Beautiful Nightmares

Bella Tomlinson, sister of Louis Tomlinson, gets pregnant with Liam Payne's baby. No worries, right? Wrong. The next nine months is complete and utter chaos, even more so when a once loved work colleague changes his mind about Bella for the worse. Will Bella and Liam's love last long enough to see their baby together, or will Rick make sure that death does them part?


7. Two Little Accidents

~~We didn’t have much time to unpack when we got home. Liam had an interview. He was rushing around, his shirt unbuttoned, complaining that he couldn’t find his jacket.
I caught him in the chest, doing up his shirt.
“Calm down.”
I handed him his jacket.
He smiled as he bent down and kissed me on the cheek.
“Go.” I said, shooing him out the door.
“Get some sleep.” He put on a pair of aviator glasses.
“Hasta la vista, baby.” Liam said, attempting an American accent and epically failing.
 He opened the door, running to the waiting limo outside. I waved, leaning against the doorframe until the car swung around the bend. I headed back into the kitchen, putting the jug on. The apartment was eerily quiet. I poured myself a cup of tea.
I was shivering, despite the fact it was the middle of summer. Liam must have left a window open while we were away. I went upstairs to get a cardigan.
And the pain nearly knocked me over. It came out of nowhere, sudden, abrupt, like somebody driving a knife into my stomach. I slipped down three stairs, screaming. I gripped the banister, feeling my nails bury themselves into the wood. It only went on for a few seconds, but it seemed like an eternity. Breathing hard, I shakily got up. Then the nausea came. I sprinted upstairs, slamming the bathroom door behind me. I was sick. I collapsed, in a heap on the bathroom floor.

My eyes snapped open. I had gone stiff, lying on the cold, hard tiles. I sat up, head spinning. How long had I been out? I stood, staggering in a drunk manner towards the bedside clock. It was nearly four thirty! Two hours. I had been lying there, on the bathroom floor, unconscious for two hours. I heard the front door open.
“Bella? I’m home.”
It was Liam, back from his interview.
“I’m upstairs.” I said, hoarsely.
I heard him thud noisily into the bedroom.
“Bells? Are you ok?” He asked, coming and sitting beside where I was, lying on the floor next to the bed, fumbling with the ivory necklace.
“I’m fine.”
“Don’t give me that shit. Something is wrong.”
“I was sick, that’s all. It was probably just a flu.” I added, after seeing his shocked expression.
“Can you walk?” Liam said, helping me to my feet.
Ignoring my nod of reply, he insisted on half-carrying me downstairs. Liam made me sit on the couch.
“Do you want something to eat?”
“I really don’t think I could eat anything right now.”
“How about coffee?”
“Yeah, thanks.”
He kissed me on the cheek and walked into the kitchen.
The stomach ache came back. It hadn’t left really. Either I had learned to bear the pain, or it had slightly ceased. It didn’t feel like a knife stab anymore though. More like a mini David Beckham kicking his little soccer ball around inside me.
As in a baby?
 My head spun, feeling sick again. I got up and ran to the full-size mirror in the foyer, and lifted up my top slightly so it showed my stomach. I was never the skinniest person in the world. But I could see there was a difference in my weight, a slight bulge.
This was it.
I felt dizzy.
The walls were closing in around me.
Someone was screaming.
It might have been me.
 My knees buckled and I fell face-first into the mirror, feeling glass shards impaling themselves in my body.
“Bella what-“
It was Liam. I heard him give a yell and drop what I think must be the cup of coffee he was about to give me.
He ran over to me.
“Stay awake!”
He broke away, dialing the number to the hospital. I was finding it harder and harder to obey his command. Sleep seemed like the only way to escape from this pain, this pain that rocked my body. It burned, twisted, felt like my nerves were on fire. But I had to stay awake. If I fell asleep now, there could be a chance of me never waking up. Every inch of me ached, throbbed. It could go away. I could just…
“Don’t you dare!”
Liam grasped my hand in two of his. His voice cracked. I think he might have been crying.
“Just stay awake. Please.”
He picked me up, resting my head in the crook of his arm.
“You’ll be ok.”
He rocked me gently back and forth.
“You will be ok.” He repeated.
“The ambulance is on its way.”
Seconds dissolved into minutes. The pain was becoming unbearable. Finally, I felt relief wash over me when I heard the sound of sirens in the distance.
“Stay here.”
Liam smoothed the hair off my sweaty forehead and kissed me.
The door opened, and several sets of heavy footsteps entered. I felt myself being lifted into a stretcher. A cry escaped my lips. Through slits in my eyes, I saw there was blood all over the carpet where I had just been lying. When Liam came around and took hold of my hand, I saw I had left red stains on his shirt as well. 
“Will she be ok?”
Liam asked in a worried tone as the paramedics carried me to the ambulance.
“She’s losing a lot of blood, but none of the glass seems to have punctured any main arteries.”
They lifted the stretcher into the ambulance, where they strapped me to it and started to dab up some of the minor wounds.
“We can’t touch any of these deeper cuts. Some of them look pretty nasty.”
One of the doctors said to the driver.
“Step on it.”
They inserted some sort of needle into a space on my arm where glass wasn’t sticking out. It didn’t really help at first. It only added to the pain I was in right now. But after a few minutes, oh, the relief. It helped the worst of it, spreading over my body, letting me out of the world of torture I had been trapped in. Liam was still there, holding onto my hands when they arrived at the hospital.
He was livid when he saw the photographers too, all snapping pictures of my pain, my misery.

“Everybody, please clear out.”
A policeman had arrived at the scene.
He managed to get rid of the worst of them, but a few paparazzi tried to follow us into the emergency ward.
“Fuck off!”
Liam snarled.
“What’s entertaining about this?”
He gestured to my face, covered in blood.
“You people’s salary comes out of other peoples pain and embarrassment. Get a life!”
He slammed the doors to the emergency ward shut, never letting go of my hand.  They wheeled me into a room, where they tried to make Liam wait outside. He ignored them, staying with me the entire time.  But they made him let go of my hand. The doctors lifted me from the stretcher and onto the operating table.
“Now, just breathe. You won’t feel a thing.”
One of them said, fitting a mask over my mouth. They started pumping gas through it, making me feel like I was drunk. I felt my eyelids getting heavy as the fumes entered my lungs. The pain would all go away now…


Sorry I've taken to post a new chapter :(((

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