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Can we do it all over, over, and over again?

your loss babe

Harry's POV:
"STAY WITH ME EVIE, PLEASE BABY!" I am running next to the bed that she is being taken away. "I'm sorry sir you are going have to wait here" the nurse say as she blocks me from going any further. "PLEASE HELP HER AND OUR BABY PLEASE" I yell out with tears coming down my face. I have no idea what happened one minute we were talking and then she collapsed. I pray for Evie to be ok and our baby I know how excited and happy Evie is about becoming a mother even though I don't share the same thoughts about it.

It has been two hours since Evie has been gone why won't anyone tell me anything.
"Mr Styles?" I shot up from the chair and the nurse is opposite me, "why don't you take a seat" which I do and she sits next to me. "How's Evie?" I ask straight away. "She's fine, she is asleep and we don't know when she will wake up, but she will be fine" she says and I sigh in relief. "The baby?" I then ask, "Well when we took Evie in she lost a lot of blood." My heart starts to race "I'm sorry, but we couldn't do anything she miscarried" I drop my head down and cover my face with my hands. The nurse puts her hand on my shoulder and then walks away.

I am sitting beside Evie holding her hand. I have not stopped crying for her and the baby, yes I didn't want to be part of its life but now that it's gone I feel sharp pain of guilt, but the worst part is when I have to tell Evie.

I then feel her hand twitch, "Evie I whisper, I can see her eyes fluttering. I stand up and go beside her head and use my thumb to caress her forehead. "Evie" I repeat her name. "Hmmm" she says trying to get up "No, no don't get up" I slowly push her back to the pillows. "Harry is that you?" she croaks. "Yea, I'm here" I sit back down and grab her hand and she smiles. "What happened?" she asks me, crap I have to break her heart. "You don't remember?" I slow down this horrible process. "No, not really, wait Harry the baby is evr-----" I don't let her finish. "Evie I am so sorry" I start to break down and cry and bury my head on her bed. "What do you mean Harry?" I lift my head up, my eyes all red and puffy. She is looking at me as her eyes stare deep into mine. "Evie" I sound a bit more obvious and she snatches her hands out of mine. She starts to breath heavily. I return to sobbing, "I am so, so sorry Evie".
"NO YOUR NOT" she yells. "Evie what I know your upset but"
"THIS MUST BE THE HAPPIEST DAY OF YOUR LIFE HARRY!" she yells again, I know she is angry but what she is saying is completely untrue. "Go" she whispers, but I remain seated. "No Evie I'm not leaving you." I try and promise her.
"I said go Harry" she repeats but I still don't move. "GO HARRY ARE YOU DEAF JUST FUCKING GO!" she says more angry which makes me stand up and leave.



Evie's POV:
How did my life go from some what perfect to miserable in the matter of hours. A few hours ago I was happy, completely my final exam and now a couple of weeks from finally graduating and now my whole world has come crashing down. I wasn't pregnant for that long but I already felt a connection with my unborn child and I was happy and excited to be a mother but that has been taken away from me. I don't know what I have done to deserve this, but one thing is clear I need to make some major decisions regarding my life.

"Here come rest love" Louis carries me to the couch at our house, he lays me down and puts a blanket on me. "Can we get you anything Evie?" El asks me and I just nod, "What is it babe" she says. "A drink please"
"Ok tea, coffee, soft dr---"
"Some vodka please" I cut her off and everyone looks at me. "What" I look at them all.
"Do you think that's a good idea?" Liam asks, "Um yea, why not" I raise my voice a bit.
"Evie maybe you should" Sophia says but again I cut her off. "What I want a alcoholic drink Niall and I have had our last exam and we want to celebrate" I say looking at Niall. "Right Niall?" I question him, but he doesn't say anything. "Fine I'll get it myself then" I throw the blanket off me and storm into the kitchen.

I am so dizzy right now, everyone is sleeping and I basically locked myself in my room. I am drunk slightly, I still know what I am doing. Once everyone went to bed which was a couple of hours ago I got more 'drinks' from the kitchen and guzzled it down like it was water, what I'm not pregnant anymore so why not? I go into my closet and find my beanie and put my shoes on
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I quietly make my way downstairs, every time I step down it's like the whole room is moving so I hold the railing and move slower, yep that's the alcohol. I tip toe to the front door and close it slowly and quietly.

I pound hard knocking on his door I don't care what time it is I keep pounding, wow my knuckles are really going to hurt tomorrow seeing as I can't feel anything right now everything is numb. Finally he opens the door. "Evie what are you doing here, it's late" Harry says wearing only his boxer shorts which I'm surprised. He steps more back into his house and I move closer in. "Evie" he looks at me, since I am just looking at him I take another sip of my vodka and toss it outside and crash my lips into his. He closes the door and we continue to kiss he picks me up and lays me on the couch. "Please Harry make me forget" I whisper and go back to his lips and kiss him hard, then I straddle him, I start to kiss his neck making him moan and make my way down and start to remove his boxer shorts but he stops me. "Evie" he says but I keep kissing his neck and now his bare chest. "Stop, Stop!" he lifts himself off me, he stands and fixes his boxer shorts. "It's not the way Evie". I smack both my hands on my thighs and stand up. "FINE" I put my hands up in defence, "your loss babe". I whisper in his ear and storm out of his house.

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