It’s Worth Saving: Chapter 4

Chapter 4

A few hours later everyone had woken up and Anne was getting ready to leave for the club when a loud groan sounded from outside.

                “What the hell?” McKenna laughed, glancing out of the window.

                “What was it?” Elizabeth asked curiously, standing up next to her older sister.

                “I don’t see anyone out there,” McKenna shrugged, turning around and stuffing a French fry into her mouth.

                “Weird,” Sydney shrugged from her position on the couch, “What is everyone doing tonight?”

                “I’m staying here,” Christina yelled from the kitchen, “And making dinner if anyone wants to stay for that.”

                “I am clearly staying home,” Sydney smiled, folding her arms behind her head, “And so is Lizzie.”             

                “Very true,” Elizabeth laughed before collapsing into a big lounge chair in front of the TV.

                “Ken and I are going out,” Anne twirled a piece of her blonde hair around her finger, “Speaking of McKenna – go get ready!”

                “Going, going!” McKenna laughed, running up the stairs, “Call the cab!”

                “Already did!” Anne called after her.

                “What should we watch, Syd?” Elizabeth asked quietly flipping through the channels.

                “Put in a movie,” Sydney shrugged, standing up to get a bottle of water.

                “Alright,” Elizabeth popped in Finding Nemo and got comfortable in the chair as McKenna came bounding down the stairs.

                “How do I look?” McKenna smiled, twirling around in a circle. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=48197709)

                “Amazing,” Elizabeth breathed her smile lighting up the entire room.

                “Thank you, pumpkin,” She smiled waving at everyone as she and Anne bounded out of the door.

                “Those two worry me,” Christina muttered to Sydney as she placed a scoop of spaghetti onto a plate.

                “They’ll be fine,” Sydney assured her, grabbing two plates – one for her and one for Elizabeth.

                “I hope so,” Christina shrugged, plodding into the living room and sitting down on the end of the couch, “Ooo, Nemo – good choice.”

                “Ha,” Elizabeth grinned, stuffing a biteful of pasta into her mouth, “Thank you for dinner Chris.”

                “No problem,” Christina smiled, finishing off her own helping of pasta.

*

                Anne led McKenna out of the door of their house to the edge of the road where they stood waiting for their taxi. They heard a few screams coming from the house next door and decided to inspect the situation. Anne stood confidently at the front door as she tapped persistently on the mahogany.

                “Hello?” She shouted, “I’m fully aware that someone is in there!”

                A few heavy steps sounded before the door was flung open and a tall blonde boy stood in front of them. He had a bottle of beer in his hand and his cheeks were flushed – he’d clearly been laughing.

                “Oh,” He grinned, glancing at both of them, “May I help you?”

                “Yes,” Anne placed her hands on her hips angrily, “You’re being quite loud, and we’d like for you to quiet down.”

                “Really now?” He smirked, raising an eyebrow at her.

                “Yes, really,” McKenna glared at him, “And I guess you’re the new neighbors Simon called about, but just shut the fuck up before we call the police.”

                “Are we bothering you or something?” He laughed, looking behind the door and motioning at someone else.

                “Yes, and our sisters are still at the house so just be quiet,” McKenna added, “Please.”

                “Harry?” The blonde boy looked at the curly-haired boy that had appeared next to him, “Should we be quiet?”

                “Why would we do that?” He put his hand on his chest – acting offended.

                “Ugh,” Anne shook her head, “This is not worth my time.”

                “Agreed,” McKenna shrugged as they turned to walk away.

                “Hey, hey,” Harry called out, “We’ll be quieter, I promise – are you our neighbors?”

                “Yes, we are,” McKenna smirked at him, eyeing him up and down – he was cute.

                “Well,” He met her gaze, “I’m Harry, and this is Niall.”

                “McKenna,” She flicked her hair over her shoulder, “And that’s Anne.”

                “We’ll see you girls later then?” Niall asked softly, his eyes falling on Anne.

