A/N hey chickas, now after a strong demand from @sluttyliam and @livefastanddieyoung , here is the sort of second half to the last chapter! I was going to make it all sweet and so totally cliche that it would almost be boring. So I'm gonna be a bitch and put in something you all know I love o-so-much.
DRAMA.
Enjoy my darlings...
After Rachel died, Niall hoped that his life would begin running smoothly again; starting with his own flesh and blood being brought into the world by the love of his life who he had hoped he could soon put a ring on her fourth finger.
However, as Niall sat in the back of a siren-blasting ambulance with his pregnant girlfriend vommiting into a cardboard bowl, Niall knew that his perfect scenario wasn't about to happen.
"Niall?" Emily's voice called from the confinements of the bowl.
"Yeah, baby?"
"I love you" she choked out as, finally, she emptied anything she'd eaten in the past 24 hours into the bowl
"I love you too" Niall sighed, allowing a small smile to to elevate the corner of his mouth as he rubbed her back "And I can't wait till we have our little one out"
"Me too, Ni" Emily smiled up at him, slipping her cold, fragile hand into his larger, rougher ones.
They were brought back to reality when Dom switched off the engine, running round to help Sally and the other hospital workers get Emily to the delivery room as quickly as possible.
"Time to become a dad, kiddo" Sally smirked, pushing the front of Emily's stretcher out the now open doors and through the emergency entrance of the hospital.
"What have we got here?" A male doctor, around 40 with blond hair spoke up, pressing a stethoscope to Emily's bulging stomach then to her own chest.
"17 year old female, 39 weeks pregnant. She went into labour about an hour and a half ago, but wasn't aware for a further hour. Already 8cm dilated and rising quickly" Dom spoke, still wheeling Emily down the hall. By now, the other boys, Danielle and Perrie, both informed on the way to the hospital, had caught up with Niall and the paramedics as they sped further into the all-too familiar hospital corridors.
"Both heartbeats are picking up rapidly; get her to the delivery suite. Now"
"Yes, sir"
Everyone ran through the halls, reaching the maternity section of the hospital; just as everyone was about to run through the waiting room part, a small, petite nurse with a pixie crop cut stopped the boys in their tracks.
"I'm sorry guys, but there are just too many of you. Only the father can go through"
Niall turned to the others, flashing them an apologetic look before speeding through the doors, following the nurse.
"Who's ready to become Aunt's and Uncle's?" Zayn spoke up, smiling broadly at the thought of a little Horan running round the flat in a matter of minutes.
Soon, Emily was being pushed through yet another set of white double doors, into a surgery like room. One where a cesarean was performed. Nurses began hooking wires to both Emily's wrist and chest as well as her stomach.
"No, please, we agreed that I would have a natural birth!" Emily begged, tears prickling the corners of eyes; c-sections were her idea of hell.
"I'm sorry, but from the position of the baby, this is the safest way to ensure that he or she will be delivered quickly" what looked to be the head midwife spoke up, when she stopped in her tracks. "Dr Jones, we have blood here" she looked worriedly at the doctor.
"Start taking her clothes off, we need to get that baby out of her as quickly but safely as possible, Maria, grab the-" everyone was brought to a halt as the long beep of a heart monitor sounded
"Heart-beats dropping!" a midwife screamed, grabbing the paddles from the corner of the room.
"Mr Horan, I'm afraid we need you to leave" the petite nurse said, placing her hand on the small of his back, turning him towards the door just as Emily's body lifted from the table, only to land with a loud thud.
She led him back into the waiting room where his closest friends were all sat waiting, excited looks plastered on their faces as Niall came through the doors, only to be replaced by concerned expressions as he did not look happy at all.
"I'll come back and inform you of any changes" the nurse spoke softly to him as she left the room swiftly, trying to avoid being asked the questions she wasn't allowed to answer just yet about Emily's well-being.
"Niall? What's going on? Where's the baby?" Perrie asked worriedly, walking to his side
"She, um, they said that there was, um, blood coming out and then her, um, her heart beat went and they had to use the paddles on her, and, um..."
"Oh, Niall" Danielle gracefully pulled herself off of Liam's lap in the lumpy blue waiting arm chairs, wrapping her arms around Niall's neck in a comforting hug before pulling back "She'll be okay"
He just nodded his head silently, walking over to the spare chair in between Liam and Louis' tense stances.
Everything's going to be fine, Niall
An hour passed, with no new news coming from the petite nurse, or any nurse in fact. All that had happened was Harry and Danielle constantly getting up out of their seats to buy everyone a cup of the vile, cheap hospital coffee that no one even drank; or when a new member of hospital staff would run past them in a mad hurry, in the direction of Emily's delivery suite.
"For fuck sake" Louis grumbled, running his hands aggressively through his crazed bed hair as he paced back and forth through the waiting room "How long are they going to make us wait for news?!"
"Calm down, Louis, I'm sure the second there's news, we'l be the first people they info-"
The double doors swung open, revealing Sally, carrying a clipboard, a pen and what seemed to be some sort of questionnaire or contract.
"Niall, I am so sorry to have to ask you this, but I need you to sign here, please" she handed him the one sided, yellow sheet of paper and pen. Niall just looked at her, a what the fuck is this look on his face.
"As it is probably obvious to you all now, Emily and the baby aren't in the best of shape..." she trailed off, looking at the ground, unable to make eye contact with any of them "The hospital needs you to make a pretty big choice, depending on which one we can save"
"I'm sorry, what?" Niall choked out, tears brimming his now dead blue eyes
"There is a 95% chance we will only be able to save one; Emily or your baby"
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