Insecurities turn brighter

I'm the one that sits at the front, but know one sees. I'm the one that talks, but know one listens. I'm the one that thinks, but know own understands. I'm michaela. My family call me miki. I have been called many things. There is a word for people like me. Insecure. But in a short future, it will all change when I go to London for end of year 12 celebration... And meet the one and only ONE DIRECTION!!!!!


45. I'll stay with her ;)

Miki's POV

i woke up about 2 hours later to Niall on the couch... Wait for it... Eating... 'Hey Miki' Hey baby!' He said the last part in a baby voice talking to my belly. 'Niall, I really don't feel so...' I ran to the bathroom an threw up. He came in and held my hair back. I finished and Niall just cradled me whispering things in my ear. Louis came into the bathroom. 'Hey Niall, the bus broke down. We have to go to an interview and so we ordered a cab. It'll be here in 10.' He said before walking away.

Niall's POV

I sighed. 'I don't want to leave you alone in your state.' I told Her. She kissed my nose. 'Ill be fine Ni.' She sighed. 'I really don't mind bring sick all the time though.' 'Why?' I asked. 'Im used to it Nialler. I always used to make myself throw up and get skinny remember? I actually like how skinny it's making me. Maybe this is a good thing?' She said. 'Can you please stop thinking your fat? I sware to god I'm going to drag you to the hospital and make them stuff I tube down your throtebif that's what it comes to.' I informed her. She quietly chuckled before kissing me. We kissed for a while until I broke it. 'Look. I have to go.' I told her getting up. She nodded and I left her. 'Boys I really don't want to leave her alone.' I told them. 'You know you can't skip this interview Niall.' Liam told me. 'I know.' 'Ill stay with her.' Zayn volunteered. 'Really?' I asked. 'Sure. She's not well and you'd do it for Becky.' He said. The can came and we left. If Zayn doesn't take good care of Miki I will end him. 

Miki's POV

i threw my head up from the toilet and saw Zayn glaring at me. 'Hey Zayn.' 'The guys are gone. You don't have to pretend.' He told me. 'What?' 'You know you love me.' I chuckled. 'Cut it out Zayn. You know you can't act for shit.' I confirmed. 'Stop lying to yourself Michaela. You know we are made for each other.' 'Seriously Zayn, cut it...' Pause to throw up. 'Cut it out.' I told him. He came closer. And... Kissed me? He forced his tongue in my mouth. 'ZAYN?!?!' I scream asked. 'You know you want me.' He told me. 'Zayn I don't know what the fuck your...' He shoved his dirty tongue in my mouth again. He tried to take my shirt off while I tried to push him off. He succeeded. He moved to my neck leaving bites. 'Zayn! Stop it! Someone! Help! Anybody!' I screamed for help. 'Don't act like you don't want it' he mumbled against my skin. 'Please stop.' I begged him. He raped me. I laid there naked on the cold bathroom floor after crying and crying. I cut myself again but I didn't take any throw up pills because 1) I was already throwing up and 2) it would hurt the baby. I just lasted there. Bleeding. Feeling so, stupid. So helpless. So used and unneeded. The tiles splattered with blood, the wet cold feeling hitting and crumpling me like a ton of bricks. 

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