Leyla's POV


Niall just left to get me some new clothes. I looked around the room for something to do, still too tired get up. Literally seconds after Niall left, a man walked. He had dark brown hair, brown eyes and wearing a Misfits t-shirt. He had a faint smell off alcohol. He walked over to my bed and sat I'm the chair Niall was sitting in. I knew him. I just couldn't come up with a name. I knew I should be angry and scared of him.

"Leyla." He spoke, is voice wasn't deep, moderate, and slurring his words a bit. "I heard you got in an accident. And lost the baby."

He was making me very mad now. I desperately wanted a daughter, and I knew Niall was so excited about having one. He started on the nursery the same day I told him I was pregnant.

"You lost some memory." He said as if stating not asking. "Do you remember me?" He reached out and touched my cheek.

I didn't know how to respond, so I slapped his hand away. He chuckled.

"I know you remember the paparazzi. I know how much you hate them. I have a...proposal for you. When you get too tired of the hate and rude comments..."

I looked down at my hands. He was right. I hated the paparazzi and rude comments from fans.

"Come be with me again." He continued, "Escape it all. We hide away from the paparazzi, move, and start a family of our own." He stroked my hair with his cold fingers.

"I told you to never come near me again, never talk to me, or even think about me." I snapped back.
"Hah." He chuckled. "Well, just think about it." He fiddled with a lock of my hair. I noticed Niall walk in with a look of shock and anger. He walked over and pulled the man back by his shirt.

"Mathias!" Niall yelled.

Mathias stumbled back, smirking. I watches as they argued, until Mathias walked towards the door stopping and telling to think about and to let him know. Niall rushed over to me making sure I was ok.

"That fucker." He ran his finger through his blonde hair. "If he comes near you again...I swear." I loved his Irish accent.

A knock on the door caught our attention. "Come in." Niall called. A man about 19 or 20 came in.

"Hello, Mrs. Horan." He greeted me. "You can be checked out today. I just have a few papers that need to be signed." He handed Niall the paper and he signed them handing the clip board back to the nurse. "Thank you. I see you've gotten clothes from the front desk. You can leave once your dressed."

"Thank you." I answered back. The nurse smiled and left.

"I'll leave you too change." Niall said kissing my forehead and leaving.

I got dressed and we left the hospital at about 9:08 p.m. My stomach hurt from the stitches to get the baby out. A tear rolled down my cheek as we drove home. Niall noticed and brushed it away with his thumb.

He kissed my cheek. "It'll be ok, sweetheart. I'm here with you through this."

The rest of the drive was silent. I just stared out the window. I felt like I was missing something in me. Besides the fact that i was. I felt like I was doing better than most women.

Notes

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