Irreplaceable. {Zerrie Fanfiction}

*Alaina's POV*

"Elise, please be quite for a few moments. Mummy is trying to drive!" I shouted at my whining daughter who sat in the backseat of the car.

She was upset over the fact that I wouldn't let her have my phone... but what would a two year old do on it anyways? Call her friends? She couldn't even speak correctly! Yes, I understand that there's such thing as games but it was past her bedtime anyways, I'd tried to get her to sleep but Elsie had this thing where she refused to sleep unless she had her blanket and a teddy that her father got her before he fled. Unfortunate for me, I'd been in such a hurry that day that I'd forgotten them.

"Mummy! I wa'wa Boo!" My daughter shouted, making grabby hands as her crying now shifted over to her bear, almost as if she'd been reading my mind.

I mentally cursed myself and let my eyes fall shut for a few moments but that was the stupidest decision I've ever made. Right as my eyes fluttered open, I met the sight of bright lights and a loud honk. Within a few moments, I heard my daughter scream, "MUMMY!" Right at the same time that I tried to swerve the car but it was too late. The white truck crashed into the right side of my car quite roughly and all I could hear was the repetitive screams for "mummy" that came from my daughter. I felt somewhat in peace to know that my daughter was okay (physically) but after a few moments, my entire world went black.

*Perrie's POV*

My blue eyes seemed grey that day, the whiteness of my eyes red and puffy. Zayn looked no better than I did. The entire time that we've been together, I haven't seen him cry that much and it broke my heart. Of course right now, my own pain was too much to be able to successfully comfort him without bursting into my tears myself. Zayn and I were on our way home from the doctor.

After months of trying to conceive, we went to the doctor to see what was wrong. I had missed my period but each pregnancy test I tried was negative. It scared me. Soon enough, Zayn and I found out that our child wasn't going to happen. I had premature menopause; it was physically impossible for me to have a child. I was quite positive that this was the worst news that I've ever heard. The thought of it made me bury my face into my hands and burst into tears again. I knew that if Zayn weren't focusing on the road, he'd be comforting me right now but I guess unless he pulled over, that wasn't going to happen. 

Making the lightest smile form on my lips, I felt the car turn slightly and come to a stop. Within a few moments, I heard the click of the seatbelt and felt Zayn's warm arms around my body. It was comforting to be in my fiance's arms... it made the world feel right again. I knew that even though we weren't able to have a child of our own, we'd still have one. Whether it was nieces/nephews, or adoptive/foster children... we would still have our family someday.

But my perfect world seemed to crumple down again when in the distance, I heard a loud honk, screams, and then the rough crash of somethings. Two cars. I knew that I wasn't just hearing things because Zayn flinched too, his arms growing tighter around me. After a few moments, he pulled back and quickly put his seatbelt back on. Without even having to say a word, Zayn started up the car and sped off to where we heard the crash, though still keeping it safe.

Arriving at the scene, we heard wailing but nothing else. The car lights were blinking and who ever was in the truck that had crushed the smaller one was gone. They simply weren't in the car anymore and I presumed that there was someone else in there with them and got them out, but it was completely selfish because there was no one helping whoever was in the other car. 

My gaze met Zayn's when the fact that it was a child wailing. Of course, even if it wasn't, we'd go out and help but... this made both of us unbuckle our belts and run out of the car. Zayn went to the passenger side to try to get to the driver while I went to the backseat and took the baby girl out of her carseat, bouncing her lightly to try to calm her down. With my free hand, I took out my phone and immediately dialed 999. 

"Hello? Y-Yes. I need an ambulance. No, I-It's not for me. There's been an accident; it's too dark to tell where we are. No, that isn't my child. No... no, I think the mother was the one driving."

I looked at Zayn with worried eyes, "Is she conscious?" He shook his head, and I suddenly became more worried.

"No, no she isn't. Yes. Yes, okay. No, the other driver is gone. My fiance didn't see them in the car. Okay. Please... please just hurry. Yes, thank you. Oh, Perrie Edwards. Alright, b-bye."

I hung up the phone and slipped it back into my pocket and placed my hand behind the still crying child's head, letting her bury her face into my neck as she sobbed. The poor thing had no idea what was going on. I wondered if the child had anyone else in her life; God forbid that her mother wouldn't wake up, but if she didn't, I hoped that there was someone that would step up... I couldn't imagine having to deal my mother dying while I was, what, two years old? The baby didn't look any older than three.

I looked back at Zayn who was now performing CPR on the mother (I assumed), but didn't allow the child to see what was going on. No more than five minutes later, I heard the blaring of alarms approaching the scene... right as the small, blonde baby had fallen asleep. The screaming started up again but I just tried my best to comfort her and keep my calm as Zayn carried the limp body of a brunette bridal style to the gurney that had been taken out of the ambulance. An officer took the young child out of my arms and Zayn and I got questioned, his arm wrapping around my waist protectively again. Afterwards, I took one last look at the baby. This would probably be the last time I'd see her anyways.