                “Maybe,” Anne shrugged, pulling McKenna into the cab that was waiting by the curb.

You Could Never Imagine (Harry Fan Fic): Chapter Thirty

Chapter 30

Anne came back in sometime after my parents had left, but I was asleep, as I decided it’d be easier to have nightmares than face my therapist right now.

                “Megan, dear,” Anne’s soothing voice whispered softly as she shook my shoulder, “Harry’s here.”

                I fluttered my eyes open tiredly and nodded at her, I glanced over at the sulking curly-headed boy in the chair next to my bed. He was staring at his hands, which were shaking, and he had dark bags under his eyes. I looked up at the clock on the wall – nearly midnight, I had to admit I felt really bad for Harry and Anne being here all of the time, especially since Harry was still in school.

                “Harry,” I croaked, his eyes widening at my voice, “Go home.”

                “No,” He shook his head, staring into my eyes, “I’m not leaving.”

                “Please,” I said softly, my heart re-breaking at the pain in his eyes, “You need to sleep.”

                “Then scoot over,” He said unbearably quietly, tears forming in his eyes as he waited for my response.

                “I can’t,” I shook my head, not because I was physically incapable of moving over, but because I couldn’t let him in again, “I’m sorry.”

                “Okay,” He nodded understandingly as he pulled on his jacket, “Love you.”

                I nodded tightly as he walked out of the door, shutting it behind him. I sighed softly, turning my back to the door and drifting off again.

*

                “Ms. Lambert, up you go,” A burly nurse helped me sit up in bed and started taking my vitals, “You’ll have one last session with your therapist today, and she’ll determine when you can go!”

                “Thank you,” I smiled softly, extending my arm for another IV to be put in.

                “Alright, she’ll be here in a moment,” She smiled gruffly and stomped out of the room.

                Minutes later I heard a soft knock on the door and the familiar face of my therapist popped inside, a sickening smile on her perfect face.

                “How are we this morning, Megan?” She piped cheerily, sitting down next to me.

                “Better,” I smiled, letting out a relaxed sigh – damn, I was good at faking.

                “That’s lovely!” She took a few notes on her clipboard, “Have you talked to Harry?”

                “Yes, actually,” I nodded, “I saw him early this morning, and he looked tired so I told him to go get some sleep.”

                “That’s good!” She squealed, I tried my best to not roll my eyes, “You’re doing much better, Megan. Now, have you thought about the baby?”

                “Um, a bit,” I smiled, trying to swallow the lump in my throat; “I suppose I’ve come to terms with it.”

                “Really now?” She cocked an eyebrow, scribbling onto her paper.

                “Yes,” I nodded, “I mean, having it would have probably caused a lot of problems… and even though this has caused quite a bit, it won’t be as bad in the long run, right?”

                “Yes, love, yes,” She patted my hand and smiled at me encouragingly, “Well dear, I think you can go home whenever you’re ready to be honest.”

                “Really?” I squeaked, sitting up straighter, “Can I go home today then?”

                “Yes, I’ll call in your nurse to get you ready,” She smiled, waving at me softly before clicking her heels down the hallway.

                An hour later, I was seated in the passenger seat of Anne’s car, the few things I had laid in the back and she was smiling ecstatically. Soon after, we were pulling into the familiar driveway of Harry’s house, and she helped me out – still being a bit sore from the miscarriage. I carried my things upstairs to the guest room and collapsed onto the bed, quickly drifting off.

                Anne had promised me Harry would stay in the bedroom downstairs so I wouldn’t have to see him often, she said she would bring me meals upstairs and I could do as I pleased when he was at school. We both decided it’d be easiest for us to not see each other, even though it was clearly breaking both of us, Anne agreed, helping out as much as possible. She wouldn’t let me go home yet though, as my doctors told her I could relapse, but little did they know I had never gotten over any of it.

