Now that Mya has made a run for it, will she be able to survive running from the Mafia, staring a new life and love without been caught?
But what will this mean for Harry and his unbearable love for mya. Will he be able to accept that she has finall...
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Mya Amalia Present day
I'm completely and utterly shitting myself. I do not want to see Harry, I'm not prepared. I have so much other stuff going on that quite frankly I don't have the mental head space to see him and to have to break the news that our baby isnt here. What if he hates me for it? What if he blames it on me? What do I do.
Poppy kindly enough offered to do my makeup and hair for today. I completely forgot that she was my personal stylist at one point. Well, she does own her own saloon now and I could never be prouder of her. Niall got in contact with Poppy and they have hit back off again, she said they are going out for a drink after the chat with Harry and me.
I run my fingers through my hair and sigh. "What if he blames me for it? How in the world am I going to be able to tell him that his child isn't alive?" My anxiety is slowly taking over my mind as I just speak my mind to poppy.
She pauses doing her mascara to look at me through her mirror. "Have you taken your anxiety meds today?" She questions, I frown before shaking my head. "Go take them, give it ten minutes and then we will speak sweetheart." She kindly smiles at me.
I nod my head and leave the room and go into the bathroom, I open up the cabinet and take out my prescription.
"Stressed?" Quinn's voice becomes present from beside me, I turn my head to look at him and nod. Hes such a sight for sore eyes, he comes in further into the bathroom and pulls me into his embrace. I wrap my arms around his body tightly.
Quinn's hugs are like a warm bath, I can't get enough of them, warmth just radiates off him and it's an honour to be able to call him my partner. His large hands engulf my small frame as he rubs my back. "It will be okay. I promise you, harry will have to understand. What he doesn't know is that you have had this massive weight of guilt and grief from Ayah's death. It's nobody's fault."
I nod in understanding "I know." I pull my face away from his chest and look into his eyes. "Its just, how will I tell him. It broke Niall's heart and he never saw any of the scans, he just knew about her."
Quinn shrugs "It will break his heart. It will probably break your heart all over again. But that's part of healing baby, and if it takes both of you breaking down then that's what it will take." His thumbs come under my jaw as the rest of his fingers rest on my cheeks before he pulls my face closer to his, placing a light kiss to my lips. "I love you my girl." He smiles at me lightly.
I press my lips to his "I love you too." Quinn pulls away from my embrace, im so much colder when im not within his touch. It makes me sad.
"So any news on the tour then?" He questions as I grab the glass from the counter.
I nod excitedly as I place the pill into my mouth before washing it down with water. "Yes I have a fitting in three weeks. Then, I have some press things I need to do tomorrow before the dates are released next week." I grin at him.
