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Just a Baby- Zainourry (Baby Zayn)

Hi my name is Liam and I'm currently 7 months pregnant. I'm 16 years old and am homeless because my parents kicked me out when they found out I was gay. Two months after this happened, I was raped by a man who was drunk. I only make sure that I'm healthy so that my baby won't become ill or pass away, hopefully one day I'll be able to give my baby a proper house, a proper education and a proper life.

Currently I am hiding behind a bush because it seems to be the only safe spot left, I don't want my baby getting hurt. The sun was beaming down on me, making it uncomfortable but I had learnt not to complain. People would walk past and not even notice me, I used to sit at the entrance but got moved on by the Police.

When I sat there, people would give me money or food and drink. One woman even gave me a small blue onesie for my baby which I kept tucked away in my little bag of possessions. I didn't have much for my baby, who was due in the next couple of months. All I had was a onesie, two nappies and hopefully my breast milk will be enough to keep them healthy.

"Mummy why is that man sitting in a bush?" A voice asked

"I don't know, come on we don't need to communicate with those sorts of people" a high pitched voice said making me whimper

You'd think that sort of thing would hurt me, but no I'm kind of used to it now. A sharp kick brought me back into reality, I moved my hands down to my smallish belly and rubbed it to soothe down the baby who was wriggling inside of me.

I sighed as I noticed everyone starting leave as the park closed at 6pm but I stayed, hidden as I laid down curling up to keep myself warm. My baby continuing to throw harsh kicks to my stomach making me whimper.

4 HOURS LATER
"Baby please stop kicking, you're hurting mummy" I whimpered,vbut the little baby in my stomach continued to kick harshly

It was now 10 at night and everything was silent in the park. My stomach was hurting loads from all the kicking but it all stopped very suddenly. Soon water gushed out of me and I blushed thinking I'd peed myself but that thought soon disappeared when the pain in my stomach started up again.

I was in labour.

Panic started racing through me because I was no where near a hospital. Plus the baby wasn't die for another three months, pulling my dirty trousers I reached down and stared crying at the feeling of my babies head.

Seeing it safe to start pushing, I did. Grunting as I pushed as hard as I could to get my little baby out and into the troubled and unsafe world. I cried out as I felt the baby fall out onto the dirty ground, quickly picking the quietly whimpering baby up so that I could cradle him to my chest.

"Hi baby Zayn, I'm so sorry" I whispered as I attached a nappy to his small body, and picking him back up when he cried

"I have nothing to cut the cord bubba, you'll just have to stay like this for a while" I whispered allowing him to latch onto my chest for some milk

"Is someone out there, I hard screaming" an Irish voice said, making a debate start in my head, shout help and get somewhere safe or stay quiet

"I'm over here, I need help" I whimpered, holding my baby and bag close to me in case I needed to run

"Hey buddy, I'm Niall are you ok?" The voice asked gently making me look up

"I need scissors, my baby is still attached" was all I replied still not moving

"Ok I have something we can use, one second, can I come in and help?" Niall asked as he moved towards me and my little son

"Yea sure, just don't hurt us please" I said quietly