Trophy wife -1D not famous

She's been laying on the hospital bed for two days now.
The doctor told me that she was alright and that this was normal. He also told me that the baby was alright.


I've been holding her hand for the last 48 hours. I didn't leave her side. I want to be the first to see her awake. I want to apologise for the fact that I wasn't there to protect her from that douche.


After all, this was all my fault.
If it wasn't for the idiotness towards the baby, she would have never left London and she wouldn't have to be on that hospital bed.


Meanwhile I had time to get to know Pilar, Pablo, and the story behind the stupid boy's abuse.


Turns out, he was a summer romance of hers and he always waited for her to come back. When he saw her back in Marbella, he thought that she was sick of me, and that she was finally back for him. When she rejected him, they fought and he ended up hitting her.



I don't believe that he loved her. He was just obsessed with her. I mean, I'm also obsessed with her, but that's because I love her.



Pilar told me that an abortion was a thing that Emma would never do. She says that the baby is innocent and has no fault on what happened.


I was also able to see and notice things that I've never noticed on her.



Like for example, the small one or two freckles on her cheeks, the paleness on her lips and of her skin, that has always been there. Not just now, here in the hospital, but always. Remembering how blue her eyes are. How beautiful her smile is. How cute are her laughs and her giggles. How she cares about people she knows and about people she doesn't. Her voice when she sings. Everything about her amazes me.


I called my mother, sister, father and step father. I told then everything. My mother was disappointed with me, more than anything. But I couldn't blame her. I made the biggest mistake by telling her to abort. However, she was happy that the baby was alright and that she she was also happy that I came back for them. My sister and step father also told me that the three of them will be here in Marbella tomorrow.

My father, was delighted over the fact that I finally settling down and that I was going to start a family.


...


Nurses came in and out during the whole day. They said that "they were making sure that my girlfriend and baby were alright".


My family arrived half an hour ago and so did the boys, their girlfriends, Charles, Rose and her grandparents. None of us warned her parents. We didn't even considered that an option.



My mother looked at Emma, and even thought she's unconscious, she told that she found her beautiful, and that if I loved her, that she should also be beautiful on the inside.


My sister, Gemma, has been near me, telling me that everything is going to be alright and that the douche bag will be taken under the police's custody. To make his case faster, I made sure that the police knew who was the victim, and that the boy could have killed the baby.


The lads have been extremely supportive and so hate the girls and Charles. Turns out that Eleanor was also pregnant and that all of them already knew about our baby. The were with her when she took the test.




Eleanor reacted pretty bad when I told them why did she leave.



It was the night before my departure to Marbella, and everyone was around. Eleanor and Louis used the moment to tell us all that they were having a baby and that she was already some months pregnant. They were sitting on my black leather couch and once I told them the reasons for her run away, El got up and was about to attack me. Louis had to hold her back while telling her that her getting nervous and mad was bad for the baby. That seemed to work, because that same minute Eleanor calmed down.



The small hospital room couldn't fit more than ten people, however we were more than ten and when would go there half of us had I leave, only staying me, Rose, El and her grandparents inside.


A small, shy, husky, however melodic voice woke me up from my thoughts.







"Harry?"














She was finally awake.

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