Chapter Fourty-Eight.

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This is very short. It was suppose to be apart of the previous chapter.

I call my father and tell him about the babies. He cries happy tears and tells me how proud he is of me and what a great mother I will be and how beautiful my babies will be. I try to stay in the conversation with him but I find myself drifting in and out of it. I can't seem to shake how Niall's final words made me feel. A part of me desperately wanted to grab a hold of him and tell him that i was wrong and I do love him and want to be with him but everytime I do I see Harry taking my babies from me and the world hating me. And I stay put.

My father and I speak a few more minutes before I hang up. Im about to go back inside of the room when the door flies open and Harry's standing there with a look of anguish and fear on his face.

"Harry?"

"Its Niall."

"Wh-What about him?"

"Hes on the way to the hospital. He tried to commit suicide."

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