"No? Please? No, tell me, my baby, megan?"
The pain in his eyes was heartbreaking, the sting in my dry eyes Danishes as waterfalls replaced it. I looked over for help from harry, he was crying to.
"Niall, I'm sorry."
"No, no, don't lie to me, NO!"
"Niall. Come here." I looked down at our little boy, his tiny eyelids were unopened, his fingers were curled tightly, his body perfect, yet so lifeless.
I felt the warmth of Niall as he shuffled towards me. He looked down and his eyes clamped shut. The air was sucked in through his nose and his skin paled, his hands shook like rattles and his chest uncontrollably sobbed.
"Niall, hold him."
I watched my heart panging with grief with every move niall made, as Niall used all his strength to peel open his eyes, he looked at me nervously before edging his chalky arms towards me. His grip tightened softly around the small bundle of blankets as he slowly rocked our baby boy.
"What are we going to call him?" I broke the silence, with barely a whisper.
"Toby."
"I like it."
"How long?"
I looked in cunfusion, Nialls face tightened, he was fighting back his tears.
"How long do we have with him."
"As long as we need."
"Can we stay with him for the night?"
"Yes, I would like that."
"Was he in any pain?"
"Toby??No, he didn't feel a thing, I promise. I'm sorry though."
"What for?"
"Not being a baby mum. Letting him down, letting you down."
"No, you did amazing, it just wasn't suppose to be I suppose."
"What am I going to tell darcy?"
"I'll deal with her." Harry interupted.
"Thankyou."
"What for?"
"Everything, you have been great today, couldn't have done it without you."
"I'm sorry, you had to do that, I'll get off now give you some time, I'll look after darcy until your ready."
With that he left, I looked back to see niall in complete bits, this was tearing him apart.
Harry's pov.
As soon as the click of the door sounded, I broke.
My eyes flooded rivers and my chest shook with sobs, my hands rattled and my whole body felt numb. Why am I like this when they are the ones going though this? Because Megan's going through this, what if it was my fault, what if I stressed her out, causing harm to the baby?
Thought ran through my head overwhelming me, and before I knew it I was stood outside meg and lou's flat. I tapped lightly and heard people rush towards the door, it swung open and I saw three worried faces.
"Harry, how is she? What's going on?"
"What happened?"
"Where the hell have you been?"
"Have you been crying?"
All these questions were so overwhelming, my head was already full of my own questions, I could take it.
I snapped.
"Shut up! Just be quiet! Leave me alone! Shat up!"
I came to my senses pretty quickly and just turned away from them, I tried to run but I felt an arm on my shoulder holding me back. I turned to face a worried lou, he pulled me towards him, I buried my face in his shoulder, I felt so weak, so fragile, she was suffering and there was nothing I could do.
This was my fault.
"Haz, what's happened, is Megan okay? What about he baby?"
I could bring myself to speak, sobs choking me every time I attempted. I shook my head slowly, the fear on louis' face became evident, his jaw tensed and his breathing shallowed.
"What's happened harry?"
"The baby, the baby died."
Megan's pov
I lay of the bed of the new room we had been put in to grief, we got to spend the night with toby.
Niall sat across the room cradling Toby in his arm, this had hit him a lot harder than me.
"Your just a small bump unborn four months then torn from live, you might be needed up there but were still unaware as why?"
Nialls sniffles grew louder whilst his sung, I felt my eyes sting as they welled up, why did I go around to harrys? And get so stressed out? This could have been advoided.
