I'm pregnant to One Direction

Why?

My story started when i was just 16 years old. I didn't have friends, i was an outsidder, my parents didn't understand me or why i was the way i am. A few day's after my sixteenth birthday i was asked to 'hang' by one of my mates, so i thought. We agreed to meet at the local park. We stood at the swings and waved at my mum as she drove off, we mucked around for a bit swung on the swings and hanging off the monkey bar's. It was about 3:30 when i said good bye, and we went our seperate ways. I walked towards the bathroom as i needed to pee. I walked through the door and turned around to lock it, upon doing this i noticed a very large shadow standing at the door, i started to get scared but calmed down a bit when i realised it was just my mate, i started to laugh thinking he was there to scare me, up until he walked through the door and without turning around to the door he locked it. My heart was racing, what was happening should i scream, should i run. I tried both but i was frozen. I closed my eyes and entered my mind, i didn't want to be here, i didn't want this to happen. When i opened my eyes again he was done, i was sore, he smiled, mixed emotions filled my body, i sat up and relised there was blood, my blood, he raped me. I curled myself up into a ball and yelled at him to get out, he laughed at me as if i was being foolish as if this was what i had wanted. Once he had left i let my tear's go, i was discusted in myself, i was dirty, i was worthless. I sat there for a bit until i had stopped crying. I cleaned up the blood and fixed myself up. I walked out of the bathroom and headed for... well god know's where. I thought if i didn't bring it up my parents wouldn't call me a lying slut, so i left it. He had done it, there was nothing i could do to change it. A few weeks later i started feeling sick, i told my best friend at the time what had happened, she laughed and told me it wasn't funny and i shouldn't joke about these things. I went home that night and cried, i couldn't stand it any more, so i ran.... down to the corner store to buy a pregnancy test. I got home and headed straight for the bathroom, the stick hidden under my jumper. I took the test and sat waiting for the results. Then it happened ..... one bar, thank god i was safe, but maybe i should just take one last look, sure enough a second bar slowly appeared. I told my parent's, they called me a slut and told me the child would be a whore just likes it's mother. I sat in my room that night and just spoke to the little child growing in my belly.

"Baby won't you believe me, i'm sorry your daddy bout you here through rape. I'll love you anyway, your all i have now, we'll start fresh, you protect you from people like your daddy. Love you my little Angel".

I was 5 months pregnant and i decided i wanted to know if i was having a boy or a girl. I smiled when the nurse told me the the little angel in me was a she. I went home and although me and my parents pretty much never spoke any more i told them about my news. They didn't care about me or the baby but i didn't care i was happy and my baby was healthy. I had just hit 7 months when my parents kicked me out. I had no where to go accept ... his. He let me stay but told me he wanted nothing to do with the child. I respected that. I didnt want him to have anything to do with her anyway.

I was now 8 and a half month's pregnant and being rushed into hospital. I was in Labour, i was finally going to meet my little girl. I managed to get her father to come with me as much as i hated it, but i couldn't do this alone. I still hadn't decided on a name but i knew once i saw her i'd know. 5 painful hours later i gave birth to her. She was beautiful, tan skin, blonde curls and gorgeous sky blue eyes. She smiled when i kissed her little hand. I thought things were getting better for me, for us. Eventually my doctor told me i had to have a sleep. My child's father told me he's sit in the room and watch her while i slept. I thought maybe he changed, maybe he could help. I agreed and fell asleep. A few hours later i woke. The room was empty, i turned and looked at the crib my little girl was asleep in, i stood out of bed and walked towards her. My stomach dropped, my heart stopped, my screams echoed through the hospital, both nurses and doctors ran into my room to find out what the screaming was about. I was escorted out of my room and into another. I stood watching as police officers were called into my room, security filed through the hospital. That monster, how could he, that was my daughter, his daughter. I'll spare you all the details and just let you know what had happened. Whilst i was asleep the father of my little girl had chocked her to death, the little girl i carried in me for almost nine months was gone. At that exact time i had decided on her name. Nevaeh (heaven spelt backwards), she was my little part of heaven and she was gone just like that. I held a funeral for her a week latter, a total of two people showed up, me and the pastor. I didn't mind, she was the little gift i had that i didn't have to share.

After being released out of hospital i walked back to his house, i was in for the kill. I walked through the house, it was silent but it smelt, like a rat had died and its flesh was washed in acid, i walked through to his bedroom and their i found him, hanging from his roof, dead. I gathered my things and dialed triple zero before leaving.

Once again i was homeless, grieving for my loss and broke, no food, no clean clothes, nothing.

I stared my life out as a prostitute, i was young, pretty and every man i met wanted a piece of me, so i let them, $150 an hour, in one night i had managed to make $1200 by one man, who i met every thursday night for 18 months. By the end of the week i had made over $4000, $4000 a week for 18 months means i had earnt well over $288,000. I got addicted to drugs and alcohol, i self harmed every night, attempted suicide a few times but never made it past the light. I decided to stop after the 18 months, i decided i could be a better person, i could change. I never stopped self harmings, if anything it got worse. I bough myself an apartment, got a well enough paid job, and although i still didn't have any friends i didnt care, well thats until i met a guy at a party who then invited me back to his and i met his four best mates. Nothing sexual happened that night, we just drank, danced and watch to see who could drink the most.

This is the story of how i became good friends with one direction and how i ended up pregnant to one of them with their children.

- Sorry i know its not that good yet but i promise it will get better

- A few of the events at the start are true: the girl being raped, falling pregnant, losing the child due to the father and the self harming and suicide attempts (the father of the child didnt actually strangle the child, he kicked the mother in the stomach causing her to lose the child0

- I will upload the next chapter soon :*

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