𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍, ʰᵃʳʳʸ ˢᵗʸˡᵉˢ

• 𝟒𝟓 - 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡

TW!!!⚠️⚠️
mentions of uncomfortable topics.
if you are sensitive to mature topics, skip this chapter. i love you

the night had been quiet. too quiet.

i was alone in the dressing room, sitting on the worn leather couch, fiddling nervously with the hem of my stage outfit. my stomach churned—not from the usual pre-show jitters but from something deeper, something more ominous. i didn't feel right, but i kept brushing it off, convincing myself i was just overwhelmed.

"just one more night," i whispered to myself. "you can do this."

outside, i could hear the faint hum of conversation. myla, madeline, rylie, and perrie were upstairs in the lounge, laughing about something ridiculous. rylie's giggle was the loudest, the kind of laugh that made you smile no matter how you were feeling. i clung to that sound, letting it distract me from the unease building in my chest.

but then it hit.

a sharp, searing pain shot through my abdomen, stealing the air from my lungs. i doubled over, clutching my stomach as a wave of nausea and dizziness washed over me.

"no," i whispered, panic rising. "no, no, no."

the pain intensified, spreading like fire. my heart raced as tears blurred my vision. and then, before i could stop myself, a blood-curdling scream tore from my throat.

everything after that was a blur.

the door to the dressing room flew open, and madeline was the first to rush in, her eyes wide with terror.

"amélie!" she cried, dropping to her knees beside me. "what's happening? oh my god, are you okay?"

i couldn't answer. the pain was too much, and my sobs made it impossible to speak.

"madeline, go get harry!" perrie's voice cut through the chaos as she burst into the room, her face pale and frantic. "now!"

madeline hesitated for a second before bolting out the door, shouting harry's name as she disappeared down the hallway.

myla was right behind perrie, her hands shaking as she tried to help me sit up. "amélie, talk to us," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "what's wrong? is it the baby?"

i nodded, the motion small and jerky. "it hurts," i managed to choke out, clutching at my stomach. "it hurts so bad. harry. get harry."

"rylie, stay downstairs!" perrie shouted, her tone sharp and commanding.

rylie's voice came from somewhere beyond the door, trembling but insistent. "what's happening? is amélie okay?"

"just stay downstairs!" perrie repeated, her voice softer but still firm. "you're too young to deal with this right now."

harry's arrival felt like a lifeline.

he burst into the room, his face a mix of fear and determination. "amélie!" he said, rushing to my side. "i'm here. i've got you."

i clung to him like he was the only thing keeping me tethered to reality, my sobs shaking my entire body. "harry, it's the baby," i cried, my voice barely above a whisper. "something's wrong."

he wrapped his arms around me, his hold firm and reassuring. "shh, it's okay love," he murmured, though his voice trembled slightly. "we'll figure this out. i'm not leaving you."

perrie stepped back, giving harry space but watching me with worried eyes. "we need to get her to a doctor," she said quietly, her voice heavy with emotion.

"we will," harry said, his jaw tightening. "just... give me a second with her."

the pain didn't stop. if anything, it got worse. i could feel something slipping away, something i couldn't hold onto no matter how hard i tried. the realization hit me like a punch to the gut, and a fresh wave of sobs tore through me.

"harry," i whimpered, burying my face in his chest. "i think... i think i'm losing the baby."

his arms tightened around me, and i felt him press a kiss to the top of my head. "don't say that," he whispered, his voice breaking. "don't even think it."

but i could hear the fear in his voice, the same fear that was consuming me.

madeline and myla hovered nearby, their faces pale and tear-streaked. myla was whispering something to perrie, but i couldn't make out the words over the sound of my own sobs.

it wasn't long before the ambulance arrived, and everything after that was a haze. the ride to the hospital, the sterile white walls, the sympathetic looks from the nurses—it all blurred together in a fog of pain and grief.

harry never left my side, holding my hand tightly as we waited for answers. i could see the worry etched into his face, the way he kept glancing at me like he was afraid i might disappear if he looked away.

when the doctor finally came in, his expression was gentle but solemn. "i'm so sorry," he said softly. "but you've miscarried."

the words hit me like a freight train. i felt like the air had been sucked out of the room, like the ground had been ripped out from under me. harry's grip on my hand tightened, and i could see the tears welling up in his eyes.

"no," i whispered, shaking my head. "no, no, no."

"amélie," harry said, his voice thick with emotion. "i'm so sorry."

the ride back to the hotel was silent.

harry and i didn't say a word, and the others gave us space, sensing that we needed time to process. when we got to the room, i collapsed onto the bed, my body feeling heavy and numb.

harry sat beside me, his hand gently rubbing my back as i stared blankly at the wall. "i don't know how to do this," i whispered, my voice barely audible.

"you don't have to do it alone," he said, his voice soft but firm. "we'll get through this together."

i turned to look at him, the tears streaming down my face. "it's my fault," i said, my voice breaking. "the stress, the eating... i did this."

"don't," he said sharply, his eyes flashing with emotion. "don't you dare blame yourself. this isn't your fault, amélie."

but no matter how many times he said it, the guilt wouldn't go away.

later that night, the girls came to check on me. perrie sat beside me, holding my hand as madeline and myla hovered nearby, their faces filled with concern. rylie stayed downstairs, just like perrie had insisted.

"we're here for you," perrie said softly, her voice steady despite the tears in her eyes. "whatever you need, we're here."

"thanks," i whispered, though the words felt hollow.

i knew they meant well, and i was grateful for their support. but nothing could fill the void that had been left behind, the overwhelming sense of loss that consumed me.

harry stayed with me that night, holding me as i cried myself to sleep. and even though his presence brought some comfort, i couldn't shake the feeling that everything had changed. nothing would ever be the same again.

ava speaks!!
PUT THE WEAPONS DOWN, but on a serious note i didn't wanna go to into depth in case it was triggering for anyone.

blame paige she asked for another chapter😈😈

but im studying pain and suffering in re at the minute so i thought yeah let's make my readers suffer