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[littlemisslilahhiggins]

Talk About An Impact (Part Two)

Something had to be wrong. Pregnant woman don’t usually have cramps like these. Contractions, sure, but not cramps. They were only periodical, so she had to suck it up through the whole class lecture. Part of her yelled at her for not just asking to go to the nurse. But she didn’t want, or need, anybody to know what she was going through. Except, near the end of the lecture, she texted one of her good friends (who was studying to be a doctor) to meet her before lunch. 

“What’s up?” They asked, and Lilah wasn’t sure what to say. I’m pregnant and having really bad cramps, and I’m sure they’re not contractions? Take me to the hospital? I’m fucking dying, help me? If she wanted to ask her friend what was wrong with her without the other knowing, she’d have to hide it. “If a woman was pregnant, and started having cramps, what does that mean?” “Oh! We just learned this. Those could be contraptions. Or it could be a miscarriage. They’d know if it’s a miscarriage for sure if they’ve spotted blood. Why do you ask?” Lilah gulped and then shrugged. “Saw it on a trivia question game...thing,” she replied and cleared her throat. “Well, I gotta go. I’ll see you later,” and with that, the two parted ways.

Lilah went to the hospital just to make sure, and her friend was right. She had miscarried, only twelve weeks in her pregnancy. When the doctor told her, she broke down crying, burying her face in her hands. She felt like this was the worst thing that happened to her, and she felt like dying right now. The doctor gave her an apology that they’d probably repeated before, and gave her one of those grief pamphlets. She could barely walk out of the hospital without having to take a break to recollect to herself. And when she got in her car, she just sat there, letting the tears flow out of her eyes and gliding down her cheeks. 

Lilah probably sat in the hospital’s parking lot for ten minutes, maybe a little longer, before calming herself down enough to just get her back to the dorms and to her dorm room. She would miss two classes, and lunch, if she stayed here, and that’s what she did. She laid on on the bed, mourning the loss of her unborn child. She didn’t care, at the moment, that she was missing classes, or that she had a plethora of text messages coming in from people she knew. If her roommates asked if she was okay, she would simply dismiss them, telling them that she was fine. No doubt would they later find out that she was pregnant and had a miscarriage from her soon-to-be-a-doctor friend. She really didn’t want to eat anymore, or go out, but if she didn’t, her friends would get worried and probably go through drastic measures just to get her out of her room. Lilah went out of her room from time to time, slowly looking better then she did the first few days of the miscarriage, to eat or just go to her classes. Two months after the miscarriage, she was back to what some would call “normal.” She looked healthy, and she went back to her classes with better focus and didn’t cry as much as before whenever she thought of what had happened. She would be better within time, she knew that.

[hazcurlystyles]

Task #9

It was a Wednesday when Harry decided to question Gemma about sexuality and get insight into it. From the beginning the boy knew that when he saw people he never looked at their gender, he didn’t find it to be a big thing. Despite him feeling different he knew that the world looked at it that way, especially since he grew up in a semi-religious town where he attended church occasionally.

“Gem, have you ever liked someone?” He asked his older sister who was reading a book. It took her a second to respond, he guessed to finish reading the sentence or the paragraph.

“Course, I have.” She answered nonchalantly closing the book, “Why? Do you have a crush?”

Harry shook his head, “No! Don’t ask about that!” He crossed his arms upset. Pouty, twelve year old Harry looking to his older sister a little bashful.

“It’s fine if you do, that’s normal.” She spoke moving to pat the chair so Harry could sit, “You know I had my first boyfriend when I was ten. Dad would always scold me about him, telling me I was too good and boys weren’t good enough.” Gemma laughed fondly.

“Yeah?” Harry asked intrigued yet not wanting to know too much,

“Yup!” Gemma popped her ‘p’, “It was a very embarrassing time for me. It was nice though, it was normal to start crushing on others you get along with and just want to be around.” She shook her head.

“Is it normal to like…start crushing on someone who is your best mate?”

“Of course, that’s very normal. You’ll notice that it happens a lot. People become best friends and when the feeling is mutual they’ll make something of it.” Gemma explained, “Why do you have a crush on your best mate?”

Harry bites his lip before letting out a sigh and nods his cheeks becoming even more red.

“Which one?” Gemma pushed, “You can tell me.”

After a long silence and Harry fumbling with his fingers he looked up and then back down biting his lip, “Erm…Will.”

“Oh,” Gemma said surprised,

“I know,” Harry frowned.

“Look it here Harry, don’t cry.” She wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck, “Some people like boys, some like girls. That’s okay, it’s nothing to cry about and there’s definitely nothing wrong with it. If you like Will then great, have him be your first boyfriend just be sure to not let what anyone says about him or about you or about your feelings for him change your feelings for him, alright?”

