The Lucky Ones

Chapter 28 - Tumbling Down...

A/N: I mean no offense with this chapter to any Directioner. Thought I’d throw this out there since I’m bound to get some hate for it.

 

I paced outside the door anxiously, one hand in my hair. Louis sat in one of the chairs with Eleanor, both watching me with worry. Doctors rushed past with other patients and nurses carried supplies in and out of various rooms. Hot tears burned my eyes as I waited with bated breath for someone to tell me what was going on and what happened. The teddy bear I had bought earlier that day was clutched in my other hand, dangling by its leg and swinging with each of my steps.

"This one! What do you think of this one?!" Harry held up the teddy bear that was far too big by both its arms and kind of swayed it in front of me, "It’s cute! It’s even got a bowtie and everything." I looked at him blankly and then laughed before grabbing the bear from him and dropping it in the bag they handed us when we entered the toy store. "Oh! This one too!" He picked up another with a hat.

"Harry! What are you going to do? Suffocate it with stuffed animals?"

"There’s nothing wrong with having lots of stuffed animals, Taylor." His tone turned mock serious and he took the bag from me to drop that teddy bear in as well. I sighed and shook my head at him, fighting the smile on my face as we navigated our way through the store. We had decided to get out and do some shopping for the baby just to get out and do something before he had to go back to work. I, luckily, still hadn’t agreed to resume working full force because the hate hadn’t really died down any. Everyone seemed to agree that I needed a break and so it was easy for me to just remain in London for the time being. Truth was, I just didn’t want to leave Harry. I wouldn’t return to the states until I absolutely had to or until he returned, too.

"Aw, look at this one." I picked up a smaller one. It wasn’t stuffed to the brim like the other ones, which made it sag a little when you picked it up. It was soft and had soft eyes instead of those glassy button ones. "I like this one," I held it up for him to see and let him take it from my hands to drop in the bag before he leaned and kissed me gently.

The doors opened and I jerked my head up to see if it was one of the doctors who were taking care of Taylor. Once again disappointment set in when I realized it wasn’t. I gave up on pacing outside the door and returned to sit next to Lou, setting the teddy bear in my lap and pushing the heels of my palms into my eyes to keep the tears from falling. “Harry, it’ll be okay…” Louis said quietly, rubbing my back in a comforting way. I bounced my legs a little bit and felt the bear start to slip from my lap. Quickly, I snatched it right before it fell and looked at it in my hands.

"So I’ll see you in New York, yeah?" He asked in between kisses.

"Yes. I’ll meet you there tomorrow. Then we’ll go talk to my mom," I smiled and pushed him away gently so he would get into the car. He climbed in and rolled down the window, "Love you. Be safe," I told him quietly. He smiled sadly and kept looking at me as the car pulled away. It would only be a day without him, but even that was too long. I took a deep breath and went back inside to pack for my return home.

Because Harry and I hadn’t been in the press much lately, the greeting party at the hotel Harry was staying at was ludicrous. I could hardly push through with four of my body guards surrounding me, but I was grateful for them when I realized what the crowd was saying. My heart hurt because of this hatred for the first time in weeks. I had almost forgotten that it existed.

This was not okay. This was not okay. This was not okay.

I listened to what the doctors were telling me. I couldn’t breathe.

This was NOT okay.

Somehow I had let Harry talk me into going to a party. The last one I had gone to was the one I snuck out of and it had only turned out to be any good because Harry followed me. I figured I could at least try to get through this one for him. It was held in one of those well-known party halls where you walk in and see a giant staircase like out of Gone with the Wind or something and then there’s this glorious chandelier placed direct center above the shining and perfect dance floor. But it wasn’t fancy or stuffy. I could wear a simple dress with heels and have my hair down. I could relax just a little bit.

Fans were given some passes to meet the boys and so I kept my distance for the majority of the night. There were at least twenty five girls aged between 12 and 16 that I did not want to associate with. Harry came to me whenever he could and asked how I was doing and I would assure him that I was fine and then shoo him away to go be with his fans and friends. He’d kiss my cheek and go with a small smile, promising to make it up to me later. I lounged at the top of the staircase and admired the beauty of the room from the higher vantage.

"You don’t deserve him, you know," came a snotty voice behind me. I jumped a little and looked at who was speaking. A girl who couldn’t be much older than thirteen held such a strong look of hatred on her face, I nearly recoiled.

"I’m sorry?"

"Harry, you don’t deserve him. Or that necklace." Her eyes went to the paper airplane necklace I sported proudly around my neck. I covered it with my hand and frowned down at her. This was the first time a fan had ever spoken to me directly. The shouting ones from the streets weren’t anything special, they were just a chorus of voices. But this was one solitary girl.

"We’re very happy…" I murmured nervously, taking a step down from her so I could be more eye level with her.

She looked at me with a sneer, “He couldn’t ever be happy with you. You’re such a whore.”

I tried not to let the tears show and quickly turned to flee down the rest of the stairs, but it was in that instant that she reached out and grabbed the necklace. I tried to tug it back but she had the advantage of being higher up and so as I pulled back and she tugged forward, the stress built until the chain snapped and I went tumbling backward down the fifty or so steps to the next flat landing.

"She’s… she’s…"

"She’s okay, son." I sagged in relief, my knees buckling slightly from the pressure, "And… and the… the baby?" I could almost hear Louis’ eyes snap to look at me in shock.

The doctor looked at me and shook his head sadly, “I’m sorry…”

I stared at him, not fully comprehending what was going on. Taylor was okay but the baby was gone. What did this mean? How could this happen? What happened? Where was I when this happened? How could I have let it happen?

"You can go see her in a few minutes if you’d like, she’s resting but awake."

"Th-thank you…" I replied automatically, not really hearing him but understanding what he had just said. He placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly before leaving to do paperwork.