Give Me Love: A Niall Horan Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty Six

*~a/n~*

so i thought id tell you a little about me

im writing this book from hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry and im almost done with my fifth year

our family has fourteen children and im the seventh

we have three pet platypuses named kim khloe and kourtney

i'm six foot four

my middle name is magenta

i live underground

i pee out of my toes

my favorite color is brown bc poop

simon cowell took my virginity

i have twenty five kids

im a porn star

none of this is real

ENJOY CHAPTER 26

WAIT YOU WON'T CAUSE ITS SAD

~ashtyn.

~*MAMA PIGEON*~

Chapter Twenty Six:

Katie's POV:

"We're having trouble finding the baby's heartbeat," the doctor informed me.

"Wh-what?" I stuttered, squeezing Zayn's hand.

"I'm going to need to run a few tests, alright?"

"Ok," I said shakily, feeling the tears threatening to spill over my cheeks. He took some of my blood and did some more things with the ultrasound remote, then left the room.

"Zayn, what's going to happen?" A tear slid down my cheek.

"Don't cry, Katie, whatever happens, we'll be fine," he promised me, kissing my hand.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. 'It's alright Collin,' I thought in my head as if I was talking to my son. Zayn kissed the top of my head and kept my hand in his. He hummed a familiar tune in my ear and tried to comfort me.

What is going to happen? To be honest, I've never been more terrified in my life.

"Zayn, I'm scared,"

"Me too, Katie," he murmured, "We'll be ok,"

I tried to concentrate on something else, so I counted my breaths. When that didn't work, I counted my heartbeats. I chewed on my bottom lip, trying not to panic. My love, my baby, was in danger.

The doctor reentered the room with a file in his hands. "Miss Lexington? Mr. Malik?"

"Yes?" Zayn looked up with hopeful eyes.

"I come bearing bad news. I'm afraid little Collin didn't make it," he apologized, closing his file.

I let out a small sob, tears slipping down my cheeks. My baby was gone. Zayn gripped my hand, biting his lower lip and squeezing his eyes shut.

"I'm so sorry," the doctor said. Zayn gave him a little nod and a tear ran down his cheek.

My son is gone. My little Collin. Collin Parker Malik is gone. What could've happened? My baby is gone. I couldn't believe it.

"Was he very active?" The doctor asked me gently. I nodded and sniffed, trying to compose myself for the moment.

"He managed to turn himself around, and wrapped his umbilical cord around his neck. You did nothing wrong," he tried to assure me. I didn't care who's fault it was. I wanted my son back.