Love Vs. Lust (Niam Mpreg)

Chapter 10

Liam's POV

What did he just say didn't actually come out of his mouth, did it? I mean I jump to conclusions a lot and I know it's highly wrong to do that but it's sometimes necessary, like now. I really, really hope what he said wasn't what I heard but deep, deep, very deep down I was slightly hoping it was. Like I said that deep down spot, I may have loved him too.

"We should get ready, I have a meeting in a few, a very important one too." Of course I turned it on me, when don't I ever? I am the cocky son of a bitch that was pushed around in high school, I deserve the attention I never got in high school.

Flashback, 10th grade year: 

"Dork stop fighting it, you know you like dick so take it, it's either that or a swirlie, you shit." Ryan yelled, this was the third time in a month, it only being the second week of the month, this sucked shit. Nobody cared about me, not even that I was the son of Payne Corporations. Here I was my face against the twice my size man, crotch. I alwas knew he was gay but not like this. I tried to shove away, no prevail. I was weak and I knew that my life as never getting any better. 

I ended up with a swirlie because the 'lookout' yelled, stupidly that a teacher was coming. My glasses were broke but this was nothing new, my sixth pair in three months, so on average two pair a month, but in my life money meant nothing. We were billionares but nobody ever believed me when I told them in fifth grade. Then again in fifth grade i'd say I wanted to be a teacher and further on I went in school the more I thought I was insane in fifth grade, kids were disrespectful and rude and honestly I didn't want any in my life, even as my own person. 

I didn't want to stay in school anymore that day ad decided to walk home which was a mile or two away. I walked in throwing my stuff on the table. 

"Oh you're home early Liam?" Liza, our servant, asked politely. She called me sir when she first started but I asked her to please call me Liam, that i'm 14 not 50. I nodded and walked upstairs to my dads office. 

"Dad? My glasses got broke again, so I need a new pair?" I looked down at my feet. My father was always caught up in his business, he rarely ever spoke to me or came out to eat. We were second to his fucking business. Neither one of my parents knew I was dyslexic because had their asses and noses in other places. 

"Try that again." I sighed and walked out, knocking once again, this time waiting for acknowledgement. "Yes? Come in?" I walk in, once again. 

"Dad I broke my glasses again and I need a new pair." I said obviously angry but I attempted to hide it in my voice. 

"How did you break it son?" He actually acknowledged I was his son, that's new for him.  Maybe he actually cared? But no he doesn't and I know it. 

"I got pushed and they fell off." I say honestly because hes never going to do anything about.

"Defend yourself more it won't, talk to Liza." He said glancing up at me then back at his work. 

"I hate you." I said walking out, never knowing that would be the last time his father could hear him. 

End Flash back 

I hadn't noticed I was crying until I felt Niall's warmth around me. I slowly pulled away,  I didn't want him locked up in my stupid ways but I didn't want him to leave, I knew I had to take him right then and there. 

In seconds he was pinned up against the wall. My lips against roughly making me moan loudly. 

"Fuck me Niall, fuck me but don't leave me. Need me but don't hurt me. Love me but still care about me, Niall." And then there it was on the table before I could even think about it. 

"Why?" 

"Because I love you." 

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BAM WHOOP THERE IT IS. THERE IT IS! HE SAID IT! HE WASN'T GOING TO BUT THERE IT IS. 

*DRUM ROLL*

  

IT'S AN MPREG BUT NO HE'S NOT PREGNANT NOW!