Losing It {Larry & Niam} *MPREG* *ON HOLD*

Chapter Two

*Niall's POV*

I stared at my reflection as I stood in front of the full-body mirror in my bedroom. I was only wearing boxers, seeing as I just got out of the shower. I placed my hand on my stomach, tears immediately filling my eyes.

"You're a freak." I whispered to my reflection.

I moved my gaze to the reflection of my stomach.

"You're a mistake." I whispered.

I turned around and stared at Liam as he slept on the bed.

"You're a screw-up." I whispered to him.

I watched as his face scrunched up as he slept, but he stayed asleep. I scoffed and went to my dresser, pulling out jeans and a t-shirt. I got dressed quietly and went downstairs and into the kitchen. As I entered, my phone buzzed on the counter, where I had left it the night before. I sighed and checked my phone, seeing I had gotten a text. I opened it and read it.

'You're so stupid. Maybe if you weren't gay in the first place, this never would have happened.'

"Oh, you think I don't know that?" I said out loud.

The message was from my friend, Josh. I had texted him at about 3:00 a.m. telling him about the pregnancy, so I'm guessing he just read it.

'I don't know what to do.' I texted back.

'Get rid of it!'

I smiled at that.

Of course. I could just get rid of it, then I won't have to deal with it.

As I thought that, my phone was snatched from my hands. I looked up to see Liam.

"Why are you smiling at this?" He asked, pointing to Josh's message.

I stayed silent. I haven't spoken a word to him since I found out I was pregnant.

"You are not getting rid of that child." He continued. "Abortion is a sin."

So is being gay. I thought.

"Niall, say something." Liam ordered.

So I did.

"What do you want me to say?! That I'm excited to be a freak?! That I'm over-joyed to have this thing growing inside of me, that I can't do anything about it?! Liam, I don't want this. I hate it. Last night, I was so close to just stabbing myself in the stomach!" I was in tears by now.

After a few minutes of silence, Liam asked, "Do you love me?"

I looked him in the eyes, trying to see what he's getting at.

"Why?" I asked.

"Do you love me? It's a simple question." He answered.

I hesitated, before answering.

"Yes."

"Then stop acting like you don't. I heard you this morning." He said.

I swallowed thickly.

He continued on. "You said such hurtful things. About me, about the baby, and about yourself. You're not a freak. You're beautiful, and I love you."

We were both silent for a while. I felt guilty. I knew he wasn't a screw-up. I just said that because I was angry and scared.

Suddenly, Liam lifted up my shirt. I froze, knowing what he would see.

"You hurt yourself." He said simply.

I nodded, letting a few tears fall. He was right, I had hurt myself. Last night, I took a knife and pushed it into my stomach, but only slightly. I had stopped... because I was a coward.

"Do you really not want our baby?" He asked quietly.

I felt so horrible. What kind of person doesn't want their own child? Plus, I never really thought about it until now, but it was his baby too. Not just mine.

"I'm just scared, Liam. I honestly do love you and..." I looked down at my stomach.

My stomach was still flat, with a small red mark on it.

"I can't make you want it. It's your choice." Liam said, sounding defeated.

I knew he gave up... and so did I.

"I'll keep it." I whispered.

He looked at me in shock.

"Really?"

I nodded, wiping the tears from my eyes.

"I'm sorry, I was just scared. I saw what happened to another guy that got pregnant. I looked it up last night, seeing if there was anyone else like me." I took a breath before continuing. "This guy... he was about four months in. It was all over the news. He was walking home from a doctor's appointment and... three others grabbed him and dragged him into an alley. Two held him down while the other... he took out a knife and stabbed him right in the stomach. They ran and left him to bleed to death. He was found the next day by none other than his fiancé." I wiped my eyes again, feeling more tears threatening to spill.

"I won't let anything happen to you or the baby. Ever." Liam said, holding both of my hands.

"Promise?" I asked in a small voice.

"Promise."

★★★★★

Oh, I feel so bad now! ;-;

That story about the guy that was stabbed, I cried when I wrote that part.

But yeah, psychotic Niall is always fun.

But hey! No abortion!

Sorry if this sucked, next one will be better... maybe... probably not...

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