If We Could Only Turn Back Time

If We Could Only Turn Back Time Chapter 23

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Nialls POV:

2 days later:

I looked at her, holding her hand. No words could explain how I felt. The whole world was crashing down on me. Nothing seems the same anymore.

I looked at Rose, and my eyes began to water. She hasn't stopped crying since we lost the baby... her name would've been Emma Jade Horan. She would've been my little girl to spoil rotten and to love with all my heart.

I pulled Rose close to me, not wanting her to feel the pain she just went through. It hurts seeing her like this and there's no way to help. I've never felt more useless.

I planted kisses all along her head, trying to kiss away the pain. She turned to look at me, her blue eyes sparkling with tears.

"I love you." She whispered

I kissed her lips softly, the sparks between us never seeming to fade, "I love you Rosie. We'll get through this. I promise."

And that promise I'll keep.

Rosies POV:

5 days later.

When Niall took me home, I shut myself out from everyone including him. Harry was home now... he got into a stupid drunken bar fight. I walked out of the room and onto the deck, overlooking Hollywood.

Where did everything go wrong?

My baby- no our baby girl was perfectly healthy. I didn't drink or do anything. I ate all the healthy organic foods.

But in the end, it was all my fault.

I was the stupid one who decided to text and get into that car crash, ending her life.

I ruin everything I touch.

I climbed onto of the balcony, careful not to fall. I looked down, seeing everything look so small. One step and I could end everything now. I could be with my baby girl. Hold her in my arms.

But I won't. No matter how much I want to, I have a purpose in this world that I still have yet to figure out.

I hoisted myself ontop of the roof, bringing my knees to my chest. I rested my chin ontop and began to cry.

I wonder what her life would've been like. I could just imagine what she would've looked like: crystal blue eyes, blond hair, dimples and the prettiest smile anyone could ever want.

I would've had a baby shower and my family and friends would've been there. Then she'd have her first birthday party where Niall could sing her her own song and play the guitar just for her. She'd speak her first words, cry, walk, and make a mess out of everything but she'd still be perfect in my eyes. Because she was my baby girl.

An all too familiar song began to play in my head:

You were just a Small Bump unborn, in Four months you're brought to life,

You might be left with my hair, but you'll have your Mother's eyes,

I'll hold your body in my hands be as gentle as I can, but for now you're scan of my unmade plans,