-Harry's POV-

"and she was gone. Just like that my baby was gone. When the nurse came in my room she looked at me with such sympathy I wanted to throw up. I was angry, and upset, and alone. I just felt stupid. I couldn't look after something that was inside of me, so how could I look after myself I thought.
I killed her Harry. I'm a murderer." She spat. "That's all that was going through my head for weeks when I decided i'd had enough. I went to the doctors and they gave me anti-depressants and on my way home from the doctors I picked up a 2 litre bottle of vodka. I got home and took a handful of tablets with the bottle of vodka. I decided if I couldn't look after my baby, I wasn't worth anything.

If Lydia hadn't come back from New York to check on me… i'd be fucking dead. With my dead baby. Like I deserve.

But, no one will let me have that satisfaction. So, right now, i'm sat here with you.



I promised myself i'd never talk to you again you know?" She asked lightly after the moment of silence i'd kept while processing everything she'd just told me.

Charlotte was beyond drunk - and it was only 1pm - telling me the story of our baby, slurring her words, tears pouring down her face.

Her last question got me good, but I was too shocked to respond because she'd just dropped the second bombshell on me within an hour.

She tried to kill herself.

My angel tried to kill herself.



I leaned forward and lightly grabbed her face.

"But," I asked lightly. "You'd never do something as stupid as that now, would you?"

She shook her yea lightly, before looking at me quizzically.

"Do you love me Harry?" She asked.

I stared at her for a minuet before she burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" I asked slightly smirking.

"Us. We're funny" She paused to take a breath from laughing, before abruptly stopping and looking at the floor.

"I still love Niall you know." She said, quietly, as if she didn't want me to hear.

"Right," she stood up, wobbling from how much she'd had to drink. "Back to work." She giggled, falling about everywhere.

I grabbed her lightly and spun her round to face me.

"I don't think that's a good idea, trouble." I chuckled before tapping her on the nose.

She giggled.

"Bed time for Charlotte!" She proclaimed.


Just as I was leading Charlotte to her bedroom there was a sharp knock on the door.

"I'll get it." She sang, before ducking out of my grasp and skipping to the door.

She opened it and smiled widely.

"Look Harry!" She shouted to me before widening the door so I could see who it was who had come for her. "My ex-boyfriends here!" She exclaimed. She put her hand over her mouth so Niall couldn't see it before doing the worst stage whisper i'd ever seen. "Should I tell him I still love him and that we can be together now because I lost the baby?" she giggles lightly.

The colour drains from Niall's face.

How she can go from insanely crying drunk one second to insanely happy drunk the next is beyond me.

"I'll er- I'll wait out here while you put her to bed so she can sober up." Niall says to me, shutting the door behind him and motioning towards the couch. Not looking Charlotte in the eye once.

"Okay." I whisper, before walking over to Charlotte -who is now crying - and carrying her to her room.







Just as I turn Charlotte's bedroom light of and about to shut the door she calls out for me quietly.

"Harry?" She whispers, slightly slurring her words. "You called me an angel."

"Yes baby." I respond from the door.

I can't see her face, but I can tell she's crying.

"Will you help me see Amelia then?" She asks softly. "That's what I called the baby Hazza. Amelia. Help me get to her."

I can't help but cry silently at the fact Charlotte is asking me to help her die.

I can't loose both my girls.

I sigh softly.

"Please Charlotte, just go to sleep." I ask her. "I promise you i'll talk to you about this when you wake up."

I hear her snuggle into the duvet and start to lightly snore.

I step out her room and shut the door softly behind me before I make my way to the sofa and sit down opposite Niall.

We both look at each other and cry together.










After a good 20 minuets of silence I clear my throat and look up at Niall again.

"She wants to die." I tell him, quietly, believing if I say it quietly enough it isn't true.

Notes

urghhh,

I'm so sick and busy rn so here's a quick crappy update, and it's thunder and lightening-ing where I am and I'm home alone and I hate storms so i'm freaking out.



Also, in dance we've been doing 'Move' Little Mix's new single recently and lets just say I have a new respect for people who sing and dance at the same time, my poor lungs D:


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