous and not even married, and I'm having a kid. They'd say that I wasn't ready to have a kid, mentally.

And they are 100% right. I don't know how to take care of a baby.

I mean I've baby sat before.. But that's nothing close to being a parent.

And like some people said, I'm famous. Do you know how screwed up people can get from being famous? Some people get bad when they become famous around my age, but being One Direction's kid? That could screw up a five year old real quick.

And the one that makes having a kid harder is being married or not.

And Ed and I are not married, but I'm pregnant. And like I've said before if Ed asked me to marry him I would definitely say yes. But I don't think that's really crossed his mind yet, and I don't want him to marry me but a couple years later realize that this isn't what he wanted. So I'm not ever going to bring it up.

I set my phone down and looked out the window. The sun was starting to come up. But you could tell today was going to be cold and maybe rain a little.

It is December. It's the 15th.

Ed and I's anniversary is soon, one week. We use our original anniversary as our real one because we don't really remember the day we actually got together, so we use the one management gave us. December 23rd.

This year went by way faster then I was expecting. And I didn't really think that I'd be sitting here next to Ed, my boyfriend going to a doctors appointment today to figure out what gender my baby was.

It's all so weird. But I like weird.

I smiled and climbed out of bed. I went into the bathroom and grabbed a towel off the little rack thing. I turned on the water and let it warm up.