This Love (Niall fanfiction)

chapter 55

I'M SO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN A WHILE I'VE BEEN SUPER BUSY WITH DANCE PRACTICE, SCHOOL AND NOW I HAVE A JOB! I LIKE IT A LOT, BUT NOW IT'S MAKING MY GRADES DROP IN SCHOOL SOME. :/ This might not be as long as an update that I should give you guys since you've been waiting. Also, THANKS SO MUCH FOR 2K READS. :)))

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Niall's P.O.V -

After a tangled night in the sheets with Cleo that consisted of us pleasuring each other orally, since she is pregnant and not wanting to take any risks of hurting the baby.

My dick can't hurt the baby. She said it won't hurt the baby, but I'm not sure.

I'm lying on my back with one arm underneath Cleo's head. Her abnormal sized belly prodding into my side. She's laying on her side with her cheek pressed firmly against my bare chest. 

Once I'm downstairs I'm already making breakfast. Bacon, eggs, and fluffy pancakes. The bacon is a tad burned but who cares? The sound of the eggs cooking inside of the pan fills my ears along with another noise coming from upstairs. Sounds like screaming. -

Cleo.

"N-NIALL! NIALL!!" Cleo's ear crushing screams sound all the way to my ears making me rush up the stairs.

Cleo is at the headboard of the bed screaming for her life. Knees buckled to her chest.

There's blood everywhere on the cream colored sheets and I am confused as fuck as to what happened.

"I-I CAN'T STOP BLEEDING!" Cleo sobs. I can tell she's trying to hold back her tears. She's probably out of them from using them so often. I pick her up out of the bed and she falls over.

"Cleo, try to stand up." I gently instruct her. I'm trying to seem relaxed about this so I won't freak her out even more than she already is.

"I can't, Niall! H-help me! What's happening!" She's sobbing now and pressing her hand below her stomach.

"Is the baby coming now?!" I can't help but freak out now.

"I don't k-know! Niall please!" I can tell she's in a lot of pain from her excessive amount of screaming. I don't blame her. Her face is becoming more pale than usual. I pick her up and go to the car.

"We're going to a hospital, okay Cleo? You'll be fine, babe. Just breathe."

The drive to the hospital is filled with screams and cries.

I've seen the breathing techniques from old movies that I watched.

Once I get to the hospital, I pack Cleo in a bridal way to the door. My seat is filled with blood in the car and she's dripping as we walk. It's coming out in puddles of blood.

"I NEED A WHEELCHAIR!" The doctor yells whenever I finish cursing him out telling him how we can't wait for 5 minutes.

They stroll off with the love of my life while I sit there and wait for the 'okay' signal to go see her. I push past all of the doctors telling me "no" and to "go sit back down". I need to see her.

I finally get back there and they make me put on blue scrubs that smell like shit and cleaning detergent.

"Cleo, I'm right here, okay. Just stay with me and breathe." I say to her and kiss her afterwards.

After six hours of listening to Cleo's screams and cries, I hear one that I had been longing to hear for 6 months.

"DON'T TOUCH HER, NOBODY TOUCH HER!" The doctors yell around while passing my daughter and putting her in what looked like a fish tank.

"W-what's happening?" Cleo looks up to me with a cluttered mind.

"She's not fully developed yet. Nothing is of her's yet." I tell her softly.

"Did I do something wrong?" She says blinking away her tears.

"No, no, no, it's not your fault. She was just ready to come out sooner than most babies." I kiss her forehead reassuring her that everything will be okay. It's been 2 hours since the baby has been born and we're still debating on a name for her.

"Mr. and Mrs. Horan?" A doctor interrupts.

"Yes?"

The look on his face doesn't have anything positive written on it.

"Can we see her now?.. Please?" Cleo begs.

"I-I'm sorry, but she didn't -"

"No!" Cleo sobs violently into her hands, falling backwards onto the pillow.

"-make it." The doctor says, then apologizes for our loss and exits the room.

I feel the heat stirring up inside of me, but I can't help but cry. I was looking forward to having a daughter. I slide into the bed with Cleo and hug her as we cry together. I can feel her shaking and digging her fingers into my back as she sobs. We didn't get to hold her. We won't get to see her take her first steps, or say her first words, or changing her diaper for the first time. None of that will happen anymore. My baby is gone.

I try my hardest not to cry in front of Cleo, but now I don't care. I just want my daughter, but now I know that will not happen. My baby is gone and there's nothing I can do about it.