Y/N's POV.
He's gone.
He's just gone.
"Y/N, please listen to me. Or just look at me. Please. It's okay, love." Niall rubbed my shoulder, not helping at all but giving me comfort.
"You haven eaten in days, come on." He continued to beg me. I don't want anything. I just want him.
Harry died a week ago.
Investigators are still searching the cause but I don't care about to the cause, I care about him. I cared.
"Niall.." I said in a low and raspy tone. The soabbing of the last week making my voice sound weak. "What's wrong, love?" He asks rubbing my back.
"He left me a letter. When we got married he wrote a letter that titled, When I die." I felt the need to just fall on the ground and cry and never get up. This feeling feels endless.
I'll never be able to see him again. I'll never be able to hold his hand, give him random kisses, I'll never be able to start a family with him-
"Niall!" He snapped to look at me. "Are you okay?" He asked.
"I think I'm pregnant." I whispered.
"What? Y/N that's crazy, you can't be.." He kept his voice calm. He knew it could be possible but it was difficult to think he could have another part of Harry somewhere in this world.
He looked at me, unsure if I knew exactly what was going on in my body. "Are you positive?" He asked.
I nodded slowly, a smile on my face, one that wasn't there almost for ages it felt.
Harry and I had sex. We were planning to start a family, of course he didn't use a condom. I think it's both good and bad. My baby won't ever see his or her dad but I'll have a part of Harry.
Niall hugs me. He doesn't stop.
"Everything's going to be okay, Y/N. Don't overthink it. Let the little kiddo into the world. I'll be here to help you."
I know Niall doesn't mean it in the way Harry would but I can't stop myself from giving Niall a quick kiss on the cheek.
It'll all be okay.