July 20 Continued...

OMG LISTEN TO THE SONG WITH THIS SERIOUSLY PLS ILY

the song is The Lonely by Christina Perri btw

Harry POV

Bella and I just finished watching The Lion King. We love watching kids' movies together. I turn the TV off, and pick Bella up. She's still awake, but barely. I carry her up the stairs, and into my bedroom. I lift the sheets, and put her in her bed. I rest her head on the pillow, and tuck her in. She's wearing my blue t-shirt, and a headband in her hair. I go over to my drawers, and undress. I walk over to my bed in my boxers, and lift the sheets.
I hear a faint voice, "Harry."
I turn around, and smile at Bella, "Yes, sweetheart?"
I see her blushing, "Come snuggle?"
I walk over, and lay on her bed. She puts the sheets over my body. I lay flat on my back, and Bella wraps her arms and legs around me. Her head rests on my stomach.
As she drifts to sleep, I slowly start to try and slide out of bed. She clutches my hand as I start to move.
"Don't leave," she says, "Stay here."
"I'm always here," I say, drifting off to sleep.

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I wake up in the middle of the night. I feel something weird on my legs, on the sheets. Something must've spilled. I sit up, and get out of bed. I turn the light on, and Bella immediately awakes.
"Harry," she groans.
She gasps, and suddenly sits up. Blood is all over the sheets, and both of our legs.
"Bella!" I whisper yell. I pick her up as quickly as I can, and run into Clara's room. I flick the lights on.
Clara sits up, and rubs her eyes, "Harry, what the hell-"
She sees the blood, and jumps out of bed. We run down the stairs as quietly as we can, and out the door, barefoot. Clara grabs the keys, and gets in the car. She speeds off to the hospital. I sit in the backseat, holding Bella's hand.
"I'm scared," Bella starts crying.
"It's okay," I say, holding her.
I look out the front window. Clara runs a red light.
"Clara!" I yell. I see headlights coming towards us from the side.
Bella turns her head, and sees the truck. She gasps. I grab her as tight as I can.
"The baby!" she screams, clutching her stomach.
I look out the window, and see the truck stop short. We speed by.
There's a moment of silence. Bella opens her eyes, and looks at me.
"It's okay, we're okay," I tell her, "The truck stopped."
Bella hugs me, and nods, starting to cry.
We pull into the hospital, and Bella is still crying. I don't know if she's in shock, or just afraid.
As soon as Clara parks. I jump out of the car, carrying Bella. We run in, and Clara talks to the woman at the front desk. I place Bella in a wheelchair, then follow Clara to where the nurse said to go. We go into a hospital room, and Bella stands from the wheelchair. She sits on the bed. I sit in the chair, next to the bed.
Bella looks over to me, looking desperate, confused, worried.

Bella POV

I sit in the bed, and Harry looks at me. Desperately, dazed and worried. I glance at Clara. She's been calm, but I can tell she just doesn't want us to worry. I look back over to Harry. He stares right back at me, not saying a word. We all stay like that for a few minutes. Just staring.
I can't stand the silence anymore, "Harry."
I try to smile. He sits up in the chair, and I see the edges of his plump pink lips curl up a bit.
"Yes?" He responds quietly.
I lean forward, and take off my headband, "Your hair is a mess. Put this on."
He takes the headband from my hand, and slides it through his hair. He looks up at me.
"You look cute," I tell him, trying to smile.
"I probably look like shit," he says.
I frown, "I look like shit. I've got blood all over me."
"I do too," Harry says, taking my hand.
The doctor walks over.
"Hello, Bella?" he looks to me.
"Yes," I say, looking to Harry. Harry looks straight at the doctor. I look over to Clara, who also looks at the doctor. I look back to the doctor.
"Well," the doctor frowns, "You were only two weeks pregnant?"
I look over to Harry, who nods. I feel tears forming in my eyes. Something is definitely not right. It's not normal to bleed like this when you're pregnant.
"I'm afraid its a miscarriage," the doctor says, "You are free to leave, or rest here for the night."
I feel tears rolling down my cheeks. I am silent. I can't speak. I don't have anything to say. My throat dries up. Clara sits on the bed, and hugs me. After a minute, she gets up to talk to the doctor. I look at Harry. He looks at me for a second, tears in his eyes.

