******** 2 months later ******
I awoke and began to get ready. Today was the ultrasound because I am now 6 months. Minduim been moving a tiny bit more, but, not as frequent as we would like. But I know shes strong, so I try not to worry. I got up and got my outfit (link
). Did I mention that today is December 20th? Yea, 5 days before Christmas, and 4 until Lou’s birthday. Also, last mês at a press conference, Niall announced my pregnancy so I get hate. LOTS of it. But Niall, and everyone else is there to try and help, but sometimes I just sit and cry while im alone. But, I try and stay strong for Peanut. I pulled my hair into a messy bun and pulled on my ervilha casaco and boots. I came into the living area and saw Niall dressed and ready. I stood por the doorframe admiring him. He was wearing jeans and a crème colored sweater. He was perfect. In so many ways.. To this dia I still wonder why he chose me of all the people in the world. But, I amor him and he loves me. I came and sat down seguinte to him, burying my face into his chest. He chuckled. “ Im ready if you are” I smiled and kissed him.
As we drove to the doctors I tweeted “ Going to check up on amendoim with @NiallOfficial J”. After that, I looked through my feed and saw the usual.
“@Jezzy_Last Stupid whore.” “@Jezzy_Last Fat bunda slut” The list went on and on… I felt tears springing to my eyes and looked towards the window to try and make sure Niall wouldn’t see. We arrived at the doctors and checked in. While waiting, I saw a tweet that caught my eyes. “@Jezzy_Last I hope your baby dies fat bunda slut. We all know you cheated on Niall with a ugly as mofo so quit the act. Stupid bunda cadela, puta I hope you and your baby die.” After leitura that one, I broke. I quickly got up and went into the bathroom, Niall followed.
“Jezzy whats wrong?” he asked but I kept on walking away. He grabbed onto my arm and turned me to face him.
“Tell me whats wrong” I shook my head and pulled away from him.
“ Take a look for yourself!” I said as I threw him my phone and locked myself in the bathroom.
I looked through her mentions and was shocked por what I was reading. But then I came up on the one I think upset her the most. As I read it, I felt my blood beginning to boil and my hands clench into fist. These people had no rights to judge her, but what enraged me the most was that they were bringing up the baby and wishing bad things upon her, when she wasn’t even born yet! I walked up to the reception escrivaninha, mesa and rescheduled the appointment. I seguinte went to turn on the car, and came back inside to get Jezzy.
“Get out were leaving” and with that I left and went back into the car.
The ride início was silent. I was crying the whole time and Niall didn’t speak to me or anything. When we pulled up to the flat’s building, I got out of the car and ran inside not even bothering to greet Mitch, who was the doorman. I ran to the elevator and didn’t even wait for Niall to come. I arrived to our floor and immediately went inside our flat, to my surprise everyone was inside. They were all just sitting and watching tv. As soon as I walked in, they all gave me strage looks and began to ask what had happened. I saw Liam, and ran to him. He embraced me and pulled me onto his lap asking me what was wrong, but I ignored him and just held onto him while crying into his chest. He cradled me back and forth, while whispering sweet things to me. Niall walked in a few minutos later.
“What happened?” asked El, Niall read out the tweet to everyone, and I felt Liam tense. I looked around the room and saw that everyone looked mad.
“ This is insane! They have no right to treat you that way! Im sick of it… SICK OF IT!!” Niall shouted and he stormed off into his room. I felt the sudden urge of having to pee. I got up and went to the bathroom.
* Nialls POV
I was in the room trying to cool off when I heard the most horrific sound. I heard Jezzy screaming. I immediately got up and ran to the bathroom.
“ Niall!! NO!!” she continued screaming. Everyone was looking at me wide-eyed. I opened the bathroom door and found her crouching and crying. She was screaming, and pointed to her panties, on them I saw blood. She then pointed to the toilet, I looked into it and felt my stomach turn, in the toilet was also blood.
“ Call 911!” I screamed and carried her into the room. I grabbed her things, and ran to the car not bothering to wait for the ambulance…
To Be Continued…