Picture Perfect // h.s s.g

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October 1, 2015

Harry

I hold Selena as she cried in my arms and I try to hold my tears for her, but I can't. My emotions are all over the place and I feel broken. I didn't know what we did to deserve this, or what I could have done to prevent this.

As we sit in the doctors office to what was suppose to be a happy day about finding out the gender of our child, we instead found out we lost our baby. I wipe my tears and help Selena up and help her to the car.

Of corse, where there are celebrities, there are paparazzi. I cover her as we make our way to the car. I go to the passenger side and help her in and then make my way to the drivers side and hop in.

I honk at the paparazzi to make them move which makes them slightly move, at least enough to get me to move. I groan while slamming my hands on the car wheel realizing we were just caught at the OGBYN and we're going to have to explain we just lost our baby before we even announced Selena was pregnant.

I arrive at our house and help Selena get out of the car and bring her to our room. It breaks my heart looking at her broken. She keeps staring out into blankness and she's not even crying anymore. I get up to leave but she grabs my hand and gently pulls me back.

"Stay," she asks me. I take off my pants and shirt so I'm only in my boxers and I gently wrap my arms around her almost as if I'm scared to break her because she's so fragile.

She turns her body so she's facing me and starts drawing designs on my body. "I'm sorry," she says. "I could have done something to prevent this." I shake my head and grab her face with my hands.

"It's not your fault! Don't ever say that!" I tell her, a little more harsh than I intended. I kiss her on the forehead and wrap my arms around her. "Besides, we will get the results from the tests tomorrow so we can make sure your healthy." I feel her nod her head against my chest.