Harry could only nod his head in clear understanding of what Gemma wanted.

“Are you into guys only or do you like girls too?” She asked once Harry stopped crying.

“No, I just am more attracted to someone by their personality. It doesn’t matter if they’re a boy or girl if I like them, if they’re easy to get along with and makes me happy then I’m interested in being with them…I don’t care whether it’s a boy or girl.”

“Then that makes you bisexual.” Gemma had pointed out to Harry, “You like both boys and girls, it doesn’t matter.” She stated rubbing his back soothingly.

Harry nodded a bit more content with how this conversation has turned out, “Thanks Gem.”

“Anytime baby brother. If you ever want to talk about anything else that is bothering you or if you need help figuring things out just come to me.”

Gemma pressed her lips to Harry’s temple, “Your my baby brother and I am here for you in all ways, don’t ever hesitate, yeah?”

“Now, do you want to go tell mum what you are? Maybe have the same conversation as we just had?”

“Maybe a bit later, you think she’d give me ice cream after seven?” Harry asked grinning mischievously.

Gemma pushed Harry away from her the little boy rolling off the couch onto the floor, “Hey!” He groaned before laughing. That night his mum – Anne, did end up giving him ice cream after seven and hugged him the entire time he ate it assuring him that she loved him and would always. Like a great mother she warned him that not everyone will look at it the way she does, warned him that there are some sick people in the world who will tease and want to fight him because of his interest. He remembers her words like it was yesterday, ‘But the only thing matters is that you’re happy with yourself, that you’ll stay strong for yourself and that you spread the love to those who are different. Now, give me a hug.’

[zaynjfc-blog]

Impact → Task 001

Zayn was supposed to leave for the x factor auditions the next day so the first place he went was his girlfriend’s house. She told him she wanted to be there with him but after weeks of begging her parents, he knew there was no way they were going to change their minds about it. Which he understand. He knew whether they would be supervised or not, no parent wanted their daughter going off without them - especially with their boyfriend. He absentmindedly walked toward her house. He hummed to himself, trying to make sure he had the words memorized to his audition song. He had heard of people forgetting the lyrics on stage and he didn’t want that to be him.

When he felt someone tap his shoulder, he snapped out of his trance and turned toward them. A small smile appeared on his face as he recognized his girlfriend’s little sister. He tugged one of his earphones out of his ear and walked the rest of the way with her. He was on his way over there anyways and he didn’t have a problem with her little sister. They made small talk. She kept asking him about the song he was going to sing and whether he would dedicate to her, and he promised that he would. It was more of an, ‘if I can remember, I’ll dedicate it to you’ because he was nervous enough as it was just trying to remember the lyrics.

They made it to the house and he immediate shot up the stairs to spend some time with Nicki. He shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out his ipod to turn off the music playing through his earbuds. He smiled when he saw her sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes and he furrowed his eyebrows, moving to her side quickly. “Hey, what’s wrong? Don’t cry. Is it because I’m leaving? I’ll be ba-” She shoved him off of her and stood up.”It’s not always about you, Zayn.” She hissed. The sudden attitude surprised him and he didn’t know how to act. This wasn’t like her at all and he knew something was up. 

He watched her pace the room, clenching something in her hand so tight that her knuckles were white. His eyes stared at the object that was partly sticking out of her hand. “What’s wrong?” He pushed again, his eyes moving back to hers. She threw the stick at him and he picked it up. Was this a pregnancy test? He stared at the pink plus sign and he felt his heart begin to race. She was...pregnant? He looked up at her and she was glaring at him. “What the hell am I supposed to tell my parents? I’m seventeen. I can’t have a child.” She yelled. He shook his head, “Don’t yell, okay? We’ll figure this out.” He said as he stood up and engulfed her in a hug.

Zayn didn’t know how he was going to be a father. He was seventeen and he was about to leave to go to the x factor. “How are we going to figure it out if you’re leaving?” And that was a good question - a question he didn’t have the answer to. He couldn’t just ditch auditions because he had been planning to audition since the last season ended but what if he had to stay? He couldn’t just leave her either. 

He pulled away from her and looked down at her shoes. “I want to be here with you throughout the pregnancy but mum already took off work so she co-” She shoved him away from her. “I knew you were going to choose your stupid audition over me.” She huffed and shoved him again. “Get out. Just go.” He didn’t want to leave things like this but he didn’t  know what else to say to her. She opened the door and waited for him to walk out. 

He went home and went to the audition the next day. His mother didn’t agree with his decision and he knew no one else would either - and that’s why no one knew. No one knew that he had addition bills to pay and those bills included helping his high school sweet heart pay for their now, almost five year old daughter. He didn’t see her as much as he liked to and that’s exactly how Nicki wanted it. He was the bad guy and to her, that’s all he would ever be.

