My heart skips a beat and I can't breathe. Niall stands up from the chair and rubs my back. I have to take deep breaths as tears roll down my cheek. Even Dr. Hilton doesn't know what to say. She's probably used to tell the good news of being pregnant and not the bad news of the lost of a child. I only found out about the pregnancy this week and now the baby is gone. My heart is racing and my body is heating up. I'm sad and mad at the same time. Sad, because I lost a baby that I never got to know and see. I'll never know if it was a girl or a boy. If he or she had my face or Niall's. If he or she would have had a happy life. It breaks my heart knowing that it existed but never got to see the world. And then I'm mad because I should have looked if a car was coming or not. Mad, because I was distracted by looking at Niall. And mad because the driver drove into me. I guess, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time – we were.

"I'm so sorry, Olivia. I know that it must be very hard for you but please, you have a lot more chances to get pregnant again. You are young and have your whole life in front of you. I promise you that there are plenty more chances of having a baby." Dr. Hilton breaks the silent and gives me the cup filled with water that stood on the nightstand. I take a sip and put it back before I nod.

"Thank you, Dr. Hilton. Thank you." Is all I can say. I look down and avoid eye contact with Niall. I just can't look into the eyes that my baby could have had.

Dr. Hilton carefully takes a step back and quietly leaves the door. I hear the door shut, but don't move. It's like I'm frozen as Niall still rubs my back.

"Was it a girl or a boy?" He asks quietly.

I shrug. "We'll never know." My voice is a whisper and I have to hold back any more tears. Niall cups my cheeks with both his hands and slowly lifts up my face to connect his eyes with mine.

"I bet it was as beautiful as you are." Niall smiles softly and I manage to chuckle short. He kisses my forehead and sits down on the bed. I manage to weakly smile at him as he pulls me into a hug. I fight the urge to cry but I can't and tears just stream down my face. Niall doesn't say a thing, doesn't try to make the situation better because there is nothing that could make it better. He can't bring the baby back with magical powers, he can't turn back time and prevent everything that happened. All he can do is hold me in his arms.

I can't remember how and when but eventually we laid down and fell asleep. At least, I did and now I hear Niall talking but his voice seems to be miles away from me. I rub my eyes open and try to sit up but my body hurts and I stop trying after a few seconds. I close my eyes again and take deep breaths. Carefully, as if it's going to break, I put my hand on my stomach. It has a bandage around it and I feel tears building up again. No, I think, I can't cry again. I've been crying over the last six weeks non stop and it has to end. Ignoring the growing pain that I feel all around my body, I sit up and put my legs over the edge of the bed. Deep breath and... I try to stand but feel a sharp pain in my stomach and gasp.

"Olivia! Help!" Niall shouts and someone else runs over to me and holds me up. It's a nurse and she doesn't let go of my week self until Niall is next to me and takes in her position. I don't know where he was but he must have been near or else he wouldn't have seen me and scream for help this quick. Unless he's superman, which I doubt, even though he's pretty amazing.

"I'm fine." I lie and shut my eyes as I take deep breaths. The nurse leaves the room again and Niall looks at me with big and worried eyes.

"Don't lie to me." He says and helps me sit down on the bed. "What are you trying to do anyway? You just had an accident." Niall stands himself between my legs and puts his hands on my shoulders as I look up to him.

"I don't know." All this just doesn't make sense.

Niall doesn't response to that and takes my hand. He puts my silver ring on my ring finger. "Ally, Ethan and Shawn where here and... Ally brought you this." He says and gives it a kiss before standing up straight, supported by his crutches.

"I took it down because--" I want to explain to him why I wasn't wearing it but he cuts me off.

"You don't have to explain... I think I know why." Niall says and sits down next to me. "You-You probably wanted to end and forget everything." He mumbles as he looks down to the floor.

"No!" I exclaim. "No." I repeat with in my normal voice again. "No... I-I didn't want to end or forget anything, Niall." I cup his cheek with one hand and turn his face to face me. "Please don't think like that... The only reason why I took it off was because I-I broke down every time I would see it. It's not because I want to forget or end things... I would never want that. All... All I wanted was to not break down every other second, you know? I-I don't want things to ever end between us." The words just leave my mouth and I feel like it's my heart that is speaking and not my mind or the past that I keep remembering. All I say is true.

