Hello there! Thank you so much for the reviews, favourites and subscriptions :3 sorry about the last chapter; I'm being rather evil to Chloe, aren't I? And what about Niall too; do you think it'll all get too much and he'll run, or will he stick by Chloe? This chapter kind of moves away from that, but I'll go back, I promise! This is a long one; enjoy! xXx


Pain

[Chloe's POV]

It's my fault. My brain tells me, sucking me into a bottomless abyss of pain, grief and self-loathing. All. My. Fault. My baby- my son- is dead. I turn over in bed and stare at the wall. Niall stirs; he moves up to me and drapes his arm over me, and then goes back to sleep. I entwine my fingers with his, grateful for his touch. He's been my rock over the past two days, and if it wasn't for him and Jordan then I probably would have done something stupid. Everybody tries to convince me that it's not my fault, but it is. He died while he was still inside me; that makes it my fault, doesn't it? Everybody is focussing on me but what they don't realise is that Niall lost a son too. He may not have been the biological father, but he's spent the last 5 months mentally preparing himself for being a father, and now he's had that taken away from him. People tell us that maybe it wasn't meant to be, and that we're only 18; we weren't ready anyway. Nobody understands that I was ready to have a baby, and that I would have coped perfectly well. Well, 2 people understand that; Jordan and Niall. Niall may not have been ready at first, but he was there for me, and he came round to it. He said he was going to be a good dad, and that he would always be there for me and the baby. He told me he loved me, and that even though we're only 18, he knows that I'm the one. But what if this scares him away?

I glance at the clock; 2am. I really need to go to sleep; Seth's funeral is tomorrow… well, today. That's what we called him; Seth Jack Bishop. I asked Niall what he wanted to call my- our- son, and he said "Jack has to be in there somewhere; it doesn't matter whether it's his first name or his middle name, but one of them should be Jack.", which made me cry. He's so sweet and thoughtful. I've always planned to call my first son Seth, so we decided on Seth Jack Bishop. I'm not sure if I can face the funeral though. It's just a family gathering; me, Niall, Jordan, Mum, my older brother Cameron, Louis, Zayn, Harry, Liam, Joe and May (Jack's siblings), and Joyce and Bassam (Jack's parents). It hurts to think that Jack won't even be there, but he didn't even know about Seth because I couldn't contact him. I'm such a bad person…

"Chloe, why are you still awake?" Niall whispers in my ear, making me jump.

"Can't sleep." Tears roll down my cheeks and I try to discreetly wipe them away so that he doesn't notice. No such luck.

"Please don't cry, Chloe." He turns onto his back and pulls me with him, and I lean my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. He puts his arm around me and traces soothing patterns on my back. Then he kisses the top of my head and whispers "It'll be okay.", and I try my hardest to believe him.


[JJ's POV]

I glance at myself in the mirror and start to wish I hadn't; I look like shit. I have no make-up on, my hair is sticking up in all directions, and my eyes are all puffy. Bad dream again. I glance at my watch; 10.30. I have an hour to get ready before Louis is picking me up and taking me to Chloe's, and then we'll all leave for the church at 12. I have a quick shower, letting the hot water wash away all remnants of my dreams, and when I'm done I stand in front of my wardrobe, unsure what to wear. Then something catches my eye; the black dress that I wore to Mum's funeral. Tears spring to my eyes as memories of that day wash over me, but I grit my teeth and pull the dress and matching shoes out of the wardrobe. I get dressed quickly, aware that I'm running out of time, and then towel-dry my hair. I don't bother with make-up (I'll just cry it all off anyway) and then I grab my handbag and shoes and head downstairs. The house has an eerie feeling to it, and the hairs on the back of my neck start to rise.

"Jordan? Where the fuck are you?" Dad yells at me. No; not today…

"I… I'm in the hallway, Dad." I start to shake with fear. Not today not today not today please not today…

"Get in here now!" He yells again and I try to calm myself. I place my shoes and bag at the bottom of the stairs and go in search of him. He's stood in the kitchen with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. He's drinking already?

"Y… yeah, Dad?" I say, desperately trying to sound calm and confident, when really I feel like I'm going to be sick.

"Why haven't you done the fucking washing?" He slurs his words slightly, but I know he's still sober enough to be in charge of his actions.

"I only got up half an hour ago, and I've got to go to a funeral today!" I raise my voice slightly and regret it instantly.

