Before You Leave Me Today ~Finished~ (Hazza)
Need Him Now
~Aubreys View~
Three weeks have gone by and I have still not told Niall. I have been feeling better about being a mother. I am frightened, but I know I am strong enough and can handle it. He texts me all the time but I have been very short with him. I reply with a simple “I’m good” or “miss you too” but honestly I miss him like crazy, I keep going back to the night when I sang to him and that first kiss. I honestly just want to get on a plane to London and see him in person. Peyton has been trying to find out a way for her parents to let her go see Harry but so far that hasn’t worked out that well. The boys bought a flat in London and were recording, perfect time for us to visit.
I’m at my grandparents beautiful beach house in the Hamptons for the 4th of July. Its huge, the beach is right there when I open my bedroom window. These long walks on the beach have really helped me clear my mind. I still am wearing a bikini, my bump hasn’t really developed. It feels so awkward because boys check me out at the beach and they don’t even realize. The only boy I want in my life is Niall, but I’m terrified. It scares me so much to think that he possibly could not be the father; it scares me even more if he is the father because he might not want any part of the baby’s life. I have had such a good father in my life and to think that my baby might not have the same makes me sad. I don’t want to be one of those mothers that have to explain to her child why there dad left and didn’t want them, that’s not fair.
Beach House ~ http://weheartit.com/entry/33562523/via/Nico1eex3
I don’t want to find out if the baby is a boy or girl until the day he or she is born. I’ve decided to have the baby’s room green and yellow. I haven’t even began thinking about names, there are so many I have no idea how I will ever pick. I have 8 months to think about it, which was great. The baby is due in in February, somewhere around Valentine’s Day. Maybe by then I will have my life figured out. My phone suddenly started to buzz and I saw who the incoming call was from….Niall.
~Peytons View~
“NO, NO, GET OFF OF ME!” I was screaming, I never have yelled so much in my life. He was on top of me. He forced are lips together, he smelt like beer and it made me want to throw up. I was trying so hard to push him off of me but he was too strong. He ripped my dress off, no this cannot happen to me was all I kept saying. I was still a virgin, I did not want to lose it by getting raped, and I wanted to save it for Harry.
“If you scream one more time I will really hurt you!” He shouted at me. Tears began to fall from my eyes; he took his clothes off, right when he slipped off my underwear the door opened. In came the cops, I pushed this insane man of off me. “Help me! Help me!” I kept screaming over and over. I was on the floor begging for help with tears streaming down my face. A women cop came over and helped me get dressed. She told me she had to take me to the hospital to make sure I was alright. Alyce came to me, she was crying because she couldn’t believe what could of happened if the cops didn’t show up. Turns out this club gets busted all the time. All I knew was I had to get the hell out of this state, I needed to go to London even if my parents didn’t approve. I need my boyfriend and I needed him now.
Three weeks have gone by and I have still not told Niall. I have been feeling better about being a mother. I am frightened, but I know I am strong enough and can handle it. He texts me all the time but I have been very short with him. I reply with a simple “I’m good” or “miss you too” but honestly I miss him like crazy, I keep going back to the night when I sang to him and that first kiss. I honestly just want to get on a plane to London and see him in person. Peyton has been trying to find out a way for her parents to let her go see Harry but so far that hasn’t worked out that well. The boys bought a flat in London and were recording, perfect time for us to visit.
I’m at my grandparents beautiful beach house in the Hamptons for the 4th of July. Its huge, the beach is right there when I open my bedroom window. These long walks on the beach have really helped me clear my mind. I still am wearing a bikini, my bump hasn’t really developed. It feels so awkward because boys check me out at the beach and they don’t even realize. The only boy I want in my life is Niall, but I’m terrified. It scares me so much to think that he possibly could not be the father; it scares me even more if he is the father because he might not want any part of the baby’s life. I have had such a good father in my life and to think that my baby might not have the same makes me sad. I don’t want to be one of those mothers that have to explain to her child why there dad left and didn’t want them, that’s not fair.
Beach House ~ http://weheartit.com/entry/33562523/via/Nico1eex3
Aubreys Outfit http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=54597436
I don’t want to find out if the baby is a boy or girl until the day he or she is born. I’ve decided to have the baby’s room green and yellow. I haven’t even began thinking about names, there are so many I have no idea how I will ever pick. I have 8 months to think about it, which was great. The baby is due in in February, somewhere around Valentine’s Day. Maybe by then I will have my life figured out. My phone suddenly started to buzz and I saw who the incoming call was from….Niall.
~Peytons View~
“NO, NO, GET OFF OF ME!” I was screaming, I never have yelled so much in my life. He was on top of me. He forced are lips together, he smelt like beer and it made me want to throw up. I was trying so hard to push him off of me but he was too strong. He ripped my dress off, no this cannot happen to me was all I kept saying. I was still a virgin, I did not want to lose it by getting raped, and I wanted to save it for Harry.
“If you scream one more time I will really hurt you!” He shouted at me. Tears began to fall from my eyes; he took his clothes off, right when he slipped off my underwear the door opened. In came the cops, I pushed this insane man of off me. “Help me! Help me!” I kept screaming over and over. I was on the floor begging for help with tears streaming down my face. A women cop came over and helped me get dressed. She told me she had to take me to the hospital to make sure I was alright. Alyce came to me, she was crying because she couldn’t believe what could of happened if the cops didn’t show up. Turns out this club gets busted all the time. All I knew was I had to get the hell out of this state, I needed to go to London even if my parents didn’t approve. I need my boyfriend and I needed him now.
