"Alright, Shailey," The doctor started as he sat down on a chair and rolled over in front of us, "The test results came back and it appears," He opened his file and looked at the paper, "That you are pregnant." I started crying. "But, I'm not supposed to be! I was told when I was fourteen that I couldn't have kids!"
"You have an overactive thyroid? Right?" I nodded.
"You were given medication which you've been taking? Yes?" I nodded again.
"Well the medication has leveled everything out so everything is working normally, which, affects your ability to get pregnant."
I buried my face into Rosemary's shoulder and started sobbing again. Another doctors appointment was scheduled and the ride home was silent.
When we finally walked into the door of Rosemary's house, I leaned against the wall and sank to the floor in fits of sobs.
Rosemary sat down beside me and hugged me.
"Everything's going to be okay, Shay! I promise, being pregnant isn't as horrid as everyone makes it sound."
"But, I'm not ready! I didn't want kids, I always thought I couldn't get pregnant, now I am. How am I going to tell Harry? How is he going to react? He's got his whole life and career in front of him, and here I am, screwing it all up!"
"You know, love, it takes two to make a baby."
Only this psycho chick would make a joke like that at a time like this, but, it worked because I laughed.
The following week, I was bent over the toilet, emptying my stomach out. My phone was on the counter by the sink and it had vibrated several times, but, I didn't bother with it. I also thought I heard a knock on the but, yet again, ignored it as I was a bit preoccupied. Suddenly, Harry was walking into my bathroom and he was the last person I wanted to see me like this.
"I'm sorry, babe!" He exclaimed, but, instead of leaving, like I expected him to do, he walked over, sat down on the floor beside me, and started rubbing my back.
When I was finally done barfing my insides out, I brushed my teeth and followed Harry downstairs.
When we sat down at the table, I saw he had brought me breakfast. He pulled out two omelets which immediately made me nautious again. I buried my face in my hands before asking him to get them away. He did, but wore a confused look when I looked at him.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
I didn't answer.
"Babe, what's wrong?"
I just shook my head.
"You know you can tell me."
I finally took a deep breath and looked up across the table at Harry.
"I'm pregnant." I said just above a whisper.
"What?" his voice cracked and his face went pale. "Are you serious?"
I nodded.
"It was that night we got drunk, wasn't it?"
Once again, I nodded.
My voice got really high and tears started running down my face. "Harry, please don't leave me." I squeaked.
He got up, walked over to me, and pulled me into his arms.
"You know I'd never do that, Shay. We're going to get through this, together."
Harry kept his promise and never left my side through the entire pregnancy.
I was eight months today and I was so excited that I had a month left until I got to meet my little one. I'd finally accepted the fact that I was pregnant and a baby was coming when I felt it kick for the first time. Rosemary was also a massive help throughout the pregnancy, God bless her.
I was at my apartment, which Harry had practically moved into since I told him I was pregnant, and was doing laundry while he was at the studio. I got our laundry basket from upstairs and was about to start walking back down the stairs when I felt two hands on my back, shoving me down the stairs.
As I fell, I knew I'd hit my stomach really hard before I finally landed at the base of the stairs, on my stomach. I started screaming in pain as I heard Harry's keys slide into the lock. Whoever pushed me down the stairs, ran past me and on their way out of the door, he turned around and looked at me. I looked into the face of Satan himself before he shoved past Harry and bolted out of the door. Harry was confused but, his thoughts quickly turned to me when he saw me laying on the floor.
He pulled out his phone and called an ambulance as he dropped to the floor beside me. He put my head in his lap as I gripped my belly in pain and continued to scream.
"Sh, sh, sh..." Harry said. I could tell he was scared and panicked though.
"Hurts... So... Bad!" I grunted in pain. He leaned down and pressed his lips to my forehead as I felt his tears fall. I was trying to curl up into a ball to hopefully relieve some of my pain, when I noticed blood all over my legs. Seeing the blood on top of my pain sealed the deal and I blacked out.
When I woke up, I was hooked up to I.V.'s and was laying in a hospital bed. Harry was sitting beside me, holding my hand and crying on it. I looked down and noticed I was no longer pregnant.
"Harry..." I started trembling. "Harry, where is she?!"
The look on his face told me that our baby was gone. I immediately sat up and started fighting, jerking I.V.'s out, and going absolutely mental. Harry was trying to hold my arms down, telling me to calm down, but, I was having none of it. Finally, four nurses plus Harry, managed to hold me down while the doctor sedated me.
*Harry's P.O.V.*
After the doctors put Shay to sleep and were putting all her I.V.'s back in, I sank to the floor in the corner of the room and absolutely lost it. The three hour surgery they did as soon as they brought her in, crippled me and I was down to my last thread, which after this, had snapped. A nurse came over and helped me up off the floor before helping me to the chair and giving me a cup of water.
A few minutes later, Rosemary and Josh walked in. I got up and walked over to them before they both hugged me. I broke down crying in their arms.
"She's gone!" I sobbed. "She's gone!"
Josh suddenly panicked, "Harry, who?"
"The baby."
Shailey was in the hospital a week before they let her out, and of everyone that came to see us, Niall wasn't one of them. That boy was really starting to piss me off.
I went to get my car while the nurse stood with Shay and her wheel chair.
I parked the car and got out to help Shay in. The whole ride home, she didn't say a word.
*Shailey's P.O.V.*
Over the next few weeks, I was in the deepest depression I'd ever been in. I hit rock bottom. I didn't eat, I rarely slept, I was losing weight. Harry came over every day but, I just wasn't in the mood to talk to people.
One day, I decided to go to Niall's. Even though I was depressed, I was going to give that boy a piece of my mind. I got to his flat and knocked on the door several times without an answer, so, I took my key to his place out and unlocked the door. I walked in to find Niall sitting on the couch, with his head laid back and eyes closed.
"Niall?" I walked over and started shaking him. "Niall!" He simply groaned and I knew that he was high.
