Together (Sick and Hurt Liam ALTERNATE ENDING MPREG) (Discontinued)

Fear Is Our Greatest Enemy

Liam's POV

It is now June 5th and I have just hit my four month mark and we are back on tour again, our first two shows in the UK before we head to the other countries we will be visiting in Europe.  Dr. Caine has agreed to me going on tour but he made some major adjustments, like the tour bus. He made it clear that I would not be able to sleep in the normal bunks we typically sleep in while on tour, saying it will be bad for my back and that in a month or two I won't even be able to fit comfortable, so Simon and Paul made sure that we got a new bus, this one with three bunks and a queen size bed that I will be able to sleep in comfortably with one of the boys at my side.

Ever sense the big reveal of my pregnancy management has been pestering me about more interviews and photo shoots, wanting to make as much money off my situation as possible. I keep refusing them not wanting my pregnancy to be some kind of cash in for management. I am also insecure still talking about it and showing my belly so the fact that the entire world seems to want to follow my pregnancy and know every detail of what is happening is nerve racking for me.

Tensions are high in the dressing room, not one of us really utter a word to each other. Zayn has been snapping at everybody sense we first left London, causing a full blown fight to erupt between Louis and him when Louis had enough of his bad mood. Ever sense nobody has really said anything in fear of another fight being sparked. All the boys are on their phones texting or going through Twiiter, I am not for Zayn still has refused to give my cell phone back. I sit bored on the couch looking over Niall's shoulder as he goes through Twitter, curious to see what is being said. Niall doesn't seem to mind he even wraps an arm around me letting me snuggle in close so that I can get a better view and be more comfortable.

Most of the tweets seem to be pretty nice, there are a few nasty ones but I don't get to read them for Niall quickly scrolls past them.

Zayn's voice suddenly interrupts the peaceful silence, "Would you stop looking at Niall's damn Twitter? You don't need to see what is on it. Niall, put your damn phone away or move before I take it!" Zayn snaps making me pull away from Niall wide eyed and tears burning my eyes as my hormonal body takes over.

"Liam's fine, or at least he was until you open your mouth! What the hell is your problem Zayn? You've been like this all god damn day!" Louis snaps at Zayn glaring at him clearly pissed off.

"Are you seriously crying, Liam?! Oh my God, I just asked you to stop looking at Niall's phone, it's not that big of a deal, quit being such a cry baby!" Zayn snaps at me ignoring Louis as he glares at me, making more tears run down my cheeks, as my hormones go wild.

"He can't help it! Leave him alone," Harry suddenly speaks up glaring at Zayn as well.

"Seriously?! Is this how it's going to be for the rest of the tour? You three only talk about or seem to care about is his stupid pregnancy! Which in my opinion shouldn't even exist! Liam should have had those babies aborted when he first got the chance! They were made from rape, not love! Keeping them is like giving a gift to Liam's rapist!" Zayn yells making more tears run down my cheeks and anger build up in me.

"I don't care how these babies were conceived! They are my babies and I love them! I'm not going to let something horrible that happened to me also destroy their lives as well! I can raise them and take care of them, I can give them a good life and that is just what I'm going to do! The fact that I am pregnant lets me know something good did come out of what happened to me! Plus having an abortion is impossible for me, Dr. Caine already made that clear to me, or even if an abortion was to be attempted it would put my own life at risk and if I even did use that option I would never be able to live with myself, knowing I took three babies chance of life away! Their my babies and I can decide what happens to them! Also stop trying to protect me from whatever you're trying to protect me from, for it's already pretty damn clear that you don't give a damn about my babies!" I yell at him tears now running quickly down my cheeks. I get up from where I am sitting on the couch beside Niall and head out the dressing room door tears running quickly down my cheeks as I walk down the busy halls of the back stage area making my way to the back of the building where I know I can properly cry in private and hopefully get my emotions under control.