Change My Mind~ A One Direction Love Story.

Change My Mind - Part 7

I woke up early, and pulled myself out of bed. I kissed the still sleeping Harry on the side of his head and began getting dressed. I was preparing for my first doctors appointment to check on the baby, I pulled out my phone and called Niall as I started stalking out into the hallway, and closing my door lightly. He answered in mumbles, and I could tell he was still sleeping when I called. 

"Niall, I'm keeping the baby whether you want to help or not." I said roughly, still mad at his previous suggestion of abortion. 

"You couldn't have waited until at least nine?" He snapped

"Well, I'm going for my first ultra sound, so I thought I'd let you know. Stop being a ignorant prick, Niall."

"Aala, I... " His voice trails off. I knew he'd have nothing to say, and just as I'm about to hang up on him...

"I'll help with the baby, under one condition," He says cheerfully

"What?" I sneer back, knowing something devious is going to happen

"Leave Harry. I know he come to your house, and tried getting you back in which you clearly accepted. I want you to be mine. Also, no child of mine will be raised with parents that are not together. Come on, Aala. Think about it, I can treat you so much better," He pleads

Just as I'm about to lash out on him, I realize how selfish I'm being. Think of my baby, I don't want my baby to live in the same environment I did. I swallow hard before responding.

"I'll think about it. Meet me at the Blue Moon Hotel at five thirty, and we'll talk then." I say holding back tears.

"Great, babe. See you then." He says. I can feel him smirking even through the phone. 

I hang up and pull myself into my bright pink convertible, blasting my radio. I want to know everything I can about my baby. I want to know it's gender, weight, personality! I want it to be born as a teenager, so I can know what it's like! Out of all of these thoughts, I remember the most important thing right now, Harry and Niall. 

I arrive to the doctors office, excited, pumped, and torn. I decide to focus on my baby right now. I walk into the office and smile at the lady at the front desk.

"An appointment for Malik," I say sweetly

"Yes, you're right here! For an ultra sound. Expecting?" She asks politely 

"Yes, I am" I grin and begin to get butterflies. 

 The lady hands me a pink slip of paper before taking a glance at a magazine a woman in the waiting room is holding. Of course, the cover is about me and Harry's split that only recently went public. She looks at me now, noticing my watering eyes.

"Sweetie, it gets better. Is he the father?" She says with a soothing voice

I can't even force myself to say no. I just shake my head lightly then let a few tears fall, as she directs me into the doctors office. She quickly wipes my tears and hugs me. She straightens my posture and makes me look official before I enter. I walk in slowly.

"Hello, Dr.Phann," I say sounding sophisticated 

"Hello, Ms.Malik" He says back.

"Please, call me Aala," I insist.

Dr.Phann directs me to the table I lay on, and i lift up my shirt to reveal my tummy.  He squeezes transparent blue gel on my belly, and uses some tool to rub it all around my stomach. I look at the doctors facial expression, to see him slightly confused.

"Aala, have you had any extreme blood loss since your pregnancy? To the extent of blurred vision, or even being unconscious," he asks softly

"Uhm, yes I have. Why?" I ask, beginning to get worried. 

"Because I can't find a heartbeat. It may just be you have a slightly smaller child and it's harder to locate though. Let me run some tests." 

He leaves the room, and I start panicking. No heartbeat? Dr.Phann comes in moments later, with a serious face plastered over his usual happy go lucky facial appearance.

"Aala, I'm so sorry but, your baby has died in the womb due to loss of oxygenated blood,"

-End of part 7-