Harry’s POV

I paced back and forth in front of her room, waiting for the doctor to come out. Today has made a week since she was put in the coma and they decided they would check and see if she was okay to be woken up or not. It felt like hours had passed when her door came open, a doctor and two nurses coming out.

“Good news. She’s ready to come out. I’ve already woken her up but she’s probably asleep.” The doctor said, motioning back towards the room.

“Wouldn’t she be wide awake if she’s coming out of a coma? I mean, she’s been asleep all this time.” I say, running my fingers through my hair.

“Her being in a coma doesn’t necessarily mean she’s been asleep and even if she did sleep the entire time, it wasn’t a full comfortable sleep. You’re free to go in and see her.” He explained motioning towards her door.

Before I could say anything he turned on his heel and walked away with the two nurses following, leaving me alone. I took in a deep breath and walked in to the quite room. The lights were dimmed and the curtains were shut tight over the windows, not one ray of sunshine filtering through. I pulled up a chair, scooting it right next to the bed before silently sitting down in it.

Nichole was laying on her back, her arms beside her body and her head tilted away from me. I don’t know how long she’s been light that but I can hope and pray she did that right before I came in here. Her head was wrapped up in a bandage and I’m pretty sure her waist was to from where they had the surgery.

I reached up and gripped her hand tightly, blinking away the tears in my eyes. I’m the reason this happened. I didn’t tell her about Kendall and this is what I’ve caused. If I would have just answered every call instead of ignoring them, if I would have told her we wouldn’t be in this situation. She would be happy, healthy and glowing with a new baby on the way.

The though of the baby was just too much. The tears spilled out of my eyes and I rested my forehead on the back of Nichole’s hand. The baby. My sweet baby girl. She’s gone because of me. Dylan and Darcy won’t have a baby sister because of my idiocy. Nichole lost a child she’s been carrying for almost four months because of me. I’ve killed one of my own children. What have I done? Will Nichole still hate me? Is she still going to leave me? What about Dylan and Darcy, will I be able to see them?

Nichole’s hand twitched, making me snap my head up. I watched her head slowly turn towards me, her face scrunched up in pain at the sore muscles. She went to raise her arm to rub her neck but her eyes shot open and she let out a little painful groan and slowly lowered her arm.

“That rib is going to take a while to heal.” I say gently, squeezing her hand. She slowly looked at me, blinking a few times at me until sudden realization of the whole thing came to her.

Her eyes filled up with tears and she held my hand tightly. I stood from the chair to prop myself up beside her on the bed. I held one hand while my other roamed to her face, wiping away the little wet balls that rolled down her cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have freaked out. Harry, I was pregnant and I got into the wreck and she’s gone now. I’m so -” she began, her voice sounding frantic as she panicked.

I cut her off by grabbing her face with both hands and kissing her squarely on the lips. I could feel my own tears run down my face but I ignored them, pulling back to look at her face.

“Nichole, I thought I lost you. You shouldn’t apologize, I should have told you about what was going on. I’m so sorry, baby. I’m sorry.” I say, my voice cracking as she cried harder, wincing at the pain in her side when she hiccuped.

“There’s nothing going on with Kendall. Management thought it would be a good idea for us to hang out with the celebrities here and they all thought the Kardashian’s and the Jenner’s were a good start. I swear to you, Nichole, I would never hurt you like that. I’m sorry, baby.” I said, kissing her lips and then her forehead before searching her eyes. Did she believe me? She was quite for a moment, silent tears falling before her mouth opened to speak.

“I know. I should've known better. If I would have listened to you, I would have never lost Diana.” She said, her voice breaking at the end.

“Diana?” I asked, my heart breaking as she cried and nodded her head.

“The baby was a girl. We was going to name her Diana. Harry, I’m sorry, I should have told you as soon as I found out I was pregnant. I’m sorry I didn’t, I was so scared and I didn’t know how to tell you. I just- I’m sorry.” She apologized over again, shaking her head as I grabbed her face with both hands, making her look at me.

“Shh, it’s okay. We are okay.” I say, kicking off my shoes and sliding underneath the thin covers to hold her. I wrapped her up in my arms, cooing to her as she cried.

After a while the tears stopped and she drifted off you sleep, leaving me wide awake. I played with the ends of her long hair, watching her sweet face as she slept. This is all my fault. I should have told her. Now, not only does she have to deal with the injuries of the wreck, she also has to mourn for our lost child. The one she carried for nearly four months before my stupidity caused Nichole to lose her. Someone that was growing inside, a baby girl that she had grown attached to.

I sighed and rested my cheek on the top of her head, pulling the blanket further up on her body to keep her warm. I stared at the wall until my eye lids started to droop, leaving me to fall into a shallow sleep.

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