Harry:
"What?" he whispered quietly, silent tears running down his cheeks. "I lost her, Harry," you whimpered back. Your little girl was gone. Torn from this world before she even had a chance to experience anything. "I’m sorry Harry." His head shot up. He reached out towards your fragile body and pulled you towards his side of the couch. "It’s not your fault. Don’t ever think that." His hand ran through your hair in attempt to soothe you. You knew he hurt too, he was just trying to hide it. "Let it out Harry. I know you’re hurting too. Please don’t hide it," you whispered into his curls. Without another word, you could feel a wet spot growing on your shoulder. He was crying. Finally letting out all the built up pain. It wasn’t just you in pain, he was too. The both of you shook in each others arms. "It will be okay (Y/N)," he said, barely audible under his sobs. The two of you just held onto each other, not wanting to let go. You lost your baby, you couldn’t lose each other.
Liam:
It was like he understood what was happening but didn’t want to. He wanted to say it was all a dream and he would wake up from this nightmare. But this was no dream. This was reality. His eyes watered and the little droplets cascaded down his cheeks. The room was silent except for a few sniffles coming from you. Liam’s face broke your heart. He tried to blink back the tears, but it was no use. He shifted around and swallowed heavily and slid a little closer to you, taking your small hand in his larger one. “It’s true?” he finally said. You nodded you head slightly, having no energy left. “She’s gone?” Once again you nodded. “I’m sorry (Y/N).” “Why are you sorry, I’m the one that killed our baby! It’s my fault Liam! I should have done more! I could’ve saved it! IT’S MY FAULT!” You had finally reached your breaking point. You stood up away from Liam and pulled on your hair. “I SHOULD HAVE DONE MORE! IT’S MY FAULT, IT’S ALL MY FAULT!” you screamed through tears. Finally your body gave out but Liam was right there to catch you. Just like he always was. His sobs could be heard but he was still there with you. The two of you fell to the floor. “Never say that!” he cried out. “You did everything you could, it wasn’t your fault!” His grip on you was tight as you fell apart in front of each other. Your baby was gone and it would be a while until you could accept it.
Niall:
He looked so handsome, in his tux and hair neatly styled. He walked into your shared bedroom and gave you a kiss. “How’s my two favorite girls today?” he asked, placing his calloused hands on your invisible stomach. But your tummy would never grow. The baby you two had grown to love so soon was gone. You just hadn’t told Niall yet. You knew he would be heartbroken. You gave him a fake smile, hoping he would believe it, but just by the look in his eyes, he saw right through the act. “Something’s wrong,” he spoke, grabbing your face between his hands. The look on his face sent guilt shooting through your veins. “I-I have to say something, but now isn’t the best time. You have to go and-” He cut you off. “No, if something’s upsetting you I need you to tell me now.” You looked at him and sincerity covered his face. “The baby’s gone Niall,” you choked out, looking down at your feet. You felt him draw away from you and when you looked at him, he actually looked angry. “WHAT?” he boomed, words getting caught in his throat. “WHEN?” he yelled again. “This morning, you were so happy, I didn’t-” “You didn’t want to tell me that our BABY was gone?” He started to cry, hard. He brought his hand up to his mouth to try and muffle his escaping sobs. “When were you going to tell me huh?” he hissed. “When you weren’t busy. I didn’t want this to get in the way of your work,” you choked out. Niall looked at you in shock and disbelief. “You thought my work was more important?” You nodded, knowing you were wrong to think so. “I’m sorry Niall.” He grabbed your wrists and kissed you. The kiss made all the fear and stress go away in an instant. “Don’t be… I should’ve payed more attention to you. This is all that matters right now. I’m not leaving you.” You clung onto his body as if your life depended on it. And it did. He was your rock and now you would get through this, together.
Louis:
You walked into the nursery. A blind rage had fallen upon you. Your little boy was gone and it was your fault. Louis wasn’t home right now. The one time when you needed him most and he wasn’t there. You walked over to the crib. Without hesitation you knocked it over, sending its contents flying on the floor. Next was the diaper bag. You dumped everything on the floor and kicked it around. The little stuffed animals looked at you with false smiles, making you break down. You fell to your knees and buried your face in your hands. “Stop crying,” a voice said, making you look up towards the door. There was Louis, a single tear falling down his cheek. The two of you made painful eye contact. Louis knew. The look in his eye told you he knew. “It’s not your fault. It’s not,” he continued, staying in the doorway. “Louis,” you whimpered, holding your arms out. You needed him now more than anything. He moved forwards and stepped into your arms. “I’m sorry Lou, I know this meant a lot to you.” “Don’t be (Y/N), he was our baby boy. But you know what, we’ll get our baby. I promise.” He smiled at you through his tears, placing a delicate kiss on your lips. “I love you Lou.” “I love you too babe. So much.”
Zayn:
Your eyes fluttered open, taking in the white room that surrounded you. You looked around and noticed a body sleeping in the corner. Zayn. Suddenly everything came rushing back. The fall, Zayn, the news that the baby was gone and then passing out. “Zayn?” you whimpered. His eyes opened and once he realized you were awake, he shot up and came to your side. He took your hand and brought it up to mouth, kissing it. “How are you feeling babe?” he asked, looking at you with tear-filled up eyes. “Scared,” you said, griping his hand tighter. “Me too, but it’s okay (Y/N). We’ll try again.” You nodded and brought your hand up to his cheek to wipe the tears off his face. Zayn gave you a smile, beautiful and positive, taking most of the fear away. You couldn’t help but smile back. Everything was going to be okay as long as you had Zayn. He crawled into the small bed next to you but that didn’t matter. The closer you were the better. You were safe and things were going to be okay.
