“Are you ready?” Harry asked from the bedroom door. I grabbed my bag from the floor before turning to nod at him.

“I can drive myself you know.”

“I know, but I want to take you and be there for you when you finish.” Harry said to me gently, pulling my body against his. I smiled at him softly before pressing a kiss to his lips. I was seeing the psychiatrist today for the first time.

I followed Harry down the stairs and towards the door, pulling my trench coat tighter around my body. The moment Harry opened the door the blast of cold air hit us as well as flashes. I sighed and grabbed onto Harry’s hand as we made our way out of the house. We had had paparazzi staying outside the house for a week now since management had announced our loss.

Neither of us had left the house since the paparazzi had started camping out for photos of us. We walked towards the car, Harry’s arms and body shielding me from the view of the paparazzi while I kept my head down. I could hear them calling out for us but Harry quickly helped me in the car before running around the other side and jumping in. I heard the curses he mumbled as he slowly reversed out of the driveway trying not to hit anyone.

We eventually got free and drove off in silence. I could tell Harry was still extremely angry.

“It’s okay,” I said softly reaching a hand over to touch his thigh comfortingly. He shook his head.

“No it’s not. After everything we’ve been through these last two weeks you would think they could just give us break.” He growled, hands tightening around the steering wheel making his knuckles turn white.

Sighing I lifted my hand up to softly run through his curls until he started to calm down.

We eventually pulled up outside a brick building.

“This is it?” I asked Harry confused as we climbed out of his car. He grabbed my hand and nodded.

“It’s the right address.” I shrugged and followed him inside. We walked in and was met with a reception desk and waiting room but everything was really warm and welcoming. Harry and I both shrugged out of our coats before we walked to the desk. The lady there looked up and smiled.

“Skye Jackson?” She asked me. I nodded at her. She gestured to the waiting room and disappeared into another room. I shifted nervously in my seat as Harry held my hand.

“Thank you for doing this,” Harry said quietly, his eyes focused on the ground. I smiled and reached over to press my lips to his cheek. He glanced up and smiled at me softly.

“Miss Jackson. You can go through now.” The lady said appearing back through the door. I nodded and turned to Harry. He pecked my lips softly before nudging me forward. I straightened up and left my bag with Harry as I headed inside the other room.

I walked into the room to be greeted by an older lady.

“Uh you must be Skye?” She asked softly. I nodded at her.

“Great well I’m Julie.” She said shaking my hand before offering me a chair that sat in front of another, the other one she sat down in. I nervously placed my hands in my lap and glanced around at the warmly furnished room and admired a few paintings she had up.

“So Skye, what brings you here today?” Julie asked me kindly. I eyed her for a moment before saying and relaxing more in my seat.

“My boyfriend wanted me to come.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because we lost our baby.” I whispered softly, staring down at my hands.

“How did you lose your baby?” She asked gently.

“Miscarriage two weeks ago.”

“How far along were you?”

“Two months and 12 days, I know it’s not long but...” I paused as she interrupted politely.

“It still hurts.” She nodded. I nodded back.

“All the time, I just want it to stop, for it to go away. But I just feel guilty so much.” I mumbled, hands resting on my stomach.

“This isn’t your fault Skye. You have to remember that. This is one of the worse experiences to ever have to go through. But we are here to talk about it. Get some of that emotion out and then maybe you can start to heal.”

“It’s perfectly natural for mothers to feel the blame for losing their child while still pregnant, even father’s express guilt as well. But you have to understand that there is nothing that could have been done. It certainly wasn’t yours or your partners fault.” She assured me. I nodded at her.

“Would you like to talk about that day?” She asked softly. I shook my head.

“That’s okay. How about we just talk about how you’ve been feeling today and go from there.” I nodded and took a deep breath before explaining how I had felt today from when I woke up until now. By the time we were done, an hour had already gone by. I made another appointment next week before thanking her and walking out to meet Harry.

He stood up instantly the moment the door opened. I offered him a small smile as he walked over and grabbed my hand, staring at me concerned. We headed to the car and climbed in.

“How are you?” Harry asked me softly. I reached over and stroked his cheek.

“Better I think. I feel better today. We just talked about how I was feeling; we didn’t talk about that day. But just talking was enough for today.” I said to him softly. He nodded and reached over to press a peck to my nose.

“I’m proud of you.” He said softly. I smiled up at him.

