Love Can Hurt (Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter 18

WARNING- REALLY GROSS AND GORY AND DISGUSTING THINGS IN THIS CHAPTER. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Alex's POV

I sat up on the bathroom floor, my stomach throttling in pain. I had streams of tears running down my face.

No one was home. I thought I was honestly going to die. My phone was outside on the table and i was in too much pain to even crawl to the phone.

I cried out again as my insides were tearing out itself. With what was left of my weakening strength I pulled myself up from the floor before falling right back down with a stab of pain.

This is what it feels like to die, I remember thinking to myself. I looked over too see blood, splattered all over where I was sitting, it was dripping down from my legs.

I cried out for help, but it was no use, I was dying. I don't know why but something told me to get a mirror, and as I did I looked down at what was causing the blood dripping down my legs-which required me to see what was up my skirt.

Expecting to see something like a clot or something medical, I was not expected for what I saw next.

I sat there in pain but not moving, what I saw horrified me.

I sat there staring at the hand mirrors reflection. Sticking out of me, was a head with hair.

"Oh my god" My voice trembled. I covered my mouth with my spare hand once everything came back to reality.

I was having a baby.

On my bathroom floor.

I threw the mirror across the room making it smash all over the bathtub. Oh god, what if my drinking, what if it had harmed my baby?

My instincts took over me and as I now know as contractions kept coming every few minutes, I knew I had to push.

Going through with my excruciating pain I pushed. I screamed in agony. I was absolutely crippled with pain right now, I kept on pushing and screaming for a long 5 minutes, before I did one last push and a baby slid out onto the floor.

No movement.

No sound.

I looked at him in horror.

Praying. 'Please, let him be okay, please even if I don't live, please let him' I prayed and prayed until, the little boy on the floor started wailing.

I started crying, glad he was okay. I looked around me and grabbed a towel and cleaned off his face and wrapped him up.

I held him in my arms just staring at the little boy in my arms. I remembered the umbilical cord and found some dental floss and scissors. I tied his cord up with the floss then cut it with the scissors.

My pain had subsided now so i carefully stood up with my son and walked into the living room, leaving the mess behind.

I sat on the sofa and stared at the wall. I, I just gave birth. I thought in my head over and over again.

But the question was, how come I didn't know I was pregnant? Then all of a sudden I remembered Louis. He's the father of my baby. That cheater was the father of my son. Oh god.

I don't know why but with Ireland out for a few days, I didn't go to the hospital or call anyone.

I know that was probably a stupid move but I guess I just wanted time to bond with my child who I could have killed not knowing I was pregnant.

I would have never forgiven myself for that. Ever. I guess I have come up with a name for him, I'm thinking Tyson. I like that name.

I stared at my baby boy and decided I should go to the hospital. I was still bleeding heavily and I was scared it might be a haemorrhage.