My Abusive Boyfriend (Narry Mpreg) *editing*
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  • Parts 23
  • Time 1h 20m
Complete, First published Feb 08, 2014
Mature
"Harry I'm pregnant." Niall whispered as he  fumbled with his long sleeve. 

"Pregnant?! Guys can't get pregnant it's disgusting! You're just a freak of nature that's all you are." Harry said lazily from the couch laughing as he broke poor Niall's heart again and again.

Niall felt the hot tears stream down his cheeks it was true, all of it. He was disgusting, he was a freak of nature, he was ugly, fat, and so many more things. 

He deserved all the punches Harry gave him and all the rape. But Niall still had a heart. He was still human and he could only take so much pain. He felt weak, his heart was beating so loud he could hear it. 

Harry, his Hazza, didn't want his baby, no,  he rejected Niall and his little blob.

I wrote this a long time ago, and some aspects may not be great. Constructive criticism will be appreciated, just private message me☺️
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I looked down at my stomach. A small bump was beginning to form, only if he knew. "Please don't go." I pleaded "I've wanted to do this forever, don't you want me to be happy?" He said grabbing his packed bag I sat on the bed we share in my apartment. Well the bed we did share, until he left. "Please, Niall. I love you." I begged "I love you too, but we're still so young and I know I'll make it far." I shook my head wishing I could wake up and see that this was all a dream, a nightmare at that "Niall I..." I trailed off, I was proud of Niall, I supported this, I supported it until I found out I was carrying our kid. 16 and pregnant, he'd leave me anyways, what would be the point in telling him? "Have some faith in me." He dropped his bag by the bedroom door and walked over to me, giving me the slightest bit of hope, he grabbed my face and kissed me "Bye, I hope I'll see you again." and he returned to his bag...leaving me.