Chapter Text
Liam James Payne looked down to his arm where yet another angry bruise was forming. He quirked his eyebrow, thinking of all the day’s activities. The only place where a bruise of this magnitude could form was at the gym when he and fellow bandmate, Harry, had boxed each other. His lips turned up in a small smile. Yes that’s what it was.
But deep down Liam knew that really wasn’t the reason.
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Niall James Horan pitifully picked at the fried ends of his shorts, the day's events swimming through his troubled mind. The day had been going fine. He got up when his alarm clock rang, his mum handed him a sack lunch as he walked out the door to his car but as soon as Niall had set foot into his first block class and there was no Ms. Love he knew his good day was shot. Jonathan, his bully, took full advantage of the absence of their teacher. By the time Niall walked into his second block class he was sporting the beginnings of a new bruise on his arm. And by the time he walked into his house after school he knew there was no way of hiding this from his mum.
So he was taking the easy way out, he was hiding in his room. In the dark, playing with the fabric of his shorts.
Niall sighed, looking out into the Irish night. Wishing that he could somehow get out of having to attend school to graduate from sixth form.
But deep down he knew he was royally screwed.
Maybe.
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Proper Warnings include:
Abuse both verbal and physical.
Self hate with suicidal thoughts and actions.
Both smut & swearing.
And finally mpreg will be implied and mentioned. (No one gets pregnant until the epilogue)
This fanfic is and will be an angst fanfic with a happy ending.
PLEASE NOTE; if you are easily triggered please do not read this. Remember you are not alone in this world. I promise you someone cares about you and loves you. If you are looking for a reason not to commit or cut let this be it. Suicide is a permeant solution to a temporary problem. I promise you it will get better, xx.