"Don't raise your voice at me, you little bitch!" He screeches at me and steps forward. I instantly flinch and step back which only angers him further. He grabs me by the hair and pulls me towards him and I scream in pain. "You'll do as you're fucking told! I don't care where you have to be!" he shouts in my ear. Then he pushes me away and I stumble, trying to regain my balance.

"Leave me alone!" I cry out, and he glares at me venomously. His fist comes out of nowhere, and suddenly I find myself on the floor. I clutch my mouth in pain and stay down, hoping that he'll leave me alone. He doesn't. He repeatedly kicks me in the gut and I curl up into a ball and cry out in pain.

"You're fucking worthless, just like your whore of a mother!" he spits angrily and kicks me one last time. Then he grabs some money out of my purse and leaves through the front door, not even bothering to close it behind him. I stay curled up on the floor, crying in pain and humiliation. Why do I let him treat me like this? It's MY house; throw him out for fuck sake! But I can't, and I know why; I'm too afraid of him. This happens on a regular basis, but I'm pretty good at hiding it. Nobody knows; not even Louis knows. Chloe doesn't even know. Harry probably thinks that it doesn't happen anymore. The pain in my mouth starts to get unbearable and I slowly raise a hand to my bottom lip; it comes away red. My eyes close in pain and I don't think I can open them again. I should really get up, but I don't think I can.

"Jordan?" Louis calls my name from the front door. Shit shit shit shit shit. "Why is the door open? Jordan?" I don't want him to see me like this but it's too late; his curiosity gets the better of him and he pushes the door open. He calls my name a few times but I'm unable to answer. He wanders through all of the rooms, shouts up the stairs, and then eventually reaches the kitchen (which is at the back of the house.) He doesn't see me at first, and then he finally spots me curled up in the foetal position on the floor. He stares in shock for a moment and then he runs over and kneels on the floor next to me. "Jordan? Oh God… Jordan, can you hear me?" I eventually open my eyes and he sighs in relief. Then he carefully tries to help me sit up but I manage to find my voice and I scream out in pain. He whispers "I'm sorry" over and over again but continues to slowly pull me up from my foetal position. I eventually manage to sit up straight, still clutching my stomach in pain, and he wraps his arms around me and cradles me whilst I cry. He gets his phone out and calls Harry and tells him that we'll be a little late, and that we'll have to go straight to the church, and then soothes me whilst I try and calm down. Eventually the pain in my gut starts to subside and I calm myself down.

"I'm sorry." I say when I'm calm and he glares at me.

"Don't fucking apologise, Jordan. This obviously wasn't your fault. What happened?" He smooth's my hair out of my face, and when I don't answer he jumps up and grabs a clean tea-towel. He kneels down in front of me and dabs around my lip with one hand, and when I hiss out in pain he grabs hold of my hand with his other one. "Who did this, Jordy?"

"Dad." I say without hesitation. I can't keep it a secret any longer. His eyes cloud with anger, and he pulls the tea-towel away from my lip. He doesn't say anything for a while; he helps me up off of the floor, sits me down on a chair next to the table, runs the tea-towel under the tap so it's slightly damp and then kneels in front of me and dabs delicately around my lip again. I hate the silence, so I ask "Aren't you afraid of getting blood on your tux?"

"You're more important." He says instantly. Then he finishes dabbing my lip and says "How's your stomach?"

"Better." I stand up and pull him up with me. "The pain is almost gone."

"Good. Now, I'm going to ask you to do something, and I don't want you to say anything; I just want you to trust me and do it, okay?" I'm deeply confused, but I know without a doubt in my heart that I trust him, so I nod. "Turn around."

"Okay." I say shakily. I slowly turn around, and I feel him move my hair over my shoulder. Then he tugs at the zip on my dress. I reach my hand around my back and grab hold of his wrist. "What are you doing?"

"Do you trust me?" He asks calmly, and I nod. "Then let me do this. It's important to me. I need to see how hurt you are." He waits for a second, and I slowly pull my hand away from him. Why am I doing this? Oh yeah; because I'm in love with him and I'll do anything for him. Moron. He kisses my neck softly and I relax. Then he pulls the zip down on my dress and lets it fall to the floor. I flush with embarrassment; this is the first time he's seen me like this. He gasps softly and runs his hands over the bruises on my back. He turns me around and his expression turns to anger when he sees the rest of the cuts and bruises all over my belly and legs.

