Rescue Me

Lia has lived in the slums of Rio, Brazil all her life and when Lia steals from a shop one night, two boys chase her and pin her to the ground. But what Lia doesn't realise is that this one Irish boy with kind blue eyes will be the one to show her new things and teach her about the world. Maybe even teach her about love.


51. Labour


Lias POV


It's three days until the wedding and my nerves are starting to kick in. What if Niall turned away at the last moment? Left me standing at the aisle? Everyone would laugh and I'd be forced to go back to the slums with Jelly. I didn't want that for her; she had such a better life here in London. I'm sitting on my bedroom floor painting my toenails when someone bursts through the door; making me jump. Nail polish spills on to the floor and I go to complain but Niall shouting interrupts me.

"Lia! Brooke's gone into labour! Come on!" He shouts and I stare at him in disbelief. She wasn't due till next week! I stand up and follow Niall down the stairs and in to the living room. Brooke is sitting on the floor with her legs spread out, panting and gripping her stomach. A towel is placed underneath her and Belle holds her hand. Harry is pacing around the room; looking terrified.

"We need to get her to the hospital, now!" I exclaim, motioning at the front door. Niall rushes outside and turns the car on. Harry helps me and Belle lead Brooke slowly out of the house. We finally all settle in and Louis, Liam and Zayn follow us in another car as we race towards the local hospital. 

"Oh my god, oh my god." Brooke panics so I lean forward as we turn into the emergency car park and place a hand on hers. I keep my hand in hers as we take her into the maternity ward. 

"Lia, Lia I can't do this!" She strains as we settle her on to the bed.

"Listen, B, you'll be fine." I try and comfort her as I watch an extremely worried looking Harry walk back an forth around the room.


Two hours later, me and Belle helped Brooke safely through the birth of her and Harry's son. 

"Oh my god," Brooke whispers, holding him in her arms for the first time.

"He's beautiful," Harry says, tears in his eyes. She kisses his tiny forehead before handing him to Harry.

"Hello there, little one." Harry says, softly; cradling him against his chest. 

"What are you naming him?" I ask as Liam, Zayn, Louis and Niall creep into the room. 

"Guys, meet little Tristan Styles." Harry beams and Brooke grins too as Harry hands him to her. He begins crying and Brooke looks panicked for a moment; before she begins to rock him and coo. Soon, he's silent again and we all take turns to hold his small body. 

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