Too Young

17. Forget

Song to listen to > Broken by: Lifehouse

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Zayn's Point of View

I looked at the doctor in complete and utter shock.

My baby died?

"W-What? No this can't happen. I took all of the prenatal herbs and everything!" Florence shouted with tears staining her cheeks. I reached over and held her hand, knowing she needed some sort of comfort. She wrapped her nimble fingers around my hand and squeezed.

"I'm very sorry Miss Gardenia, there's nothing I can do," The doctor said standing up, walking out of the room. At that very moment my heart felt like it shattered into a million little pieces. I reached up with my free hand and wiped some tears that escaped my eyes.

"Zayn, Florence, we are really sorry," Harry said nearing us. The other boys agreed and Florence and I were soon in the middle of a giant group hug.

We soon left the hospital, Florence not letting go of my hand. Her eyes seemed blank, like she wasn't thinking about anything. She hasn't said a word the whole car ride and when we got to the airport, she still didn't say anything.

"Are you alright Florence?" I asked her once we got on the plane. She didn't respond. She just sat still and gripped my hand even tighter. I sighed and sat back in my chair.

"I killed our baby Zayn, it's all my fault," She whispered a few minutes later. I widened my eyes and looked at her.

"It's not your fault, you couldn't prevent it from happening," I whispered back. I saw fresh tears coat her eyes as she looked over at me.

"B-But how is it not my fault. I was and still am so stressed about everything right now. Maybe if I calmed down a bit, our baby wouldn't have died," She told me, her tears now falling. I reached up and wiped away some of my tears, then pulling Florence into a well needed cuddle.

She cried on my shoulder, which I don't mind at all. I just soothed her, raking my fingers through her hair.

She's gone through so much shit these past few weeks and I know for a fact she's stressed about me. The thought makes me feel really guilty.

I felt her slump in my arms, she fell asleep. I maneuvered her so she was leaning against me. She reached out and snuggled to my arm and continued sleeping.

I then promised myself that I am going to win her back, whatever it takes.

*

Florence's Point of View

I looked around at my surroundings, it's a white room that looks as if it's never-ending. I suddenly see Zayn appear, holding a bundle of pink blankets in his arms.

I walked over to him and smiled. He held the bundle out to my and I took it into my arms.

"It's our baby," His voice echoed.

I looked down at the baby coming to the realization that it had no face. I screamed loudly and dropped the bundle.

I suddenly jolted forward and started hyperventilating. I saw everyone on the plane stating at me.

It was just a dream.

"Florence, it's alright. It was just a dream," Zayn said from next to me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I settled down a bit, tears silently streaming down my face.