Beau Babies / h.s

Picking Up The Fallen

   Again, I sat awake until the morning. Annalise was crying all through the night, she then woke up Noelle who wouldn’t stop screaming. So I now, after they’d finally settled, I had two sleeping babies in either arm,

   Niall stuck his head through the door, his eyes widened as he saw me, “God,” He whispered, “You look even worse than yesterday,”

   “Cheers,” I moaned my head dropping back slightly, I picked it back up and pulled my eyes back open,

   “You alright?” He asked,

   “Yeah,” I yawned exhaustedly, “Just tired,”

   Niall sat beside me and slipped Noelle out of my left arm, “How about I take them out and you get a bit of sleep?” He suggested,

   “Are you sure?” I asked not even bothering to object because I actually didn’t mind the idea of going to sleep. And I never thought that silence could be considered so blissful…

   “Of course I am,” Niall smiled kindly and rubbed my back in small circles, “So you go back to sleep and I’ll get them out of your hair for a while,” I placed Annalise carefully in her cot, luckily, she didn’t wake up. Yet. I stopped by the edge of the door, “Go.” Niall said sternly,

   Nodding, I plodded back into my own room and lay down my bed. Within a minute, I was asleep.

   It couldn’t of been long but when I awoke, I couldn’t get back to sleep, no matter how much I tossed and turned under the duvet, so, I decided to get up and have a shower, hoping it would refresh my body and mind,

   “Come on Bobbie,” I muttered to myself as I stepped into the shower. The water ran over me and I thought I’d feel better but in fact, it made me feel worse. I wanted to go back to bed, but I couldn’t just lay there and try to get to sleep, I felt like I needed to do something, but I didn’t have the energy,

   I pulled on a pair of blue jeans and a white long sleeved top, I had about five all in different colours, and worn all in one week. It’s not like I had anyone that I needed to impress after all,

   Yawning again, I forced my body to walk past my bed and out the door. It was only about eleven, but the house was still, I assumed that they’d all gone out with the girls who hopefully weren’t crying already,

   For some reason, I crept silently into the kitchen where Harry was standing by the back door looking out to the back garden,

   I didn’t say a thing but walked around him, and the table, to the sink, “I’m sorry,” I heard the fragile words slip from his mouth,

   “What?” I didn’t turn to even look at him, but he was looking at me, I could tell,

   “Aria’s gone,” Harry murmured, that was the last thing I was expecting to hear, so I turned to him with my eyes wide with surprise, but they were also blinded with tiredness, “I don’t know what I was thinking, bring her back here. I was just…I still am…really stupid…”

   “Right,” I croaked, turning back to the sink, I pulled a glass out and discovered my trembling hand,

   “I thought you’d be more pleased,” Harry told me, I looked at him briefly but didn’t reply, “You know I gave her up for you, I thought that you…” My hearing stopped completely, but I could tell Harry was going off on one of his never ending rants,

   His voice was replaced by a deafening buzzing sound, everything seemed oddly fuzzy. Fumbling for the tap, I filled my glass with cold water and held it to my lips. The last thing I heard before I blacked out was the smash by my foot as the glass slipped from my shaky hand onto the floor. Then, darkness flooded my vision as I hit the floor with a smack…