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Y/N = Your Name.
Y/D/N = Your Daughter's Name.
The blood started to flow from the fresh cuts almost immediately. I let the blade glide on my arm twice before I set it on the bathroom counter. Flinching from the pain, I deliberately wiped the tears from my eyes and looked in the mirror. Blood shot eyes and blotchy red nose. God, how I hated crying. I obviously needed to get a grip on myself. No, I had to. My fingers slightly lifted my chemise up. They fluttered on my stomach. I had to be strong. For my child. I needed to montrer Liam I didn't need him in my life. Most importantly, that he didn't need me. He was the one that left me, after all.
~ Flashback ~
"No, Liam. toi listen to me!" I screamed. I stood there in front of Liam my hands balled up into angry fists at my sides. I couldn't even remember what our argument was about anymore. "No, Y/N. I just don't think this will work out anymore." What? I couldn't register this in my head. "But toi don't understand. You..you promised me Liam. Remember? toi said.. "I know. I know what I said. I a dit I wouldn't hurt you. But it turns out I'm hurting toi plus than I ever thought possible. All the hate from fans, the pressure, the distance. We're always apart for months. I just don't believe in long distance relationships anymore. What with Danielle and everything..it's just difficult. And the hate..I can see how our relationship is affecting you. I think we need a break." "Liam, I.." "I'm sorry, Y/N." "No, toi know what? It's fine. Just go. Leave me like the meaningless piece of garbage toi think I am. I knew toi were leaving me. Every single fucking thing I do is never good enough." "Wait, what? toi think this is all about toi right? How do toi think it was for me, then? How do toi think I felt knowing that I could have my girlfriend with anyone else at any second? I read all those magazines covers, saying toi cheated on me. But I didn't believe any of them! None! Because I knew you'd never do that to me. Because I loved you."
"If toi really loved me, you'd fight with me to make this relationship work, Liam. And toi were a good boyfriend. I thought toi were also going to be a great dad, as well. But I guess not. " I turned to open the door when I felt Liam grasp my arm and spin me around to face him. "I'm done. Liam, I'm so fucking done." I pulled out of his firm grip he had on my arm and opened the door taking my car keys and my coat.
~ End of Flashback ~
The days that followed my departure had been awful. I couldn't eat ou sleep. Liam and the rest of the boys had tried to contact me a few times, but I kept myself from speaking to them. I wanted nothing to do with him. The band had reached international success after the release of their debut album. Of course, Liam and the rest of the boys were very famous had their faces plastered on télévision and magazines. I sometimes pondered on the question of whether ou not to contact the boys and see how they were doing. I was now nine months along and due any jour now. But, I decided not to. I didn't want nor needed him in my child life. Especially not in mine. He was better off without me. Suddenly I felt a sharp knifelike pain and looked down at my bed. It was wet. My water broke! The pain began even stronger than before. I clutched a hand to my large stomach and began heaving. Oh God. I'm in labor. I called my mother with whom I'd been living with this whole mois since I began to attend therapy. My days of cutting had ceased because I realized the baby grew bigger and bigger each day. That not only was I harming myself but my baby as well. My mother ran to help me and helped me into the car as we made our way towards the hospital.
~ 4 years later ~
Y/D/N ran to the balançoire, swing set in the park. She was tiny for her age. And very hyperactive. Whenever she smiled, she reminded me of..Liam. Liam. Her father. I assumed he'd married Danielle, because I hadn't heard of him ou the lads. It still killed me. That every time Y/D/N was at school, she would be teased ou made fun of because she didn't have a father. Every time she asked me where he was, I'd make up an excuse. I felt guilty not felling her the truth, but I didn't want her to know. At least not now. "Mommy, mommy! Can we go to the slide? Please?" Y/D/N flashed me the chiot dog face she knew I couldn't resist. Even though things with Liam hadn't worked out, I knew I'd at least done something right par having a daughter with him. "Sure," I smiled. She ran and I followed. When I arrived, I saw a blonde man had knelt down beside Y/D/N. he stopped speaking and looked up. I'd know that voice anywhere. My breath caught in my throat. "Niall," was all I could say. "Y/N," he replied simply. "Is she..?" "Yes. She's Liam's." "Really? How've toi been? Liam was a mess ever since toi left. It's been four years, Y/N. He deserves to meet her." "No. I don't want her to ever meet Liam. He left me. Broke up with me. I cut myself almost every night. I don't want him near our child." A man had walked close to Niall. "Y/N?" Liam asked "Well, nice seeing you, Niall. Goodbye." "Wait, Y/N," Liam grasped my arm. "Mommy, who are they?" Y/D/N asked. "Y/D/N, do toi want some ice cream?" Niall asked. Y/D/N looked at me, and I nodded in approval. They began to leave and I tried to follow, but Liam pulled me back. "Liam, just let go. Leave me alone." "No, Y/N. Not until toi tell me. Is she our daughter?" he asked. "Yes. She's our daughter." "Y/N, I've spent four years trying to find you, but I had no luck. Things with Danielle were hopeless. I was trying to forget toi and I failed. Eventually, I filed for divorce. Please, just give me a chance." The look in his eyes..was just like Y/D/N's. Niall and Y/D/N came back and smiled at me. I felt bad for Liam. Like all the anger and reproachful feelings I felt just melted away. "Y/D/N, this is your father, Liam." "Really?" her eyes grew wide as she ran towards him. Liam smiled and so did I. "Y/N, do toi forgive me?" Did I? I bit my lip and looked at my daughter. She reminded me so much of Liam. Suddenly I felt every bit of l’amour I had once felt for Liam reappear. It seems impossible, but I honestly felt hopeful. Like, I really truly did l’amour him. We could be a family again. I nodded. Liam approached me and gave me a long lingering kiss. I felt ready to l’amour again. Like the walls I had tirelessly built around my cœur, coeur had crumbled. I now had a wonderful family of my own. It would take a while to pick up the pieces and rebuild what was left unfinished. But we would work together. Liam and I would be a team. For our daughter, and ourselves. We walked out of the park, holding our daughter's hands. All three of us smiling. My life was complete.
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