Midnight Memories (One Direction FanFic)

Chapter 12

A/N I’m so sorry I haven’t updated in a while. I’ve done something to my hand and it really hurts to move it. I’ll try and update again tomorrow after school, if I don’t, sorry.

The baby. He has killed the baby. Even though the baby was his. It was the only thing closest to family I had.

I was meant to protect it. With the baby inside of me, all the times I think if suicide I cant go through with it.

In a way the baby was saving my life. The baby was mine and I was the one who had to protect it. The one thing I had to do. I couldn’t even do that.

I looked at the floor where the blood was covering the ground. I have to get out of here. I don’t care if father finds out. Hopefully he won’t notice my absence. He’s upstairs at the moment anyway.

I grabbed the money father had left on the side and rushed out the door making sure to shut it quietly. I made my way to the hospital. Once I got there I wrote on a piece of paper that I fell down the stairs and landed in a pool of blood and that I think I had a miscarriage and handed the paper to the nurse.

She told me to sit down on the chairs in the waiting area and wait for my name to be called.

I sat down and looked around at the stereotypical hospital waiting room. There was a group of boys next to me. They all had their hood up and sunglasses on.

I looked closer and saw that there were four of them. One had a bit of hair poking out of his hood. It was a dirty blonde colour. It was then I realized it was Niall.

I poked his side and turned around. He looked me up and down quickly before smothering me in a hug.

He went up to the nurse and asked for a pen and paper. The nurse gave it to him and he came and sat back down not before giving the nurse a quick polite smile. He gave the pen and paper to me and I wrote,

‘What are you doing here?’

“I could ask you the same question”.

‘I asked first’.

“Well you know when Harry got angry and stormed out?” I nodded. “Well he punched a wall. When you saw him earlier he didn’t have a cast. He had a bandage to stop the bleeding. As soon as wed dropped you off at your house, we had to come back here for Harry to get a cast on his hand because he broke it badly!”

‘Is he ok?’

“He’s fine now. So, why are you here?”

‘When I got home I went upstairs to go to the bathroom and I tripped down the stairs. I stood up and there was a pool of blood on the floor. I killed the baby!” I was crying my eyes by the time he had read it.

“Shhh, shhh. You didn’t kill the baby. You tripped and fell. It was a accident”. He pulled my head in to his chest. I was sobbing in to his chest now, until Harry came out of the double doors opposite us.

“Harry!” I screamed.

“Elizabeth, you just. Y-you just spoke, well screamed actually”. Harry said to me. The boys were looking at me in shock.

“I’m so so sorry. I should of let you explain. Is your hand ok? If I had let you explain you wouldn’t of done that. OMG this is my fault. I’m so sorry.” I told him.

“Why are you saying sorry. It should be me who is saying sorry. Liam’s explained everything to you”. He said gesturing to Liam. “Yes, my hand is ok and no, none of this is your fault.”

“Elizabeth Taylor”. The nurse called cutting mine and Harry’s conversation short.

“Uhhh Niall. Could you come with me?” I asked, a little embarrassed.

“Sure”. With that he held out his hand and I took it and laced my fingers with his as we made our way into the nurses room.

 * 45 minutes later *

We came out off the nurses bearing some terrible news. The baby had died. But I had been convinced, by both Niall and the nurse that the baby’s death was not my fault. But there was still a part of me that told me that the baby’s death was my fault.

“So, are we already to go? Elizabeth we will take you home, we can’t let you walk home in the pouring rain.” Liam said. A chorus of yes’ filled the room as a sign that everyone was ready.

* * *

We got to my house in about 15 minutes. But there was no way I was going in.

“Are you going to go in?” Zayn asked in a harsh tone. He didn’t seem to like since we met. I don’t know what I have done to make him not like me. But I’m used to it. I’m used to people not liking me.

I couldn’t go in. Father has probably noticed that I was gone. He would hurt me. I can’t take anymore more pain in one day. He’s already killed the baby. If I go in he would most probably kill me. Now that I know he has the strength to kill someone. I can’t face him.

I’ve put up with the pain for to long now. I can’t do it. I’ve been strong for 6 years now. I need to tell someone.

Sometimes even the strongest girl breaks. That’s it. I just broke down. The tears streamed down my face. Niall pulled me in to a hug whilst the others just sat back and started at me, baffled. He started to rub smooth circles across my back, calming me down a little.

“I-I can’t go in. He’ll hurt me!” I sobbed.

“Who will hurt you?” One of the boys asked me. I was too scared to see who asked. Niall just pulled me in closer. My tears had finally run out.

“Father”. I whispered.

“What!” All the boys whispered/yelled in unison.

“My father. Ever since him and my mother divorced. He has been beating me.  He turned to drugs and alcohol to solve his problems. He thought it was my fault they divorced, so he took it out on me. 2 weeks before the Harry inncident happened. He raped me. Sometimes he brings his friends home and they take turns to beat me and sexually abuse me. He’s the one who got me pregnant; when I got home from the hospital he beat me again and that’s what killed the baby. I dint fall down the stairs”. I managed t say the whole thing without crying.

I didn’t tell them about the self-harm. They don’t need to know about that.

Before I could say anything else, the car started to move. Louis drove to the hotel they were staying at. I didn’t object. I just wanted to get away from father.

I could feel my eyelids getting heavier and heavier. Niall noticed because he picked me up bridal style and carried me to a room.

The last thing I heard was Niall saying goodnight and kissing me lightly on the forehead. He covered me up with the duvet. He got on top of the covers before he fell asleep. I quickly moved over to him and put my head on his chest.

“Thank you for saving me”.  Was the last thing I said before falling in to a deep sleep.