Nobody Compares To You

Mistakes and Making Up

Hazel's POV

"Princess? We're here." I heard a voice say and I groaned, snuggling deeper into the body I was on.

We were in Ireland to visit and for them to 'meet' the twins.

"Carry me? And why princess?" I asked with a pout, looking up at him.

He placed a kiss on my forehead as he carried me on his back. I squealed, clapping happily.

"Princess is more special. It has meaning and it's for someone you love. And I love you." He said shyly as his cheeks tinged a redish colour.

"Yay! Thanks babe." I said, kissing his cheek as he carried me.

"I feel like a ride! Woo!" Niall said and I giggled.

"Look! There she is! Hey Mum!" He yelled, waving and I yelped, almost falling back.  He immediately cupped my thighs and held me tight.

"Ohmigosh I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" He gushed. I smiled softly.

"It's fine, really. Now lets go say hi!" I said as he ran over to Maura, me on his back.

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"Hey guys!" Niall said to his dad, Denise, and Greg. They all said hi happily.

"Hi." I said, waving at them.

They all said hi, but they were glancing at my belly.

"Babe, I'm gonna unpack." I said softly, heading upstairs. I waved bye to the and I caught Niall glaring at them.

I dropped my bags on the floor, and then I crawled on the bed and curled into a ball and buried my head in a pillow and cried.

Does everyone think of me as a slut now?

I sobbed, hugging the pillow tighter.

"Princess?" I heard a voice ask as I tried to contain my sobs. He soon was by my side, sitting me up and wrapping me in his arms.

"Shh... Princess, don't cry. Please. It hurts me and I feel like crying too." He said and I sighed, but the tears kept slipping out of my eyes.

He used his thumb and wiped them away, kissing my forehead.

"Why do they think I'm a whore? Why does everyone think that?" I asked softy, sniffling.

"Don't say that Princess. Your not a whore, a slut, or a skank. Your perfect. I think your beautiful, adorable, and quite funny. You always crinkle your nose when you laugh and I love how whenever I compliment you, you blush or kiss me. I absolutely adore how insecure you are because I can tell you your beautiful and mean it. Princess, your my everything. Your perfect and I need you to know that." He told me and I blushed, kissing his nose.

"See? I love that." He said, hugging me tighter.

I laughed, embracing him as well. "Don't cry Princess. It's gonna get better." He said softly, kissing my forehead.

I smiled. "I'm going out with Greg and Denise and some other friends to a pub. You wanna come?" I shook my head, rubbing my belly.

"No drinking for my babies." I said softly. He smiled, kissing my forehead and leaving.

It was like that every single night. He would come home drunk.

It was the week before we were supposed to leave when I heard him come home and I heard noise coming from the living room.

"Niall? Are you I here?" I asked softly. He turned around, a bottle of water in his hands, his eyes bloodshot.

"Hey princess." He slurred and I flinched.