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Chapter 30

"Hi dad."

I honestly didn't know what to say. I was talking to my dad; my father. All of my happiness what covering my anger towards him. A part of me was telling me I shouldn't be talking to him but my heart was telling me I should. I go with what my heart tells me. I mean what girl can live without her father? Every girl needs her own father in her life just as much as I needed mine.

It was a bit silent on the phone until the courage, in which I couldn't find, built up inside of me as I began to speak.

"How are you?" I ask.

"I'm good sweetheart. I just need to see you."

"I... I don't think that's a good idea. Mom is in town again and she-"

"I don't care! I just need to see you!" my father screams into the phone.

I didn't know where that crazy outburst came from but it made me jump on the phone. Harry must've noticed as he was getting out of the car. He makes me way towards me and hugs me as I begin to cry. I really needed and wanted to talk to my father but he is making this way too hard for me. We haven't even been on the phone for more than two minutes and he's already yelling at me.

"Sweetheart... I'm sorry just let me-"

Before he had a chance to explain, Harry quickly grabs the phone and hangs up. What the hell?

"Harry! What the hell!"

"He was making you cry babe. No one and I mean no one makes my baby cry even if it is her own father." He explains

"Harry... please give me back my phone."

"No Hannah, I will not. Look at you! You're crying! Maybe tomorrow would be a good time but not this late at night. Let's just go back to my house, yeah?"

I nod my head in agreement as I follow him back to his car. I hear my phone ring in Harry's pocket while I'm opening the passenger door. He looks at the caller ID before looking at me and pressing the ignore button. I give him an angry glare before finally sitting in the car. The drive was extremely silent and none of us were quite happy with each other. I don't want to go to Harry's house at the moment. I just need to go back to mine. I'm quite angry with him and I feel like punching him in his goddamn face. Whoa... Hannah calm down my subconscious adds.

"Turn around." I command.

"What?"

"I said turn around!" I shout unknowingly.

"Hannah..."

"Harry just take me back to my fucking house." My tone is calm but my body isn't. What's going on? I honestly don't mean to come off as a bitch but I am extremely pissed.

"Okay babe." He says as he puts his hand on my lap giving me a comforting rub. I swat it as quickly as possible. That sends him over the edge as he quickly slams the break, my stomach collides with the seatbelt. Ouch... oh no.

"Okay seriously what the hell is wrong with you Hannah? Why are you acting like a jerk all of a sudden?" He shouts.

I don't reply, I can't reply. My heads turn towards the floor as I hold my stomach in agonizing pain. It feels like I had just been shot in the stomach. Blood starts to flow down my legs. It takes a matter of seconds to realize what Harry has just done. I immediately pass out once the blood forms a puddle onto the car floor.

Harry's POV:

"Hannah!!" I scream.

I shake her shoulders but no response came from her. I quickly begin to panic. What have I just done? Did I just kill... no, shut up. I didn't. I step on the gas and rush towards the hospital while tears start pouring from my eyes.

"Don't worry baby... you're going to be okay. I love you so much." I whisper to Hannah.

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"HELP!"

"Sir, what's the matter?" the nurse asks worriedly.

"It's my girlfriend! She's pregnant and I slammed on the breaks and... and..." was all I could say and that was enough for the nurse to understand what has just happened. I kneel down to the ground and start crying, hard. My hands cover my face to give me some form of dignity as I never really cried in front of a big crowd. I could hear people walking up to me. One put their arm on my back rubbing gently. They were all curious as to what has happened. I finally lift my face out of my hands and shortly after, I see Hannah being carried on a gurney into the emergency room. The blood that puddled the white blanket was a sight I did not want to see. I push the people out of my way as I start sprinting to Hannah. The security guards stopped me dead in my tracks. There I am being held by two buff security guards as my girlfriend is being carried away from me in pain; blood everywhere. Hell no. I needed to be with her. I roughly tug the security guards off of me before continuing my wild sprint. I could hear them chasing after me but it was soon stopped as the nurse told them to let me go. I needed to see Hannah.

I couldn't find the room she was in. my head starts to spin. I start by opening each and every door until I finally find Hannah's. It was locked. The only view I could see was through the little tiny rectangular window. One of the nurses quickly notices as she pulls the tiny curtain around the hospital bed. I give up. I slump my way towards the bench that was across the room, lying down with my eyes closed while I cry. Should I call my mom? No, I didn't want her finding out about this. Not now at least. The thoughts about how me and Hannah met race through my mind, how she survived every little problem in our relationship. It brings a smile to my face. She's a rebel, I know it. She'll survive through this. The last thing I remember was the first time Hannah told me that she loved me before drifting off into an unknowingly sleep.

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Hannah's POV:

"Harry?" I cry while shaking his shoulders. "Harry, wake up."

"H-Hannah?" he groans. His eyes quickly shoot open as he hugs me in a comforting way. My eyes are burning as I have been crying all day. The pain is agonizing, and I'm not talking about my stomach.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

I shake my head in honesty. He knows I'm not okay as I'm still crying.

"No Harry... I'm not."

"What's wrong? Tell me." He commands while scooting closer to me.

I look up at him and stare into him green eyes. I honestly couldn't control the tears that were falling from my eyes. He brings his thumb across my tears. I take in the deepest of breaths before finally speaking and telling him the truth.

"We lost the baby." I sob. He mirrors my actions as we both come into the biggest hug we ever gave each other.