[prettyboyac]

TASK #9

tw: abuse. tw: homophobia I just decided to make a note of it before anyone opened it up because I personally cried writing this and if anyone has any kind of history for abuse this may trigger memories it’s also a tiny bit about how Alex has become the guy he is when it comes to same sex stuff and I don’t want that so please if it may trigger you I urge you not to read it. Love you guys! xx

“Grandma, grandma, guess who’s picking me up today?” A young Alex came running into his grandmother, his mother’s mother. It had been three months since he last saw his father but he had spoken to him on the phone and promised Alex for months that today was the day.

“Alex it’s eight in the morning, go shower and get dressed then come down for breakfast.” His grams patted his bum pushing him towards the bathroom.

After Alex’s short shower he waited anxiously by the door watching the cars go by,

“Alex, come sit.” His grams called for him to come sit on her lap and after small hesitation the small boy walked over to her.

“What’s wrong, grams?”

“I just got off the phone with your father and he said he can’t make it. He has to work but he promised he’d stop by to surprise you soon.”

Alex whole face drop at his grams words the boy nodding his head holding back his tears. It was when his grandmother pulled him close to her chest was when he let all his tears out.

You see when Alex was just two weeks old his dad had split with his mother leaving the woman and son that depended on him alone with no source of income. A month after Alex had been born his mother started to do drugs and he was taken away from her by his grandparents. From one month after his birthday up until his sixteenth birthday Alex had lived with his grandparents who deemed his mother well enough then to take him back and provide the boy with a good home lifestyle. During the sixteen year period he had only seen his mum once every month and his dad twice every year. It broke him to see that his own parents didn’t want him, how whenever parents were talked about in school he just lied and told everyone that they died in a crash because to him, they were dead. *

The next time he saw his dad was two months later, like he promised he randomly popped up. The man was caught off guard not seeing Alex’s face light up at his arrival. Alex listened as his grandmother scolded his dad in the kitchen about promising Alex meetings and made the man promise to bring Alex out a little more often.

After two months of hanging out every now and then as his father promised he figured his father was getting fed up since he didn’t try to talk to Alex anymore just took the boy out somewhere and let him run around with random kids. That day Alex had gotten pushed down by a boy and his father saw and forced Alex back up to defend himself and when Alex refused to his father took him into the washroom and hit him with a belt until the boy decided to go back out and stand up for himself.

He then made it a habit of getting Alex to stand up for himself. Whenever they were alone he’d push Alex to go fight random kids, every time Alex would win it’d be someone bigger, someone stronger than the last and if Alex had lost he’d get hit with whatever his dad can find.

It became worse whenever Alex befriended other males and would hold hands, push them on the swings or hug them. His father would choke him up and tell him how bad that is, let him know that god would only send him to be with the devil. That pushed the man to take Alex to church every Sunday and holiday, force his views on the kid who only wanted to make friends.

It stopped when Alex turned fifteen; the random fights. Alex decided he was tired of it and he was active enough to beat his old man. He was wrong. He ended up with two black eyes, bruises all over his body and limping all the way home. His grandmother ended up calling the police on his dad and instead of pressing charges they asked for an order of protection.

*

“I’m going to marry you,” He whispered one night in bed with Alyssa laying on her chest. They were sweaty and smelt of great sex, “And then once we’re out of school and you’re ready, you’re going to have my babies and I’m going to take care of you, I promise.” He pressed his lips to her chest before looking up at her, “Give you only what your dreams are made of. I would never make our son do what he did to me. Leave me and then abuse me, let others abuse me in plain sight, even if I didn’t have the upper hand.” He continued knowing through everything Alyssa was now the person he leaned on besides his grandparents and she was there for him, through everything.

*

Alex ignored all attempts that his father made of reconciling their relationship up until he found out that he got some woman pregnant. Alex feared that what happened to him would happen to his half-sister and decided he’d be in his sister’s life. Up until this day Alex never appeared weak to his father, never listed a worry to the man, never called the man his father and never told him anything he didn’t want him to know. Simply enough the boy wanted a relationship with his siblings not a man who came and went in his life as he pleased.

[littlemisslilahhiggins]

Task 9 (?)

Talk About An Impact

Lilah stared at the pregnancy test that showed her the two pink, vertical lines. The two lines that told her that she was, as she suspected, pregnant. She felt the lump in her throat, and just a little tightness as her eyes welled up with tears. Her hands were shaking and the grip she had on the test was gone and dropped to the floor. Her mind raced through so many questions, that she could barely answer any of them. What do I do? How am I supposed to tell mom & dad? What do I tell the father? How am I supposed to take care of a baby at fucking twenty years old?! 