"Really?" Niall asks and I nod. I cup his other cheek with my other head and kiss his nose.

"Really." I mumble and attach my lips to his. We kiss and I feel my heart racing.

We pull apart and Niall takes my hands in his. He gives the ring on my finger another kiss and then my temple.

"I want to go home." I tell Niall as he puts his hands on my shoulders. He starts to massage me, relaxing my body and mind.

"Tomorrow, gorgeous." Niall says and touches my cheek with one hand. I snuggle into his hand and give the palm of his hand a kiss.

"I love you so much." I whisper against his skin and give it another kiss before I look up at him. He strokes my cheek with his thumb and smiles.

"I love you so much more." He says and one look into his eyes tells me that he really does with every single piece of him.

Niall puts his arm around me again and kisses my head. "I love being super cheesy with you." I admit laughing.

"Well, I love everything that has to do with you." Niall chuckles and puts his arms around my waist. He pulls me closer to him and lies down. Without feeling any bit of pain, I lay down between his legs and rest my head on his chest. It is s as if Niall is the cure to every pain I've ever felt. I look up at him and notice all the little things that I missed about him. His eyes, his hair – messy or styled, doesn't matter because it looks great no matter what – his smell, his lips, his smile. Everything.

"What are you thinking?" Niall asks and strokes my head with his hand.

"I'm thinking about how perfect you are 24/7." I explain to him, making him and myself smirk.

"Really? 'Cause I'm thinking the same about you." He says, making me smirk even bigger. I missed moments like this. "You have no idea how much I missed you, Olivia." Niall says as he rubs my back.

"I really missed you too, Niall, but... can we not talk about it anymore?" I ask as I look into his precious eyes. "I don't feel like talking about the last few weeks." I admit to him and bite my lip as I think about the amount of tears that rolled down my cheeks and the amount of tissue boxes I used.

"You're right." Niall says and presses his lips together. I can't tell if he really thinks that I'm right or if he thinks that talking about the past is better than just avoiding the topic. All I'm thinking is that, yeah, not talking about it won't make the last few weeks disappear but on the other hand, talking about it won't make anything better anyways.

"It's just, you know, even just thinking about it makes me sad." I explain and smile weakly at him.

"Everything will be okay... promise." Niall says and kisses my forehead.

We hear a knock on the door and then the young doctor from before comes in with a big smile on his face. Wondering what makes him smile like this, I sit up and bite my lip as a nervous feeling builds up in me.

"How are you feeling, Olivia?" He asks and comes to the side of the bed.

"Good." I say.

"And the pain? How is it?" He takes the clipboard from the end of the bed and looks through the papers.

"Manageable."

"Good and your head? Does it hurt a lot? Or itch?"

"Why should it itch?"

"Because of your scar. Don't worry it didn't open up again, but do you feel any itching?"

A scar on my head? No one ever told me anything about a scar on my head. He must have the wrong papers or something. I don't have a scar on my head, right? I never looked but, I should know if I have one. Someone would tell me, right?

"I don't have a scar on my head." I say and look at him confused.

"Yes, yes. It says it right here, wait..." He looks through the papers again and his eyes widen when he finds what he was looking for. "It says it right here. Scar on the back of her head – Confid--" He suddenly stops and I watch how his happy facial expression disappears. "OH! Oh, this must be the wrong paper. Something must have been mixed up... I'm-I'm so sorry. I'll tell someone to correct that... but, you are feeling all right, yeah?" He asks and puts a smile back on. His cheeks are bright bed and I feel Niall's arm around my waist.

"I'm all right, yes." I say even though I'm confused. Why would he say that I have a scar on my head with the most confidence that I've seen for the last few months and then take it back after reading something that's written on the clipboard? Are the papers really mixed up?

"Okay then... I'll come by in the morning. Good-good night." He says and it's as if the confident doctor that I had few minutes ago, turned into a medical student, with no experience and the fear of everything.

He leaves the room again and I look at Niall. He looks tensed and I feel like he knows more than I do. "Do I have a scar on my head?" I ask.

"I never saw one." Niall says but that doesn't mean that there isn't one. Hundreds of questions pop into my head but only one bothers me the most of them all: Why should I have a scar on my head, when I never got hurt there?