Change My Mind~ A One Direction Love Story.

Change My Mind - Part 8

I sit there in my car, sobbing. I may have only known of this baby for a minimal amount of days, but it was already part of me. I was supposed to love it until its last breath, but it didn't even get it's first. Scarlett was what I was going to name it, if it was a girl. I had a feeling that it was going to be a girl. A mothers intuition. I wipe away my tears and realize I have been sitting here for hours sobbing, and I now have to go meet Niall. I turn on my car a slowly start driving down the road. I realize I am going unbelievably slow, but I feel like if I go any faster, my anger for my loss will take over and I'll speed.

I arrive at the hotel and see Niall sitting in a waiting room chair, with a room key. I walk over slowly, but as soon as he sees me, he grabs my hand and begins walking down the hallway and into the elevator. As we go up he just watches me, not saying a word.

"Niall, I-" He cuts me off

"Be quiet!" He hisses at me

I stay quiet the rest of the way up. Once we reach the room, Niall pushes me on the bed. He starts kissing along my jaw and collar bone, and just as I'm about to tell him to stop, he presses his warm lips to mine. I roughly shove him off of me, pushing him to the floor. I didn't think it was that hard of an impact, but i guess I was wrong.

"What the fuck, Aala!" He shouts, his face red with anger

"Stop! You're such a fucking pig, Niall!" I hiss, tears stinging my eyes

"If you want help with this fucking baby, let me do what I want."

"It's ok Niall," I take a deep breath "I lost the baby..." I manage to squeak.

His usual soft blue eyes flare into anger. He starts screaming at me, asking how I could've let this happen. Saying it's all my fault, as he throws lap shades, and chair. As I'm about to exit the hotel room, I feel a hard, burning sensation as his palm met my cheek bone.

At the impact I break down crying. I fall onto my knees and hold my face in my palms, filling them with tears. I feel a arm wrap around me and curl me into his lap.

"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have been this way. I just, wanted you to love me. To love me the way I love you..." He whispers in his soft voice. The voice I met, but was beginning to forget. I manage to get over the Niall he is at this moent, the Niall I miss so much, and push him to the floor, pinning him. I've always been stronger than Niall so it wasnt hard to hold him down. Why am I stooping to his level? I roll off of him and begin sobbing again.

"Come on, Aala. Let's get you home to Harry," Niall says as he helps me up and starts walking me out the door.

-end of part 8'