-Charlotte's POV-


It's been 3 weeks since I left New York.
3 weeks since i've heard from my best friend.
3 weeks since i've heard from my ex-boyfriend.
3 weeks since i've spoken to any other person.

I don't even know if Lydia is still in New York. She never text me back and to be honest I don't blame her, i'm a bitch.

Moving back to London has been hard, even if New York was only a holiday.

My small cold apartment has been lonely and lacking a beautiful Irishman and my bed has been extra empty.

I'm still not showing so I'm still working at the moment, deciding how long I can keep the baby a secret for. Thank god, being a photographer, my job isn't too demanding so even though I am normally stood up, it's normally just in one place.

I checked the clock and saw that it was 11 o'clock on this fine saturday morning. I decided I better drag myself out of bed and feed the two of us.

I sat up and swung my feet over the edge of the bed when I realised where I'd been lying was wet.

I lifted up the duvet and gasped at the sight I saw.

Blood.

Everywhere.

I stood up and a sharp pain shot through my abdomen.

I waddled to the side, still bleeding and grabbed the phone.

"999, what's your emergency?" the women on the other end of the phone asked politely.

I gasped and spluttered trying to get my words out without fainting or crying.

"I-I I need an ambulance… I'm 7 weeks pregnant and i'm b-b-bleeding." I cried out.

The woman on the line calmed me down and I read of my address, she stayed on the line, trying to assure me we'd both be okay whilst I heard sirens filling the street bellow.



"Is their someone to help you down?" She asked soothingly.

"No." I chocked out. "There's just me, but the doors open."

"Okay sweetie, don't you worry. They're here now."

The two paramedics carried me down the stairs and into the back of the ambulance before doing all their check-ups and driving me to the hospital.







At the hospital I was rushed into theatre and I couldn't concentrate for long enough to realise what they were doing to me, all I could think was how I'd never experienced this much pain before.

I shut my eyes for a split second and images of Harry crying over this came in to my head.

I blinked ferociously to get them out before screaming out in excruciating pain.

"PLEASE," I screamed out. "PLEASE MAKE IT STOP BLEEDING."

That's the last thing I remember before blacking out.







I awoke in a hard, cold hospital bed, connected to thousands of wires, eyes tightly shut by excess tears that had previously stained my cheeks.

I moved too fast and the machine next to me started obnoxiously bleeping and a nurse was in in the blink of an eye.


"May I ask how old you are Miss?" She asked me curiously.

"19." I whispered out.

She looked me dead in the eye, holding back the tears before continuing.

"I'm so sorry for your loss. You're far to young to know this pain."

"It was a girl, wasn't it."

She nodded slowly before leaving again.





Speechless.

It hurt.

It hurt more than leaving Niall.

It hurt more than Harry hitting me.

It hurt more than when my Mum left me for her new toy-boy.

It still hurt as I cried silent tears and I picked up my phone and clicked speed dial number one.

It still hurt when the girl the other side of the phone picked up and obliviously answered "hello?", obviously having deleted my number.

And it hurt even more when she sympathised with me as if she knew my pain when I uttered the words to her I never wanted to pass my lips.


"I lost the baby Lydia. I lost my baby girl."

Notes

THE END MY LOVELIES.

Thanks for being so great and I may make a sequel depending on responses:))

Sorry if you totally hated the ending but I wanted to end on a little drama so their we have it.

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