Forever Young (Sequel to 'Gotta Be Lou')

Chapter Fourteen

 Zayn’s POV

“Do you need anything else, sir?”

“No, thanks,” I smiled at the nurse and looked into her brown eyes. All the time she was trying to look for an excuse to stay with me – either she was a fan who still wasn’t used to my appearance or she was kind of into me. Although I couldn’t understand why anyone would find me attractive the way I was right now.

I sighed again as she had left.

Lately I was just feeling... like giving up. It was hard and why should I go through this? I couldn’t go on with my carrier for a while and all I ever wanted was to become a singer. I was looking ugly and I missed my wife and also my friends.

My family hardly ever visited me. Yeah, my mum tried to come at least once a week because Bradford really was rather far away and she hadn’t managed to come three weeks in a row yet... It was just...

I don’t know but the only reason really that made me go on were Amelia and the little kids growing inside her.

It knocked on the door and I sat up. Louis and Harry entered, their hands entwined and they smiled sadly. What has happened? “Hey, you alright?” I asked, immediately worried about them. Although Harry now had Louis I still felt protective over him and I think everyone did. He was our baby.

“Yeah...” Harry murmured and scratched the back of his neck. He sighed and sat down, not looking me into the eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I asked and put my arm onto his shoulder. I looked up at Louis who was facing the ground.

“Gemma just had an ultrasonic scan,” Harry smiled to me but I could see it was forced. Something was really bothering them. “And we wanted to visit you anyway so now we’re here. How are you?”

“What’s wrong?” I asked again and kind of ignored what Harry had just said.

He sighed again, breaking the eye contact we just had and then he ruffled his curls. “Well, you know... the baby’s heart should be beating already... but something of its heart is missing and...” He breathed out shakily and I could hear he was close to cry. I rubbed his back and Louis finished off for him, “The doc isn’t sure if the baby will be born.”

I covered my mouth with my free hand and shook my head. “No! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“We didn’t want to... put it onto your shoulders aswell...” Louis admitted and bit his lower lip. He knew I didn’t want their sympathy yet they gave it to me. It was at the same time frustrating but also a good feeling; to know they cared for me.

“Boys...” I sighed. “It’s okay, really. Don’t always think about this,” I smiled and moved my hands up and down my body without touching myself anywhere. “Just because I’m not totally healthy doesn’t mean I can’t take stuff as I used to.” I wrapped my arms around Harry and immediately he hugged me back. “Now, tell me exactly.”

Harry nodded into my chest, then pulled back and breathed out. “Well, at the beginning it all seemed to be nice and perfect... and I was really happy because we could see the baby although it was as big as a walnut.” He chuckled and then sighed again. “Then she ran out and we were utterly confused... When she came back she wanted to talk to Gemma and later Gemma demanded to tell me and... well, something of the baby’s heart is missing and that’s why the chances that it will survive are rather low...” I could see how hard it was for him to tell everything again and I sighed, feeling sympathy for them. “Even if it survives it will always be a small kid and probably ill most of the time... As long as it doesn’t find the right heart. But it’s not so easy to find a heart for a baby, you know?”