Harry Styles
A white room. Beeping machines. And a doctor telling us we had just lost our child. That's how we ended this awful night.
She was pregnant.
She was nearing her 2nd month...and we had no idea.
I sat on a chair beside her bed, holding her hand as the doctor broke the news to us.
"You've had a miscarriage, Miss. White."
Her face didn't hold any expression. She just gripped my hand and thanked the doctor for their help.
The baby was lost because of the stress Lydia's body endured tonight.
It was too much for her to handle.
She'd be dead if Eliza and Liam hadn't have saved us. They had stopped by because they forgot something at our apartment from the day prior.
I give her hand a squeeze as the doctor gives us the all clear to go home, and Lydia just stares numbly forward.
"C'mon baby." I say softly. "Let's go."
She lifts herself off the hospital bed and gets dressed without saying a word.
She seemed so broken.
And I didn't know how to react.
We walk out of the hospital. She was in front of me with her arms crossed over her stomach and her hands tucked away in her sleeves, head down.
She didn't cry. She didn't do anything.
She got into the passenger seat and kept her head pressed against the window, staring out the windshield.
My hand rests on her thigh as I drive through the empty roads.
We had to go home, back to the place where we almost died. Liam stayed behind when we went to the hospital to clean up the mess, so there would be no trace when we got back.
But that wouldn't get rid of the fact that Lydia had just lost her child.
It was the result of drunken, careless sex. We weren't thinking.
She would've been a mom. I would've been a father.
The night was quiet. So quiet that the moment Lydia sniffed back her tears, I heard it.
I glance over at her and see that she was quickly wiping her eyes.
I pull the car over.
"Lyds." I say, grabbing her hand.
She shakes her head as her bottom lip quivers.
"I'm okay. Keep driving." she sniffs.
"Look at me."
"Please keep driving." her voice breaks.
I grab her chin and turn her head. She closes her leaky eyes and sucks in a sharp inhale.
She's trying to keep this all bottled in. I cant let her do that.
"Baby," I say, "it's okay to cry. It's okay to let it out."
Just like that, her eyes pinch together tightly and her face scrunches up in sadness. She brings her hand up to cover her mouth and lets out a sob that sounded like she'd been keeping inside for hours.
I grab her by the hips and pull her onto my lap, hugging her tightly with her head buried into my neck and shoulder and her hands gripping onto my shirt.
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resurrect | h.s
Fanfiction(Completed!) I swore I saw him, standing there in the darkness. But it couldn't be him, he was gone. He was dead and he had been for a year now. // resurrect: verb -revive or restore the memory or being of something. // Lydia White has moved on w...
