Punch.

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Harry's Pov

It's been two weeks of complete hell. I am officially in the third trimester and Niall has been having to work out more often for his big fight before he takes a couple months break. Our son has decided that he wants to do back flips in my stomach while I sleep, which basically means no sleep at all.

From Niall👑: staying an extra hour tonight for training. You making dinner or did you want me to pick something up?

To Niall👑: pick up some pizza? I've been craving some all day tbh.

From Niall👑: ok. Love youuuuu.

To Niall👑: love you toooooo.

I sighed and stood up, walking to the kitchen and texting Louis to come over considering I would be home alone for two more hours if he wasn't here. I scrolled through twitter and then moved on to Instagram and looked over the post that the tv show that we announced my pregnancy on had posted. It didn't take long and I was scrolling through comments and seeing that everyone was giving me hate.

@onedirectionnn said: wow. I shipped Larry but now seeing that they're both knocked up we can see that they're both just sluts after all.

@niallzdickkkkk said: who else thinks that Harry is a whore?

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I closed out of Instagram when I heard the doorbell and I let in Louis. He came in and walked to the kitchen and sat on the counter while I poured myself some tea.
"You ok babe? You look a little out of it." Louis joked using the nickname. I rolled my eyes but shrugged.
"Don't know. Everyone is calling me a whore and a slut." I said slowly. Louis sighed and jumped off the counter.
"Don't listen to them." Louis said rubbing up and down my back.

"It's just, Niall's been training for the past two weeks and I keep seeing all of those hurtful comments and it just sucks because I'm all alone Lou." I said slowly starting to cry. Louis quickly wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly.

"I know H. I know." Louis said.
"I miss him. He leaves while I'm sleeping and doesn't get home until late. We haven't been spending enough time together. I miss him so much." I said letting my tears get Louis's shirt wet.
"I know Harry. I know." He soothed. But his hug wasn't like Niall's.

"Louis I'm going to count to five and I want you to get off of him." It was Niall. Before he could start counting I ran over to him and wrapped myself around him. He held me up and I wrapped my arms and legs around him.
"I'll leave." Louis said quickly. I started to cry and Niall's grip on my thighs tightened.
"I love you so much. Never forget that." Niall said kissing me.

"I hate social media." I mumbled tucking my head into his neck.
"Tell me what's wrong. I promise that I won't be gone more." Niall said sliding a hand up the back of my shirt and rubbing my back. I let out a sob at the mere mention of him being gone and he was quick to attach his lips to mine.
"Everyone is calling me a whore and a slut." I said crying softly into his shoulder. Niall shook his head and grabbed his phone.

"I'm going to change that." Niall said walking us to the couch and sitting down. He grabbed his laptop and pulled up the live stream he uses. He tweeted that he'd be going live and I snuggled into him. He scrolled through his phone and made an album of pictures. I wiped my eyes and stayed with my head tucked into his shoulder while he went live.

"It's come to my attention that people don't understand what they're saying to someone. This man right here is the love of my life. He's been by my side and supported my every decision while I've been training from 5-9 everyday this week. And for those of you confused, that's 5 am to 9 pm. Harry has put his career on hold so that we can start our family. He doesn't deserve the hate that his "fans" are giving him." Niall said pausing and looking down at his phone.

"This is a picture of young Harry. He's happy and carefree. He's struggled in his whole life to be accepted by his mother and step father. His dad, his only support system besides his sister and friends, as well as myself, has tried so hard to make Harry happy. And once Harry and I are finally happy with each other, in the happiest time of our lives, people have to go and bash him. They're calling him a slut, a whore, hell they've even tried to pull the gold digger card. Harry makes more than enough money to support himself and for people to say other wise is stupid." 

"This man right here, who is holding onto me for dear life because he doesn't want to be made fun of for being hurt about this, because he doesn't want to show his "fans" that he's hurt by the comments. Harry is a human being, and wether you can accept that or not it doesn't matter. We need to stop slut shaming people, and body shaming people, because lets be real, the idiots aren't the ones being hated on, it's the ones that are doing all of the hating." Niall finished ending the live stream and closing his laptop.

I placed my legs on either side of his hips and placed my lips against his.
"Thank you." I said earning a hum from Niall.
"Thank you, for being so strong while I've been training. I know you've been uncomfortable and annoyed with the baby always moving, but thank you Harry. For everything." Niall said resting his hands on my back.
"Thank you Niall, for always being there."