Chapter 85

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Songs:

Small Bump: Ed Sheeran

Heaven: Beyonce


Harry's POV

My peaceful dream was interrupted by a small shriek or a cry and heavy breathing. I felt my body being shaken and my name being called. I opened my eyes, they were heavy with sleep, annoyed with the light from the lamp. Katarina had tears rolling down her cheeks,immediately catching my attention and pulling me out of my sleep.

"Harry," Her voice was barely audible, her eyes were settled onto the mattress, between her legs.

I followed her line of vision, seeing what she was looking at; a very large pool of blood had seeped through the sheets. No, no, no, no, no. I repeated to myself as I scrambled out of bed throwing on some clothes and shoes as quickly as I could. I grabbed my phone, keys and wallet of the nightstand, not bothering to shove them in my pocket as I picked, Katarina off the bed and into my arms. I quickly made my way through our house until we reached my car. I opened the door, settling her in carefully before making my way across the front of the car as fast as I could and settling into the driver's seat, not bothering with the seat belt.

By the time we made it to the hospital, her crying had become a silent sob as I tried to stay calm, not wanting her to get more upset, offering her encouraging words as often as I could without letting my voice break. They had rushed her off to attend to her, leaving me in the waiting room for what seemed like an eternity. This wasn't supposed to be happening, not to us. We were supposed to be happy with our little baby girl.

My mind went into a tailspin, wondering what could possibly be wrong, not wanting to think of the obvious reason why there would be so much blood. There had to be some sort of other explanation for it, there just had to be. I thought of every possibility before I sat down in one of the many empty seats in the waiting room, settling on the only thing that was keeping me from going crazy, Sloane. She was healthy, the doctor confirmed it, Katarina was healthy. Katarina was okay, Sloane was okay. They were both okay, they had to be.

I hunched over, placing my elbows on my knees, letting my face fall into my palms, feeling the massive amount of tears that were pooling in my eyes and streaming down my face, that I hadn't even realized. "God, please," I begged silently. "Please don't do this to me, don't do this to, Katarina, don't do this to my little girl," I sobbed quietly at the thought.

"Sloane, please don't leave me, baby girl," I sobbed, again, not caring if I was too loud or not. "You can't leave mummy and daddy, princess."

I continued to mentally pray and plead to God, Katarina, Sloane, the universe, anyone who was out there. I tried to pull myself together, knowing that I would have to face, Katarina sooner or later and she wouldn't want to see me like this. But, I just couldn't. Even though my heart refused to believe or admit it, I already knew the truth.

"Mr. Styles." A voice pulled me from the thoughts playing in my head. She was fine, our baby was fine. Sloane was fine. I made myself think as I rose from my seat to meet the doctor that was in front of me.

"How is she? How's the baby?" I asked, desperate to know my family was okay.

"I'm, so sorry." She shook her head. "Your wife lost the baby, there was nothing we could do." The sound of her calling Katarina my wife sent a dull pang in my chest. I had craved that so much and now I wish I would have just left it alone. I had asked for too much and now my little girl was gone.

"How?" I asked quietly, not sure if she had heard me.

"It happens." She said simply. "No matter how much a woman takes care of herself, it's possible to have a miscarriage during the first twenty weeks of gestation. There was nothing, either of you could have done to prevent this." She said sympathetically. "I'll take you to her." I could barely hear her anymore, I just followed her, my body taking over, wiping away my tears, hoping that it wasn't so evident that I had been crying.

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