If I Break (A Niall Horan FanFiction)

Chapter 20-Baby Brooklynn

Chapter 20

Baby Brooklyn

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~*Eva's P.O.V.*~

I sit on Niall's lap in the waitin' room. My head is in his chest an we are facing each other. His arms are wrapped around me and her chin rests on my head. I have my arms tucked in between our bodies and my eyes and face are sore from crying. He runs his hands up and down my back in a soothing form, softly humming the words to 'She Will Be Loved' by Maroon 5. We've been sitting in the waiting room for a little over five hours and I have yet to udder a word. Niall only left me once to call my aunt Ally about getting my mom...escorted from the house. Niall says she was rather upset no doubt but I just nodded and kept quiet.

Suddenly I feel a hand on my back, a third one. I peek behind me with one eye to see an exhausted Troy. He sits down next to Niall and we look at each other for a second before he speaks, "it's mum, isn't it?" He whispers.

I close my eyes and nod. After a couple seconds, I already feel drowsy again and I assume Niall noticed because he began speaking, "she found her in her bed. I think she passed in her sleep." Niall speaks quietly, pain edged in his voice.

I hear Troy take a deep intake of breath before I open my eyes again. His head is in his hand and he is shaking slightly. I take my hand lay it on his back. He finches and looks up at me, his eyes a slightly red from crying.

"Listen." My voice came out horse and small from the hours of crying, and my throat hurt but I continued to speak, "You are going to have the cutest little girl soon. When she comes in this world I want you to be there. I want you to have the biggest smile on your face." I smile a faint weak smile at my older brother, "no go on." I whisper.

He stares at me for a while, before looking at the ground and nodding, "okay." And with that he got up and walked back into the hallway.

I look back to Niall, his pure baby blue eyes look at me as if I'm a ceramic doll, so fragile I could break at any moment. But here I am, looking at him as my prince in shining armor that's gonna save me, keep me from breaking.

But it's hard not to break when you've lost so much, been through so much.

When I was twelve, I lost my great gramy. She was one of my best friends! Due to e fact that I was a loser and had no friends and that she was just that cool. All my cousins love my brother and I was left to be the odd middle child. She's treated me like an equal unlike every one else. I'm her namesake, and to be honey I don't think I will ever be able to live up to the name.

Then I lost my "brother" when I was fourteen. Troy's best friends were all like older brothers to me so it was cool. So when Dacano died, it was like losing a brother. He was always so goofy, living life to the fullest at all times. I guess when he jumped off the bridge, like he always did. He didn't expect to die, he was jut doin' what e did best. Living.

An of course, at sixteen I lost my king. My support. My best friend. My daddy. He was always so amazing, yeah we fought like a normal teen daughter and her dad but, I would like to think at we had the best relationship. I remember always tell him that even when I found my prince, that he would always be my king. I just wish he could have met Niall. He would have been so proud of me finding someone so amazing.

And now my mom. I loved her so much. It the pain is so overwhelming that I just don't know what to do anymore. At the moment it feels so surreal. I remember when he told us she was sick, I always thought she would over come it. An she did. She didn't let it turn her into a potato. She didn't let it define her. She held her sickness below her foot, always making sure she rose above it. She went through her deserve which grave and serenity. And that. Is the only reason I'm still holding on.