“This is your fault, so you have to solve it.” Lilah muttered to herself. She had always blamed herself for everything, and she was blaming herself for this, because it was practically her fault. She could’ve prevented having sex, because she had no idea how to prevent a condom from breaking. The redhead washed her hands and walked out of the bathroom, pregnancy test still in hand as she walked into her room and closed the door behind her. Her back hit the door and she slid down to the floor, tears gliding down her cheeks as she let out soft cries, trying to not be heard. “You’re so stupid,” she mummered and wiped her tears away. She knew that she was going to face the consequences of being a mother, at this age. She barely had a good paying job, and she lived in a one bedroom apartment that she didn’t necessarily feel ‘home’ in, but it was all she could afford. 

And for the next few days, Lilah kept the shocking news she learned of, a secret to herself. Of course, she had to deal with every symptom that came with being pregnancy. She hated morning sickness, and she wished that she had the courage to have an abortion. Yet, part of her wanted to keep the baby.  It was hard to hide the news from her friends, and her mother. Five days of knowing, drove her crazy with being the only one aware of what was going on. She told the father, and said it was up to him on whether or not he wanted to be involved. She rarely paid attention if he did, as she was worried about how she was supposed to hide this from her mother. Mother knows best, as always. 

Until twelve weeks in her pregnancy, she didn’t have much to worry about anymore. 

[irishxxhoran]

Task 007

“Ya good for nothin’ piece of shit. Why the hell did ya do this? Why would ya buy this?” She shouted, anger radiating through her voice and off the walls in the small, cramped house, tears falling down her cheeks as she tried to steady her voice, unaware that her son had just entered through the door. “We’re tryin’ to get out of this shit thing we call a house, and ya.. ya go and buy that?” She fumed, pounding her fist down onto the counter, sobs raking through the woman’s body.

“Did ya ever think that for once, just for once, I wanted somethin’ for myself? To be able to do things on my own instead of havin’ ya control each and every little god damn thing I do?” He screamed back at the women, though his voice was more steady than hers was a few moments before. 

“Then why don’t ya just say it? Say what ya’ve wanted to say for years,” she cried, tears falling down her cheeks as her body began to tremble, waiting for her husband to say the words she knew was coming, the words she had been fearing for months now. She knew that they were coming, though. “I’m sorry that I’ve ruined your life by havin’ children with ya. I’m sorry I gave ya that responsibility!” she screamed in a fit of anger, though those thoughts had been nagging at her for a while as well.

“How dare ya! How dare ya say that! Those children are my life, the reason I do what I do. If it wasn’t for them, I would have left your ass years ago!” He bellowed, tugging at his hair harshly as he let out a strangled scream. “That’s it, Maura. We’re over. I’m movin’ out, and we’re gettin’ a divorce.”

Niall’s parents had no idea that he was lurking in the house as he they had that fight all those years ago, but they figured it out when they heard their son’s sobs coming from the bedroom. They tried to explain to him that he was not the cause for their marital problems, but Niall wouldn’t listen. Being just a child when he heard those words spewing from his parents’ mouth left a scar on Niall’s heart. It didn’t matter how many times his parents told him he wasn’t the cause. Didn’t his mother say that she ruined his father’s life because she had children with him? 

This was part of the reason Niall was so shy and quiet in the beginning of the band. He didn’t want to say anything wrong and cause an argument to break loose; he didn’t want to be the cause of another fallout. It was difficult for him to break out of his shell and be who he truly was because he always feared that he would say or do something wrong. This is what started Niall’s feelings of loneliness, as well as his feelings of not being good enough. 

[shessuchacookie-blog1]

Impact In My Life

Sam was nearly eight years old when she realized that people hated other people because of their skin or religion. To say she understood it wouldn’t be fair, that would came later, but she started to see it when she trying to have a birthday party for her and Zayn since their birthdays were just five days apart. People she had invited didn’t want to go, or their parents said no. There was this boy at school, who was cruel and mean for no reason to the Muslim kids, would call them names. Sam hated it, so much so he was the first person she ever hit. They had been at lunch, minding their own business Sam and her her mates and Zayn, he had come over picking a fight with them, calling them names and Sam got up and punched him.

That is when she realized how petty some people could be. As she got older she understood more, and it caused her to get in more fights. No one should be treated less than because of their skin colour or religion. Sam had grew to love both Zayn’s family and their religion, so she at such a young age was beyond angry that people would call them cruel names, when she was twelve she cried for the first time about it,  she had gone out with some mates and Zayn, many who weren’t white, Sam didn’t care. But a grown man had started yelling racial slurs at them, an adult who was supposed to be mature and grown was yelling vile things at children. She had broke down when Trisha asked her what was wrong. That was the moment Sam hated the world and saw it for how cruel and heartless it could be.