Your Friends, They Look Good, But You Look Better.

Chapter Sixty-Eight.

Aimee’s P.O.V.

I woke up from a deep, well needed sleep. My arm seemed a lot lighter. I looked down to find my cast was gone. My other hand was being held by someone. I followed their arm to find Harry staring at me with tear stains on his cheek. My heart broke into a million pieces when I saw his face. I tried to speak but my voice was no more than a whisper. "I’m so sorry Harry..." Harry lifted my hand and kissed it.

"It wasn’t your fault babe." He leaned over wiped away tears that were running down my face before kissing me. I placed a hand on my stomach. What did I do wrong to deserve this?Just as if she read my thoughts, a nurse came in. Harry held my hand tighter. She came and sat on the end of my bed. "So do you know what caused this?" I squeezed his hand and gave him a weak smile.

"We’ve found a couple of reasons why we think it happened. The tests showed the miscarriage happened in result of stress and or a shock."

"Well what caused her to be stressed?" Harry asked.

"Harry, the whole time on the tour bus was stressful. I’m not sure about the shock though..." I added with a sigh.

"Well you can get out later today since the pains have subsided." The nurse said. We thanked her and she left us alone.

"What time is it?" Harry checked his phone.

"It’s just after four. Everyone left last night when you fell asleep and they took the car so I’ll phone someone to come pick us up." He smiled at me. I still saw the hurt in his eyes. I should’ve listen to him when he told me to stay calm all those times. This is my entire fault. Harry went out of the room to phone someone to come pick us up. I quickly got changed while he wasn’t there. Everything felt so weird. It had only been a few weeks, but I’d gotten used to being pregnant. Harry came back in and helped me pack all my stuff. He wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled his head in my neck. "It’s gonna be ok babe."

"Of course it is. Maybe this was a sign that we aren’t ready to be parents. I'm only seventeen afterall..." Harry lifted his head up and looked at me. He moved in closer, resting his forehead on mine. His lips were so close to mine.

"I love you." He whispered against them. He didn’t give me time to respond before pressing his lips against mine.

Meghan’s P.O.V.

~The next day~

Liam and I were watching SpongeBob. I found it highly amusing. “Hey Patrick, I know something funnier than 24..."

"What?"

"...25!”

I was almost on the floor from laughing. Liam just sat there staring at me like I was insane. "How do you find this funny?" He asked. He seemed more amused at me laughing that the programme.

"How do you not find it funny?" I finally got myself calmed down but occasionally having a little snigger to myself.

"I just don’t see the point in it. Like why would a sponge be able to walk and talk and be friends with a starfish? And how can they have boats at the bottom of the ocean?"

"Oh shut up, stop being a spoil sport!" I flicked the channel over, annoyed at Liam ruining the programme for me. I gave an over exaggerated sigh and threw the remote down. "I’m so bored! It’s a Saturday afternoon and I’m sitting inside doing nothing!"

"Excuse me! You’re in my company; you shouldn’t be bored when I’m around." Liam smirked.

"Well I am! What could we do?" I asked.