You Have A Miscarriage
AN: So if you cannot tell by the title this one may be a bit sad to some people.
Liam:
This couldn't be happening. You and Liam had tried so long and when you finally got pregnant, you couldn't have been more thrilled. Now here you were, leaving the doctor's office after just finding out you had miscarried the baby.
You were only 12 weeks along, and the doctor said that was normal, but still you had doubts. What had you done wrong? Could you have stopped this from happening? The answer probably was no, but you would always have that guilt. You barely made it home, and when you did you, you closed the door and broke down. You collapsed into the floor, sobbing. You hadn't noticed that Liam was home, so when he came running down the stairs, you tried to wipe away your tears, but failed miserably.
"Darling?! What's wrong? What happened?" You could barely speak through the tears,
"The b-baby.... It's gone.... The doctor said.... It wasn't my fault.... But he lied! It'll always be my fault!!!" You were screaming now as Liam took in everything you had just said. He picked you up and held you for a good 10 minutes before he spoke.
"Y/N, it is not your fault. Don't ever say that again." You just nodded as he stood up, still carrying you, to take you to bed. That night was a long and painful night. You would sleep for about an hour and the wake up from a nightmare.
Liam was up most of the night, staring at the ceiling and every time you'd look at him, you'd see a tear run down his face. Maybe it wasn't meant to be. Maybe you weren't meant to have a baby in your life right now...
Niall:
"Honey!!! I'm home!" You were sitting on the couch, in your pajamas, when Niall came in. "I brought dinner, princess."
You smiled and thanked him, but said, "I'm not hungry." He gave you a weird look but ate his food anyway. As he was eating, he was looking at you. Had he guessed? Was he going to blame you?
"Princess? You okay? You look kinda... sick. And how come you don't wanna eat? You got to eat for that little one." He said, gesturing to your belly, that hadn't even began to show... Now it would never show.
You felt a teat slide down your face, and you thought you had wiped it away before Niall could see, but you didn't. "Y/N? Please tell me what's wrong." You shook your head. He'd hate you. He'd divorce you. You continued to blame yourself, but you finally spoke.
"Niall, we lost the baby. It wasn't our fault... things just happen. We can try again soon." You were being strong, and had made it through what you had to say without crying, but then you saw your husband crying. That broke you. Now you were both in tears, sitting on the couch. He had his arms around your waist and your head was lying on his shoulder.
"Let's not be sad." He was still sniffling. "We can try again soon... It'll be just fine, princess." You smiled as he kissed a tear off of your face.
"I love you, Nialler."
"I love you too, Y/N."
Zayn:
You were four months pregnant, with your first child. You and Zayn hadn't even been married for a year yet, but things happened, and well you ended up pregnant. You were both ecstatic. Especially Zayn.
Too bad all of that happiness was turned upside down, when you went to what was supposed to be a regular check up. You had miscarried your baby. You were devastated. You could only imagine what Zayn was going to say. When you got home, you began to cry.
Zayn was on tour and you were left at home alone to deal with this tragic event. You sent Zayn a quick text and told him to get on Skype... it was important. As soon as you saw his beautiful face on the screen, the tears really began pouring.
"Baby girl! What's wrong? Is everything okay with the...is everything okay?" You could only shake your head.
"I lost the baby Zayn. Our baby's gone!!" You were screaming into the webcam. This was not in the picture for your perfect fantasy. Zayn had his head in his hands. He was crying. He never cried.
When he finally looked up, he said, "Y/N, it's not your fault. There's nothing you could've done different. The baby was just fine last week. Things... things... just happen. Maybe we weren't ready to be parents." You wiped away another tear and told Zayn bye. He had a show to go to, but you had no idea how he was going to perform. Maybe you should've waited till later to tell him.
You went to bed early that night, not bothering to eat. When you woke up the next morning, you found Zayn beside you in bed, with his hand on your belly. That put you into another fit of tears. That day was spent in bed. Doing absolutely nothing.
Louis:
Yesterday you had found out that you had had a miscarriage. You were only 6 weeks along, so you weren't really attached yet, but Louis sure was. He couldn't wait to be a dad, and he had only known you were pregnant for about 2 weeks.
You were at the mall, and you figured you'd tell him when you got home. You kept telling yourself to wait just another day, but in reality, you knew Louis had to know. You had been shopping all day and you were about to head out when Louis stopped and pointed. He was staring into the window of a baby store.
"Come on, Y/N!! Let's buy baby stuff!" You just stood there.
"No, Lou. Not now. I'm not even far along. Something could go wrong. Let's just wait."
"If you're tired and wanna go home just say so, love. But nothing's going to happen to that baby." You looked up at him, tears filing your eyes.
"Something... something already happened to our baby, Lou." Before you could draw any attention to you and Louis, he pulled you to the car.
"What do you mean, Y/N?"
You barely were able to say, "I had a miscarriage. The doctor said it wasn't my fault..." Louis cut you off with a kiss.
"We'll try again, okay?" You nodded as he drove you home. That night was spent cuddling in bed. You would have a baby with Louis... just not right now.
Harry:
Harry was driving down the road, on your way home from your doctor's appointment. Little Darcy was doing just fine and would be here in about 3 months. You were overjoyed. Harry was too. He was so happy to finally be a daddy. You and Harry were talking when suddenly everything went black. You could hear the faint sound of voices talking above you, but Harry's deep voice really stood out the most.
"Please don't leave me Y/N! I'm so sorry!" He was screaming and someone was telling him to be quiet.
Where were you? You had no idea. One second you were talking about a middle name for your little girl, and the next your somewhere under bright lights. You could hear machines beeping, you knew you were alive, but you were sleepy. When you woke up in the hospital bed, the first thing you saw was Harry.
He looked like he hadn't slept in a week. He had been crying and he was gripping the side of the bed so hard, that if he let go, you were sure he'd fall over.
"Harry... Wh-What happened?" You looked down at your belly, instantly knowing something was wrong. Darcy was always kicking when you were talking.
"I'm sorry, Y/N! Please don't be mad! We were in a car crash, and you lost the baby." Then you broke down. You were sobbing when the doctors came in, so they let you be.
Harry crawled into your hospital bed and you two stayed there for hours until you eventually had to go home, where you did the exact same thing: cuddled in bed together, in the silence.
AN: Okay so I am loving how many reas this is getting. Im super sorry for the delaye update but here it is.
Im going to have a rant. Why? Because I want to. So there are less than 100 days till the 1D concert and tbh I AM SO FREAKING EXCITED!!! I mean I've been waiting for this day for 512 days and OMG I can't wait.
Question: are you going to the take me home concert? Which one??
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