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#44: You Lose The Baby.<3 (Warning: May Cause Your Eyes To Sweat)

Niall:

"Niall. Niall!" You cry as he pulls your car into the hospital parking lot frantically, ignoring the stop signs. "It's too early. I'm not ready for this!" He brakes at the entrance of the tall building and turns to you, holding your hand, which you've been grasping tightly to ease the pain of the contractions. "Y/N I know, I know. Our baby just can't wait to see us, I guess." He cracks a smile and lightly squeezes your hand. "C'mon, let's get you inside." He ushers you into the hospital and you are brought to a yellow delivery room in a haze of pain and haste. You and Niall didn't have anything packed or ready to bring to the hospital. Niall had just put in the car seat and bought the crib. You'd just picked out the paint colors for the nursery. But you hadn't even had your baby shower yet. It was too early and you knew it. You felt a nervous, sinking feeling as you were fitted into a hospital gown and nurses rushed around you, plugging things into the wall and easing you into your delivery chair. Niall was backed up into the corner, biting his nails and letting the technicians do their job. But by the way he looked at you, gravely and nervously, you could tell he was sharing the same sentiment. He was as worried as you were. The baby still had 2 months to go. You prayed that your baby would arrive safely. As your contractions continued, Niall flocked to your side and clutched your hand, kissing your forehead and murmuring soothing words into your ear. Soon you were given an epidural and the contractions were hitting hard. The masked doctor came in and informed you that it was time to push. Niall gripped your hand and pushed your damp-with-sweat hair out of your face as you used all of your strength to deliver the baby. "You're doing so well, Y/N, so well." Niall whispered in your ear. With one final push, you soon felt some relief from the pain that had been hurting you for hours. The doctor lifted up a tiny baby and soon ordered the nurses to come over, frantically murmuring to them. You lay your head back, too tired and debilitated to even keep your eyes open. Everything went black and fuzzy as you heard Niall muttering your name anxiously. You woke up a little while later. It was still daylight, and the room was calm and clear. Only Niall's mother sat in a chair near the bed, a gutted look on her face as she stared at the ground. You glanced around the room. No baby carriage or incubator was nearby. Neither was Niall. "Where is my baby?" You said weakly to Niall's mom. She snapped her gaze to yours and took your hand. "Oh sweetie you're awake." She said. You looked her dead in the eyes and repeated your question. Her gaze fell to the floor. "I...I'm so sorry Y/N." She said solemnly. Your face went pale. "Oh god." You said, refusing to believe it. All of your work, and time and love that had gone into this pregnancy. For nothing? Your child. Niall's child-gone. "Did we lose her?" You asked, tearing up. Niall's mom nodded, still staring at the ground. "Where...where is Niall?" "Outside, at the car I think." she responded. You peered out the window of your room that overlooked the parking lot. You could clearly see your bright red SUV sitting in the first row of cars. You stood, against Niall's mom's protests, and approached the window. Your palms fell against the window as you stared at your car, where Niall stood, leaning into the open backseat. As Niall's mom urged you to go back into bed, you could unmistakably see Niall pull something out, but it was shielded from your view. He backed away from the car, still holding the mysterious object, and tossed it strongly into the nearby empty street. You saw him let out a yell and fall to his knees by the side of your car, crumpling into a heap. You could now see the object as it tumbled across the street. It was your baby's car seat.

Harry:

"How far along are you, again, ma'am?" The attendant says as she squints at your belly, moving her stethoscope around on your exposed belly. "Fourteen, right, babe?" Harry says for you, exchanging a glance with you to confirm this. You nod distractedly, not liking the tone of voice the doctor has. She pulls out the ultrasound device from a lower drawer. "Do you mind if we do an ultrasound? I'm not picking up on the heartbeat." "Of course." You respond, your own heartbeat beginning to quicken. Harry glances down at you with a smile as you lay back in the long chair. He looks so proud, so excited. Yet you have a dark, sinking feeling growing in your stomach. And you didn't like it. "Alright." The doctor says, squirting some clear, jelly-like substance from a bottle onto your belly and gliding the device along the now slick skin. You and Harry's gazes turn to the screen, which only shows a blurry blob. A lump begins to grow in your throat as you stare at the screen for several seconds. Your eyes then search the attendant's face, which has now turned solemn. "Doctor?" You ask tentatively. Harry's gaze bounces from the screen to you to the doctor, all while his grip on your hand tightens. "I don't see anything." He says. "I don't see anything!" He repeats, rage building up in his voice. The doctor pulls the wand away and sets it down. "Mr. and Mrs. Styles." She says slowly. "I'm sorry but-" Harry releases your hand and turns, shaking his head and putting his face in his hands. "No!" He shouts in agony. He kicks a nearby trashcan, knocking it over. "Mr. Styles, please!" The attendant scorns. "Please calm down, sir. This happens sometimes. Losing a baby is a common occurrence." The doctor averts your gaze as you remain frozen on the chair. "You can try again in a few weeks. I'll go get you some information on what to do next." You sit on the chair as she quickly leaves the room, which is now eerily silent. You peer up at Harry, whose face is twisted in a heart wrenching grimace across the room. You don't know what to say. "God." Harry sobs in a muffled cry, his hands cupping his face as he sits down in a nearby chair. "This isn't supposed to happen." He says with a sniffle. "Not to us." You sit up and turn to him, slowly lowering your shirt over your now empty-feeling belly. The shock has kicked in, and you are merely silent. Silent and hollow. You meet Harry's gaze as he gulps, the sunlight from the window highlighting the tear streaks on his cheeks. He rushes over to meet you on the chair and pulls you into his arms. You two remain there for many minutes, holding each other tightly without a word, trying to think of anything that can be said to make this better. There isn't.