March 9th, 2031
Malibu. USA
Liam's POV
My phone buzzed and I looked at my phone. I saw the text and froze for a second.
Miley: Liam come quick, I need you NOW
I threw away my trash and walked quickly to the elevator to get to Miley's room. It felt like the elevator ride was forever. I got in the room to find Miley lying in bed crying.
"Oh my god, Miley...what's wrong?" I ask.
"Liam I can't."
"You can't what?"
"I can't do this, not here, not now. Liam I'm fucking freaking out." She says as she cries.
"What the hell is wrong?"
"It's the room."
"What about the room?"
"This is the same room I was in with Griffin."
"Miley how could you know that?" I ask.
"I know it. This is the room I was in when Griffin was born. This is the room I was in when part of my heart was ripped out of my chest."
"Miley, all hospital rooms look the same, you couldn't know-"
"What's the room number?"
"317."
"I was in 317. Liam, I can't do this."
"How could you remember something like that?"
"I can remember practically everything that fucking happened that day and almost every detail. The only things I can't remember is when I passed out. Liam I can remember because that is the worst day of my life, and will always be the worst day of my life." Miley couldn't stop crying, and I felt horrible because I don't know what to do or say.
"Okay, so this is the room Griffin was born...wow..." It finally hit me, but I didn't wanna look upset in front of Miley. I need to be strong for her. "I know this room gives you horrible memories."
"It does. I don't think I can be in here."
"Okay let's think about it differently. We can replace the bad memories with good ones. We will always remember Griffin, I'm not saying to forget him. I'm saying forget the horrible memories you have of this room, and replace them with good memories." I explain.
"What kind of good memories?"
"Having Cody. We're gonna have Cody here, our baby that you and I have been so excited about. We'll remember that this happened in this room. Replace the bad memories with the good ones we're about to make. Do you think you can do that?" Miley takes a deep breath and nods. "That's it, just breathe babe."
"I'm sorry." She says.
"For?"
"Freaking out and making you probably throw away your food."
"It's fine, the salad wasn't that good anyway and the juice tasted way too sweet."
"You probably thought the baby was coming..."
"I did. And I practically speed walked to get here." I admit.
"Fuck, I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, babe. You had a panic attack and I need to be here for you. Are you feeling okay now?"
"Yeah, I'm feeling a lot better now, thanks to you."
"No problem, anything for you." I kiss her on the lips, making her smile.
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Keep Holding On
FanfictionIt's 2027. One year has passed since Griffin passed away. Liam has finished filming his movie, and doesn't have to leave the kids and Miley everyday. Even though it's been one year since Griffin, Miley still has an emptiness feeling. What should she...
