Pregnancy Series ➝ L.P

• Physically Preparing For Photoshoot

Chapter 15~

I groaned to myself aggressively tapping the back button on my mac with my pinky, as all my other fingers were occupied with the remains of salt from a now empty bag of chips.

I opened up another tab them stopped for a minute. Did i really want to do this?

Yes, yes i do. It's been killing me inside to do it.

I was supposed to be trying out the stretch mark lotion on my belly that the photographer recommended. He said it will help to rid them and make my belly look appealing for the photo shoot. I typed into the search bar as quickly as possible the address for Twitter. I silently thanked Liam for not signing out of his account while he was on last night. He thinks i'm taking a nap right now and i feel a little guilty but technically i didn't lie to him, i just woke up earlier than expected.

Taking a deep breath i typed my name into the search bar and pressed enter.

I gasped at the results.

@TropicalZiam: Really though i don't know what the fuck Liam was thinking MARRYING and IMPREGNATING Miranda at 23. He's so stupid, he'll regret it.

@Tommoshitx: Tbh though, Miranda is ugly compared to all the other girls Liam has dated. So idk why he'd settle for this one.

@LiloBacon: MIRANDA LOOKS LIKE A WHALE WHEN SHES PREGNANT. #sorrynotsorry

@FuxwidNarry: People are being so mean about Miranda even after she said nice things about us. Too bad what were saying is true..

@SweaterLou: DID ANYONE ELSE SEE MIRANDA'S ARMS ALL FLABBY IN THE INTERVIEW LAST WEEK? OMG ITS BIGGER THAN MINE I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD.

@MalikSatan: The thing is Miranda doesn't look pregnant, she just looks fat.. Oops.

@DeniseBelieve: I'm not even a Directioner but, it's true Liam's gf Miranda is kinda too fat to be prego.

By the time i read the last one I was already choking on tears. I've never cried out loud. I've never cried so hard that I whine. Not even when i told Liam i was pregnant.

My vision was completely blurred and the tears were like rain. The pain sinking through my chest was unbearable, my ribs rattled as i took in sharp breaths of air, my nose inflated by the second and i began sniffling uncontrollably.

It hurts so much, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt. I don't like this feeling. I want it to stop. I want to run downstairs and hug Liam and tell him everything. I want him to hug me back and kiss my temple and tell me otherwise than all those other girls said but i don't think it can happen. Girls that don't even like One Direction, or Liam agreed.

They said i was fat.

The words flashed over and over in my head and my cries became louder. I rubbed my belly as i cried. Pulling up my shirt starring at the stretch marks formed there. I had stretch marks on my thighs too. Pure proof i was exactly what they called me.

I snatched the bottle from the nightstand next to me and screwed off the cap.

Blotting a large portion of it into my hand i didn't even care how much i used. I rubbed it all over my belly and smeared it in. It wasn't settling in but instead it stayed white and just spread,. I yanked off my leggings and kicked them off rubbing all the lotion against my thighs and down my legs. My vision was blurred again and all i did was cry out. It felt like i was crying out blood. It hurt so much in my heart i don't know if i could contain myself.

"Go away, go away!" I yelped. I tried to shout it but my voice cracked.

"Get off me!"

"Can't you just get off me, you make me ugly!"