“Thank you for sending me here.” I replied, placing a kiss to his nose before Harry started the car and we made our way back home. I glanced out the window and smiled softly while I rested my hand against my stomach.

Hopefully, eventually things would be okay again. It certainly wasn’t going to be the same, but hopefully it would be better.

-

“I’m sorry,” Eleanor announced walking towards me as I sat on one of the outdoor lounges outside, wrapped up in a blanket and finishing off a Uni assignment. I shot her a confused look.

“You’re forgiven?” I asked hesitantly. She huffed and threw herself down next to me before placing the magazine she had in her hand on my lap. I stared at her worriedly before moving my laptop over and lifting up the magazine. Instantly I saw photos of Harry and I on the front. My blood ran cold, wondering what they could have printed this time.

I skipped to the page and found photos of Harry and I leaving the house yesterday. Then there were additional photos of Harry and I entering the building where I went to a psychiatrist. Sighing my eyes scanned over to the words and began to skim through. According to them, since I lost the baby I had had a mental breakdown and possibly tried to kill myself.

“Oh wow they were a bit dramatic this time.” I mumbled continued to read about my mentality breaking after losing a child. “I suppose they’re not too far off. I did go psycho and scream at you all.”

“Skye, this isn’t funny.” Eleanor said angrily. I rolled my eyes at her.

“Lighten up a bit. It’s just a bunch or rumours. Don’t show Harry this though.” I said quickly. Eleanor bit her lip.

“Actually Louis was the one that told me about it. He told me to come over and warn you that Harry’s going to be pissed when they get home.” I groaned in annoyance.

“I should probably warn the paps out front that he’s going to murder them when he gets home.”

“They’re gone. No one was around when I came in.” Eleanor commented. I smiled gladly.

“Oh thank god!” I huffed. “When are the boys supposed to be home?”

“Half an hour I think. So I’m going to go to my class now and let you deal with Harry.” She said happily, reaching forward to kiss my cheek before leaving. I waved her away and glanced back down at the magazine. Sighing I picked up everything and headed inside, I chucked the magazine in the bin on my way through the kitchen.

I got comfortable and warm in the back living room and continued my Uni work. Not long later the front door slammed shut violently. I debated whether or not I should pretend to be asleep. Deciding that that wouldn’t be very nice I placed my work on the coffee table and pulled my legs up onto the couch and waited for Harry to find me. I sat and listened to his heavy footfalls before they finally worked their way to the back of the house. Not a minute later Harry was standing in the doorway, I could see the anger practically glowing from his eyes.

I stared at him for a moment but cut him off before he could speak.

“I’ve seen it,” I told him and patted the seat next to me indicating for him to join me. He hesitated a moment before taking a big breath and sitting next to me. I moved forward and wrapped my legs around him placing my chest against his side. He sighed and lifted his arm to sit around my waist.

“I’m going to sue them,” he said angrily, I could feel how rigid his body was.

“For what? Doing their job?”

“They’re lying! You didn’t have a mental breakdown and you didn’t try to kill yourself. We lost our baby for god’s sake. You think they would just back off. Fucking tossers.” Harry cursed. I watched him as he took in deep breaths. I lifted my hand to run through his hair. He moved his head away though.

“Don’t try to calm me down,” he grumbled at me. I snorted at his childishness before reaching forward and tugging his hair back to me. He winced but let me run my fingers through it after that.

“You’re not going to sue them. We are going to ignore it. We know the truth and no one else needs to know.” I told him sternly. “No one else matters.”

“But...” I cut him off with a kiss.

“I honestly don’t care Harry. They can think what they want. They can follow us around and print whatever they feel like. But I don’t care.” I told him seriously. He sighed and finally relaxed into my embrace. His hands tracing patterns on my ankle before he rested his head against the back of the couch. I smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his neck, wrapping my arms around him in the process. I could hear his heartbeat slow down to a normal pace while my head rested on his chest.

“Feel better?” I asked him softly. He nodded and lazily smiled down at me.

“Good. Now I’m hungry and I have a craving for pizza so I’m going to go order it.” I said happily pressing a quick kiss to his lips before climbing off the couch and headed towards the phone in the kitchen. After I ordered pizza my phone buzzed. I pulled it out too see a twitter notification.

I opened it curiously and rolled my eyes. Of course he couldn’t help but say something. Smiling, I headed back to him to see him on his phone.

“Cheeky bugger,” I muttered to him sitting down and curling into his side as he smirked down at me.