You Could Never Imagine (Harry Fan Fic): Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter 29

“Meg,” Harry whined into my ear for about the fiftieth time that hour, “Talk to me.”

                I fluttered my eyes closed, puling the thin white blanket closer to my chin, not daring to look Harry in the eye. It’s been three days since the incident and I haven’t said a word to him, mainly because I feel terrible. It was my body that didn’t agree with our child – not his, he had wanted the baby just as much as I had, maybe more, and I’d taken that away from him. He’d assured me countless times that he wasn’t mad at me and that he loved me, but I just felt like curling up into a ball and dying.

                “Babe,” He brushed a strand of hair out of my face, pressing his lips to my temple, “I love you, and I need to go.”

                He kissed my head again and slipped on his jacket, I glanced at him slightly as he walked out of the room – probably going to school. I wasn’t really sure what time it was, or day for that matter, all I knew is that either Harry or Anne was here all the time. Speaking of, Anne stepped inside the room smiling at me softly.

                “Hello Megan,” She sat down in the chair next to my bed, “How are you feeling today?”

                “Good,” I croaked, her being the only one I’d spoken to.

                “Has the doctor been by yet?” She asked worriedly, pulling a magazine out of her purse.

                “No,” I shook my head, sipping on a juice box, “I’m going to go to sleep.”

                “Alright dear,” She rubbed the back of my hand before leaning back in her chair and reading through her magazine.

                I turned my back to her and shut my eyes tightly. I hadn’t been able to sleep much, every dream – or nightmare I guess, involved some type of bloody fetus. Last night’s was the worst, Harry was holding it smiling wildly, “Look, Meg, it’s a girl!” he shouted, at that point I woke up in a cold sweat screaming. My doctor had assigned me therapy twice a day; supposedly it would ease my mind and help me deal with my issues, but all it seemed to be doing was making it worse.

                I finally dozed off, sinking into dreamland. I was sitting in a big meadow, accompanied by Harry and a small bundle in his arms. I felt myself smile, leaning over to him, he held out the bundle to me. I grabbed it expectantly but this time, instead of the bloodiness, there was a snow white face accompanied by thin wisps of brown hair on the top of its head. The little baby flickered it’s big green eyes open, I felt my heart wrench, I pressed a small kiss on its button nose and looked back up to Harry, but he was gone. I jumped up and ran looking for him everywhere – but he was gone.

                “Megan!” A harsh unfamiliar voice snapped me awake, “Are you okay? You’re sweating.”

                “Wha – what’s going on?” I gasped, running my fingers through my hair, “Who are you?”

                “I’m a nurse dear,” The lady spoke, putting some more liquid into my IV, “You have some guests.”

                “Who?” I looked at her questioningly; the only other person that had been here besides Harry, Gemma, and Anne was Spencer.

                “I’ll just bring them in,” She smiled tightly as she stepped into the hallway.

                She stepped back in, flanked by none other than both of my parents. My dad had a sympathetic look on his face, but my mother – oh my mother, she was shooting daggers at me. I glared directly back at her, my gaze not faltering as the nurse left.

                “Megan,” She said tightly, taking a few steps towards, “How dare you?”

                “Honey,” My dad gripped her arm tightly, but she ripped it from him.

                “You,” She snarled at me, her hand connecting harshly with the side of my face, “Ruined the family name, you SLUT!”

                “Candace!” My dad roared pulling her behind him, “Megan, honey, I’m so sorry.”

                I just shook my head, my hand still resting on my cheek that was now burning. I felt a few lone tears straggle down my face as I looked him in the eyes. Something inside of him broke – he stood up and walked out with my mother, not saying another word.

                I leaned myself back down onto my pillow, breathing in raggedly, the sobs coming harder. I pulled at my hair, muffling my screams with my hand. I’ve officially lost everything that I could’ve ever wanted. I could never face Harry without picturing our beautiful little baby that will never be, but before I can get away from it all – I’ll have to put on a brave face and pretend like I’m fine.