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Harry.

"Do you want to watch this one?" Clara asks, my eyes distracted by her little body. She's kneeling on the front of the bed with her bottom resting back, her body adorning one of my band tees.

"Hmm?" I hum, not paying attention. She turns to look at me, my eyes meeting hers.

"Do you want to watch this movie?" her small voice asks, my eyes looking at the screen. I don't know what it is, but I don't care. I just want to hold her.

"Sure," I say, grabbing my phone. I take a picture of her and post it, captioning it 'best sight in the world'. I reach out and grab her waist, lifting her and pulling her in between my legs. She rests back on my body and I hug her close to me, not wanting to let her go. I'm not used to the feeling yet.

I don't know why, but when she told me she loves me, my mind went blank and all I saw was her green eyes. It was that moment I knew she's the one. I don't think I can have anyone else but her. She's real. Clara is real and mine. I'm so fucking in love it's amazing.

Through the course of the movie, she turns and wraps her arm around my neck. She rests her head in the crook and I kiss her hair, my arms hugging her close.

We finish the movie and I lay her down, letting her rest. I shut the lights off and then the TV, getting back in bed with her.

She curls into me and I hold her close, falling asleep completely content with my girl.

I wake up in the middle of the night to something crashing, my body alone in bed. My feet collide with the floor and I run to where I heard the noise, my hand grabbing the doorknob to the bathroom.

"Clara," I beg, the door locked. I grab the key that unlocks it from the outside and I open the door, my stomach dropping.

"H-Harry," she cries, my hands grabbing her arms. Blood covers the floor, but her arms are completely clean. I take notice to her thighs covered in blood and I'd much rather comfort her than worry about her period.

"It's...It's not," she shakes her head, my arms holding her close. She's so curled in my arms, my head resting beside hers.

"What's wrong?" I ask softly, her body trembling. I have no idea what's going on.

"H-Harry, there...there was..." she pauses unable to talk. I start the bath and she hugs me, her arms not loosening.

"No, please," she begs when I move away, her eyes filled with fear. I kneel, cupping her face.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I ask, her hands grabbing my wrists and tightly holding them.

"It...It...baby," she manages, her lips quivering.

"What? It's okay, Clara. Deep breath," I whisper, kissing her forehead.

"Baby...baby," she keeps saying, my eyebrows furrowing. I'm so confused. I take the shirt off her body and then her panties, cleaning her body and letting her relax.

"I-I haven't had...my period," she whispers, my hand on the back of her head as she rests on me while she lays in the tub.

"Didn't you just get it?" I ask, her breathing still quick. She shakes her head and I kiss her hair, trying to keep calm and let her relax.

"I missed it, for the past few months," she whispers, my other hand washing her legs. I don't know where she's going with this.

"H-Harry, I-I think...I-I think I was...pregnant," she whispers, my eyes widening. I freeze for a second before everything starts to make sense. She was so happy she was finally gaining weight, the increase in appetite, and now this.

"So...you...miscarried?" I ask, her head nodding slowly. I keep my nose in her hair and hold her, not wanting to move for fear she'll think I don't want her anymore. But I myself am mixed with emotions. We've been so careful with condoms that I didn't think this could happen. The chances of the condom breaking were slim but maybe one did. The only thing I have in my head right now is that I need to be here for Clara.

"There...the baby," she says, my head turning to look where she's looking. I see a small box, assumedly the one I had in the closet, and I don't even have the courage to look.

"What do you want to do?" I ask, her hand holding my shirt while the other holds my arm.

"Bury...the box," she whispers, my head nodding. I kiss her forehead and she shifts, my arms lifting her up. I dry her off and wrap her in the towel, taking her in my arms again.

"Everything is okay. It's scary, but I'm here. No worries," I whisper, my arms hugging her close.

"W-We could have had...Harry," she shakes, my hands holding her close. It's such a scary thought, and I know this will take a toll on her. I just have to promise her I'm here.

"I know, Clara. I'll be here for you," I tell her, kissing her hair.

I help her get dressed and then lay her in bed, telling her to rest. My feet walk into the bathroom and I grab the box, walking downstairs. I walk outside and to the shed, grabbing a shovel. For the next hour I dig and bury the box, marking it with a stone. My lips release a sigh and I walk upstairs, rinsing off in the shower. Once I clean up the bathroom, I notice Clara sitting up in bed.

"Clara," I call out, her sad eyes looking at me. I can tell she's so upset, and I am as well. It's settling in that we lost a baby we could have had.

"It hurts," is all she gets out, and I feel as though I can't get to her quick enough. She's crying by the time my arms are around her and she clings onto me, my hands rubbing over her back.

It's in holding her and understanding the pain that I finally feel it. The pain comes and I let my eyes shut, crying with her.

"I won't ever let you go," I promise to her, her hands holding onto my shirt.

"Promise?" she whispers, my beautiful girl holding me close.

"I promise on my life," I assure, meaning every word. I lay back down and keep her resting on me, her head buried in my neck.

"I love you, Harry," she sniffles, my hand grabbing hers and kissing the back.

"I love you more, baby. Always," I say, kissing each finger before kissing her hair. I hold her close as we cope with the pain, her eyes closed. The circumstances aren't that great but I know we'll get through this. We're together.

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