Dream Catcher (amnesia) - h.s.

Epilogue

It took me two years before I was ready to have another baby.

I've always wanted kids, so I knew that at some point I'd want to again. But it felt like I would be replacing Zoë, and I couldn't bear to feel like that.

After two years, I decided that I was ready. Zoë had a special place in my heart, and that place would always be hers, no matter how many other kids I'd have.

So now, it's two weeks before my due date, and we're so relieved that this baby has lived through the entire pregnancy. Harry is somewhere on the other side of the country because the boys have a show there.

In the afternoon, I feel something funny in my stomach. I decide not to worry about it too much, and tired as I am, I fall asleep on the couch while watching TV.

A couple hours later, at eight PM, the pain wakes me up, and I immediately know that I've gone into labour. It doesn't even scare me. Not yet.

The first person I call is Harry. He's probably sound checking or doing something important, because he's not answering. I decide to try again later. Then, I try my mother. She's stays very calm and tells me she's on her way.

When we get to the hospital, they immediately get me settled in the room and they run some tests. I'm four centimetres dilated. I've got a long way to go.

I could handle the contractions before, but they're starting to get more and more painful, and the time between them shrinks. When I'm finally done with all the tests and stuff and have some time to rest, I try to call Harry again. It's probably still going to take hours, but he needs to be here in time.

He can't be late. And besides, I need him.

He's still not answering, and I'm starting to get stressed.

"Mom, what if he doesn't make it? He still has to come all the way here." I say nervously.

"You've tried calling him again?" My mom asks.

"Yeah, about twenty times now. What time is it?"

Mom checks her watch. "Nine thirty."

"Crap. He's gone on stage now. He can't finish the show. It'll be too late." My breathing fastens.

"It'll be all right. You have phone numbers of their crew?"

I nod gratefully. "You're a genius. I've got their security guys in my phone."

I call Mark, who's one of the bosses of the security team. He doesn't answer the first time, but I try again, and this time, thankfully, he answers.

"Anna? Are you okay?" I can barely hear him through the screaming fans and music playing.

"I really need to talk to Harry." I tell him, urgency and seriousness in my voice.

It's silent on the other side for a while. He's probably thinking. Then he answers me. "I'll get him off stage. It might take a while, but he'll call you back in a couple minutes. I promise."

"Thank you, Mark!" I sigh in relief, and hang up the phone.

"He's getting him off stage so he can call me back." I tell mom, who smiles reassuringly.

Harry

We're in the middle of singing No Control, when I first notice it. Something seems to be going on. All the security guys are suddenly talking furiously to someone through their earpieces and running around. I'm not focussing on the song anymore, especially when I see they're pointing at me. I walk towards the edge of the stage and try and get the attention of the closest guy.