People throw rocks at beautiful things

Cameron's POV
1 month later (5 months into pregnancy,4 months left)

its been one whole hole month and Niall is still mopeing on the couch.
we let him stay here because he has been a heavy drinker and suicidal after Clarissa broke up with him.
nialler, I thought you were sweet and careing, why would you hurt Clarissa like that?
I thought but didn't say. "Hey babe I'm going to take Niall to Liam's, he said he'll take him so we can relax"
Harry said "NOO I don't wanna leave cammie is sweet and gives me tea in the morning when I wake up" Niall whines from the living room "nialler i know don't wanna leave but I need some alone time with the baby's" I speak softly to him "ok" Niall replies and hugs me, kisses my tummy and starts to pack up "how the hell did you do that?!" Harry asked "what?"I ask "Get him to get ready so easily!" He whisper yelled while chuckleing "he is fragile, imagine Harry when our little girl grows up she is going to be very fragile because of hormones and if we aren't careful she will hate us, so when some one is sad you speak softly and quietly so they won't break down, simple as that-" I was cut off by hearing someone screech in pain so we rush to the guest room and it locked "Niall, open up please" I ask and Niall doesn't reply Harry unlocks the door somehow. I gasp at the site.. Niall, on the floor, razor in hand, wrists cut, passed out.. "Call 911 now!" I tell Harry and he runs to grab the phone. "Niall, I know you can't hear me but why, why do you hurt this much? It been a month, she has moved on with Declan.." I say.
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liam called from the hospital saying Niall was ok.
now it's relax time I walk in to the bedroom to see candles lit, so I lay on the bed and lift my shirt over my tummy and rub it. I hear an acoustic guitar start "your just small bump un born in four months your brought to life" Harry starts "might be left with my hair but you'll have your mothers eyes "I'll hold your body in my hands be as gentle as I can, but for now your a scan on my unmade plans, a small bump and in four months you'll open your eyes" Harry kept singing and I closed my eyes
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it went completely dark after Harry's singing
i hear screaming like someone's being hurt I open my eyes to see Harry in the seat across from me, he was strapped down and so was I "what's going on?" I ask Harry "shhh" some mans voice said "only talk when I say you can, or this will be the last of your little baby's" the man said "now here is a question for Harry" the man said "do you want to be brutally hurt or your baby's and your fiancé" the man asks Harry "please don't hurt them just hurt me just don't touch them!" Harry pleads "ok so..Surgical blade or finger cutter which first?... Surgical blade" the man says and he starts to trace Harry's butterfly tattoo with the blade, I look away it's too gory "stop!" I yell the man turns around walks over and-
"AHHH!" I yell beads of sweat racing down my forehead I look over on the bed to see Harry wide eyed "what's wrong?" He asks "night terrors" I reply

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