Then he looks down. I try to look away, at something else. It makes me sad to see him this way.
"Bella," Clara says, walking back from the doctor, "The doctor said you can get some rest here. I'll drive you home tomorrow morning. Harry and I will stay here with you."
"You guys can go home," I say to Clara.
Harry looks up again, "No. No, we're staying here."
I frown. I rest my head on the pillow, and close my eyes.

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Harry POV

I wake up the next morning, Clara is poking me.
"Harry," Clara says, "C'mon. We're leaving. Bella is waiting in the car."
I get up, and walk out with Clara. I get into the car. I sit in the back; Bella is in the front.
Clara starts the car.
"Bella," Clara says. Bella looks at her, and smiles. It's a forced smile. I can tell.
"I'm going to take you to our place," Clara says, "To wash up?"
Clara glances at Bella's bloody legs.
"I just want to go ho--" Bella says.
Clara interrupts, "You need to clean up, okay? Then I'll take you home."
"Okay," Bella agrees, "But I can bike home alone."
I decide not to argue with her. She's upset.
When we pull up to the house, Bella unbuckles her seatbelt, and gets out of the car. I follow behind her, walking into the house.
Clara goes into the kitchen where my parents are, to make sure they don't see us, bloody and everything.
Bella trudges up the stairs, and I plod behind. She opens the closet in the hall, and gets out a towel. She walks into the bathroom, and shuts the door. I walk up to the door, and hear the shower turn on. I lift my arm, and when I am about to knock, I let it drop to my side. I sit against the wall, across from the bathroom door. I wait to hear Bella's voice. I wait to hear her sing. I sit there, waiting. I hear the shower turn off. She didn't sing. She always sings...
Bella opens the door, and sees me. She looks at me for a minute, then heavily sighs, and walks into my room. I stand up and walk in behind her.
She walks up to my old toy chest, where all of the baby's toys and clothing are. Bella picks up one of the baby's bags.
"What are we going to do with this shit?" She asks, and drops it onto the floor. I see the tears in her eyes. She's not angry, she's upset. Depressed.
I stand there, and look at her. She stares at me blankly. She is a robot. She has no feelings at all.
She drops her towel on the ground, and stands there, naked. She walks over to her bag, and puts some clothing on.
I still stand there, frozen. When Bella is finished dressing, she picks up her bag, and walks out of my bedroom. I follow her as she walks down the stairs. When we reach the bottom of the stairs, she puts her shoes on, and opens the front door.
"Bella," I say quietly. She turns around. I lean in to kiss her, and she firmly places her palm on my chest.
She looks up to me, with tears in her eyes.
"Please, don't," she croaks. I step back.
She walks out the door. I want to chase after her, I want to tell her everything is going to be okay. I want everything to be okay, but it's not going to be. I feel depressed. This baby was our future.
I go back upstairs to my bedroom, and lay in my bed for a while. I don't know how long. Maybe two hours? I don't sleep. I stare at the ceiling. Finally, I get up, and get my phone. I call Bella. It rings seven times, then she picks up.
"Bella," I say, holding back tears.
"What do you want, Harry?" she tries to sound angry, but I can tell she's crying.
"I-I just," I don't know what to say, "Bella. What happens now?"
"Nothing!" she chokes up a bit, "I-I it's done! You can go and hook up with other girls now! Go have fun! We only stayed together because of this, and now it's gone!"
"Bella," I try to speak, "Please, I-I love you."
"I'm sorry," she croaks, "Bye, Harry."
She hangs up the phone.

Notes

oMG this is so freaking sad I'm sorry to make it sad I just.
ugh god okay well anyways lmk how you liked it and pls listen to that song its so good it makes me cry tbh but I'm like really emotional anyways so you probs won't cry.
okay
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