I felt kisses being placed on my neck, I felt a hard but soft and warm cuddly figure underneath me. Niall. I groaned and pushed him away. Sorta. "No Niall if you start that now, you won't be able to stop me." He didn't listen and continued to kiss my neck making me moan. That bastard. "Niall please maybe later." He huffed and I finally opened my eyes to see Niall. He was pouting, I laughed. No he just too cute. I rolled off of him and got up and got ready for our doctors appointment. "You just love teasing me, don't you?" I was only in a t-shirt and he looked at me like. It just too illegal to even describe. "Yes I do it brings me great pleasure to see you in a struggle to keep you hands off all this." He walked towards me smirking causing me to move backwards eventually hitting the wall. He grabbed my waist pulling me towards him and wrapped my leg around his thigh for support and so I don't fall. "I'm suppose to get all that, you are my wife. I basically own this property." I giggled, he's trying so hard. My phone then started playing, "I would fly out to the moon paint you perfect sky's of blue just to get one step closer to you." I picked it up and it was the doctors asking if my appointment was still on. I told them yes. "I have to get ready, stay." "Woof." He said making me chuckle, he pulled me back and leaned in. I closed my eyes as his lips brushed mine, soon they were attached moving in perfect sync. That spark was still there, it always was. I didn't stop he had turned me on now. But he soon pulled away our eyes locking as we tried to catch our breath.
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We sat in the doctors room and waited for her to enter and Ariana's 'Baby I' came on and I started dancing in my seat. "Love this song?" Niall asked, "love the song? I love her in general!" The doctor entered, I stopped dancing an laid on the bed still. "How are you?" He asked me. "I'm fine, great actually." He nodded getting out the gel not explaining it because I've been threw this before. "How is little Austin?" "She's great, said her first words and already walking." He looked surprised, well I would be too. He put the gel on and started the ultrasound. I couldn't see anything. "Strange, let me check for a heart beat." Still it found nothing, I was worried. "I'm sorry, let me get someone." A doctor came in and took another look. He looked at us sympathetically, "well you've stopped growing and I guess somewhere in the process something happened. We don't know why these things happen miss I'm so sorry." I had lost the baby, I wanted to cry but no. I must be strong for my family.
The car ride was silent. No one spoke, just the radio. It started playing 'put your hearts up' by Ariana and turned it up.
I thought about Niall, my one love. I looked at him, you could see the sadness in his eyes, the lose. His want, he's blaming him self when it was all me.
I held his hand and he looked down at them. "Niall could you drop me off right here please. I'll walk home, later." He nodded pulling over, he kissed my cheek and I left.
I truly didn't know where to go, I walked into a bar and started drinking.
Niall's point of view
Eleanor came stumbling in and grunted. "El what are you doing?" I stood her up, she looked at me with no emotion. She was in pain, the pain of lose. With Abby she spent her time around friends but this time she drank away her sorrow. "How do you do it? Stay with a baby killer like me." I sat her down texting Zayn to come over.
It took him about a second to walk over from across the street. "What's up brother?" (A Ziall moment!!!) I motioned towards her. "We lost the baby and she got drunk." She laughed, "I'm not drunk silly, I'm just fine." She stood up and slowly walked to the kitchen and grab a beer out of the fridge and started drinking it. I immediately took it away. "No more, why are you doing this." Zayn asked. "DAMNIT I'M DONE BEING WEAK! I don't want to cry anymore, no I need to be strong for my family." We sighed, she was sad. Blaming herself. I wrapped her in my strong arms and put her to bed. As I came back down stairs I sat on the couch with Zayn. "So you lost the baby?" I nodded. "Let it out go ahead." I denied, "no I'm not going to cry." "Don't be stubborn." He wrapped me in a hug and I caved. I cried and he soothed me. I hated this, I hated crying. Why did God have to take the baby that was now an angel?