"The… the… the cuts were me." I whisper self-consciously and his eyes flash with concern. He softly brushes his hand over the bruises on my stomach and his touch leaves a trail of fire on my skin. Then he slowly bends down and takes hold of my dress and helps me put it back on. He turns me around and gently does the zip up, and neither of us speaks. I try to hide my embarrassment as I turn to face him, and his expression is a painful mix of anger and sorrow.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asks, and I'm not sure what to say. Then his eyes flash with fury. "I'll kill him."

"No, Lou." I cup his cheeks with my hands and shake my head furiously. "Stay out of it; you'll only make it worse!"

"But I can't let him hurt you like that!" He grabs hold of my hands and keeps them on his cheeks. "Don't you understand how it feels to see you like that? Harry told me what used to happen, but I didn't realise… Oh God." Realisation dawns in his eyes and he pulls my hands away from his cheeks and clasps them in his.

"What?" I say, and his eyes fill with tears.

"Tell me… tell me he didn't?" I suddenly realise that he's worked out my biggest secret and I pull away from him. I shake my head in denial, but he doesn't believe me. "Does he… does he touch you? Does he rape you?" I look down at the floor, refusing to answer him, and he grabs hold of my cheeks and forces me to look him in the eyes. "Tell me, Jordan!"

"He just… he makes me do things I don't want to do." I whisper. Louis pulls me into his arms, careful not to bash my lip in the process, and I burst into tears. WHY CAN'T MY LIFE BE FUCKING NORMAL? WHY DOES THERE HAVE TO BE SO MUCH FUCKING DRAMA? Louis tries to sooth me but it doesn't work. He cries with me, and it's in that instant that I realise how much I love him. But I have to know…

"Don't cry, Louis." I pull away from him and wipe his tears away. "Why are you crying?"

"Because… because I love you, Jordan, and I can't…" his voice breaks. "I can't bear to think that…"

"Shhh..." I stroke his cheek delicately.

"Why are you comforting me? I should be comforting you! No; I should be out there right now kicking the fucking shit out of that sick, dirty old bastard! What kind of man does that to his own daughter? If I had a daughter I'd love her, not violate her!" He rages, and I lean forward and press my lips to his, ignoring the pain. "No, Jordan…"

"I love you, Louis. I wanna be with you. I don't care what everybody else thinks." I kiss him with so much passion that I nearly pass out from the pain in my lip, and he cups my cheeks in his hands and kisses me back with everything he's got.

"I love you too." He says, pulling away from me. "Be mine?"

"Already am." I say, kissing him again. Then I pull away and he wipes my tears away. "Shall we… shall we go now?"

"Are you sure you can do this? I can phone them and say we can't make it…?" I love that he's already decided that if I don't go, he doesn't go.

"Yes. We're doing this. I have to be there for Chloe. But don't… don't ever tell anybody, okay? If I want to tell someone then I will, but until then I'll just have to deal with it…"

"Oh no, Jordan. You're not coming back here ever again. You're moving to London with me." He smiles slightly.

"But… but… but you'll be gone for ages! And what if we break up? Where will I live?" I say incredulously. We've only just got together and he's already asked me to move in!

"Simple; we won't break up." He smiles, and I shake my head. How can I decide that right now? I'm so confused?

"Can we… can we talk about this later? We'll talk after the… the funeral, okay?" I say, and he kisses me again.

"Okay. But if your Dad's here then I'm gonna beat the shit out of him." He says angrily, and I don't doubt him for a second, which scares me.

"No you won't." I take his hand and lead him towards the front door. I quickly put my shoes on, grab my bag, and then walk out of the door. Louis follows me and slams the door behind him, and then he grabs hold of my wrist and pulls me back to him.

"Tell me this is real. Tell me that you are finally mine." He says, blushing, and I reach up and stroke his cheek softly.

"This is real. I'm yours, and you're mine." I kiss him again, and finally, deep in my heart, I start to believe that things are going to get better.


So much drama! xD Sorry if anyone is offended by the Dad-violating-daughter issue; I know it's sick, but it does happen in real life, and I thought that it was necessary to the story-line. I apologise if anyone is offended by it.
LOUIS AND JJ ARE FINALLY TOGETHER! Should she accept his offer and move in with him? And do you think her past with her Dad is going to eventually cause problems between her and Louis? And what about Harry? Review and tell me what you think about this chapter, and what you think should happen! :3 xXx