One Direction M-preg Oneshots

It's All My Fault. --Lilo One Shot--

A/N: This one isn't happy. I'll tell you that right off the bat. But this idea has been eating at me for awhile, so here goes nothing.
Also: Thanks so much for the people that commented. I like knowing who you all are interested in reading about.
Choosing a pair for this edition was very, very, difficult.
WARNING: CONTAINS DOMESTIC ABUSE. SEXUAL MENTIONS.
 Keep in mind that this is fictional, and in NO WAY represents the views or opinions of spoken characters. (this goes for the whole series.) I am NOT advocating domestic abuse. This edition isn't meant for all tastes.
 Ps- I am sincerely ashamed of the writing. This story is shit compared to my others. I apologize.

READ AT OWN RISK. (could possibly spark feels overload.)

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I never left him, I never could.
To be honest, the thought never once crossed my mind.
I loved him.
Even though bruises on my body told me I shouldn't.
In a way, I always held onto the hope that the old him would come back to me.
The man that loved me unconditionally.
Not the man who was held captive in the fists of poison.

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I covered myself with the cold silk duvet as I slid into bed. My motions were from muscle memory; nothing was voluntary. I was numb. Nothing made sense anymore. Nothing was worth thinking of.

Louis trailed quietly behind me. I heard his footsteps on the hardwood floor, but I couldn't feel his presence. I couldn't feel anything.

I allowed my eyes to wander from the ceiling to the man at the foot of my bed. He was stripping his shirt away, followed by his pants. He ran a tired hand through his soft hair, letting out a frustrated huff.

I would have been scared. I would have been. Had I been able to feel anything. I blocked out the emotion, I couldn't handle it.

I knew Louis was feeling the same things I was. At least, something close to what I was feeling. We both had endured the same loss two times before. And now this time. It wasn't fair.

I wanted him to come lay with me. Assure me everything would be alright. Let me know he wasn't angry, and that we could try again, just like we always did.

But that wouldn't happen. No, no. Not today.

Louis' eyes met mine for the first time since leaving the hospital. He was sober, but his eyes were dull and grey, any sort of hope or happiness vanished.

He wasn't angry with me. Not yet. He hadn't started trying to rid himself of the pain. He hadn't had a drink yet.

My eyes became burdened with tears wishing for Louis to look anywhere but me.

He didn't say anything, but his silence told it all. He was disappointed in me. I lost another child. Another child that he wished so badly for. Something he wanted. Something that would save him from himself.

We had conceived for the third time in two years, four months ago. Things were going great. Louis wasn't drinking anymore. He almost never punished me like he used to. He was finally smiling, sincere happy smiles. He would hold me like he meant it at night, and kiss me with love. I thought I finally had him back.

But, all good things come to an end.

I had woken up last night to a severe abdominal cramp. As Louis turned on the lights, we discovered I was bleeding.