Love in Photographs

28. Enigma

September 29, 2015

Paris was beyond beautiful, and I was so glad that in the time I was grieving the most, I had something so grand to distract me from the pain. We had touched down about an hour and a half after we'd left Berlin, and it was becoming crunch time for the show.

Harry and I had left much later than everyone else due to my health, and we were hurrying to make it for the Paris show.

So as soon as we touched down, we were escorted to the venue while our bags were taken to the hotel the boys would be staying in. As we traveled through the bustling city, I kept my eyes glued to the car window, like a four year-old seeing Disney World for the first time. It was magnificent. I saw the Eiffel Tower, and it was even perfect in the day time, I couldn't begin to imagine what it would look like at night, all lit up.

My phone buzzed from my pocket.

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Carrie Vance

I heard you were sick! Hope everything's fine now. Give me or David a call sometime, we'd love to hear from you.

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I smiled at the message, replying quickly.

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I'm fine now. I'll fill you in on the details later. Hope everyone's doing well. How's Silas?

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"Something wrong?" Harry asks, his thumb tracing across the fabric of the jeans on my knee.

"No," I reply. "It's Carrie. She was wondering how I was. Somehow, she knew I was sick."

"I may have told her you weren't feeling well," He admits. "She'd sent me a message after you hadn't responded. I hope that's okay."

"Of course. I was just confused as to how she knew."

We made it to the venue rather quickly, and were escorted by security through a maintenance entrance to where the rest of the boys were backstage. They all greeted each other, than came to hug me, but Harry stopped them.

"Careful," He warned. "She's still a bit, uh, sore."

Niall and Louis gave confused looks, and Liam seemed apprehensive.

"I'm not made of paper," I joke, hugging each carefully. "Promise."

"Are you... okay?" Louis asks, awkwardly placing his hands in his pockets.

"We were worried about you." Liam adds before I can answer.

"I'm fine," I assure them, and sit down on the leather couch. "We wanted to tell you what happened together."

They all look at me expectantly. Now, I don't know if I can do this.

"Um." I start, but end up staring down at my hands.

"Babe?" Harry asks, and I look up at him. I simply nod at him to continue for me.

"Rhiannon was sick because she had an ectopic pregnancy." He says, and they all still seem very confused.

"The embryo... the baby... he grew where he wasn't supposed to." He explains further.

I can tell he's having as much trouble as I am, so I take a deep breath and decide to take over.

"If he was allowed to continue growing, he would've killed himself and me. That's why they had to stop the growth so that my body would reabsorb the tissue and terminate the pregnancy. The process can take a while, which is why I'm still a bit sore." I explain.