Wake Up (I Just Want to be Loved sequel) *Completed*

This is a sequel, so here is the desciption to the previous book 'I Just Want to be Loved.'
When Brittany's mum get's remarried, she got a surprises when she finds out who her new step brothers are. When she starts living with one of them and his friends, and starts 'dating' one of them, she starts to question herself. Was her life to complicated? What's going to happen when her past catches up with her? Will Louis ever tell her his secret? Are one of the boys going to fall for her? What will Liam do when she becomes known as 'Mummy Direction'? And most importantly, will the boys be understanding about her past and help her in the future?

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10. Chapter 10

Meghan's POV

 

I was at the apartment when I heard Mrs. Julie crying, so I ran out of my bedroom to see Louis hugging a sobbing Julie and he had tears running down his face as well.

"Please tell me Brittany's okay," I said as soon as I saw them and Mrs. Julie slowly shook her head. As soon as she did that, horrible possiblites of what happened started filling my head and I felt tears start to slip down my face.

"What's wrong?" I asked quietly, and I saw Mrs. Julie open her mouth to speak, but a sob came out instead of words.

Louis stood up and walked over to me.

"The doctor just called and said that Brittany has had  a miscarriage. They think it's just one of the babies, but they didn't say much. They told us that if we get to the hospital before three, we can be in a looking room to watch the surgery t-to get the ba-baby out," Louis said, breaking down at the end and I hugged him.

"It's two thirty, so we should really get going."

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Louis' POV

 

Mrs. Tom, Meghan and I were standing in a viewing room, watching as the surgons cut Brittany open.

"This is so fucking gruesom," Meghan said as she hid her face into my shoulder.

"But it's what's best for her," I reminded Meghan. "They said that it was the boy who died, but the girl is still there. She's still alive. They told us that this was a possibility as soon as we found out she was pregnant. They told us that the possibilty of both the babies living were very slim."

"But the baby died."

"But the girl is still alive, and Brittany's going to be okay. That's what matters."

We all stayed quiet as a man reached into Brittany and pulled out a brown little baby like thing that could've fit in my hand and wrapped him in a blanket and took him away to a place that I didn't want to ever know about.

"Oh my god they're black," Meghan whispered as my heart broke slightly.

She wasn't going to have my kid.

She was going to have the fucking rapists' kid.

She going to b-.

"Oh my god," Mrs. Tom whispered and my eyes widened at what they saw.

A tiny, bloody hand, with little fingers reached out of Brittany's stomach, and I didn't know weither to puke or stand there in shock. I decided to stand there in shock once I noticed something about the baby girls hand.

It was white.

The baby was white.

One of the surgeons walked over and pressed the button on the wall so they could talk to us.

"Would you like us to take a DNA sample to see if the baby girl belongs to the boy that's with you?" he asked.

Mrs. Tom ran over to the button on our side and pressed it and said, "Yes. Please. That would be amazing."

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A few hours later, we got the results of the little girl's DNA test. They took some of her blood, and some of mine, and when they handed me the paper, I litterally cried of happines.

"Hey Lou," Meghan said and bumped my shoulder with hers as we sat in the waiting room, waiting for Mrs. Tom to leave Brittanys room so I couls go in there and talk to her privetly.

"Hey Meggie?"

"Guess what?"

"Chicken butt," I said and she hit the back of my head. "What?" I sighed.

"You're going to be a dad."

"I know."

"Have you told the boys yet? Or Management?"

"No, I'm going to wait to tell the lads. I want to tell them in person, and Management can go suck a dick. When I told them that Brittany was pregnant, they wanted me to cut off all ties with her just because the baby might have been mine."

"What did you say to them?"

"I told them to fuck off and mind their own fucking business."

"Nice job."

"Thank you," I said with a small smile.

"What are you going to do about your carreer now that you're going to be a father?"

"Well, if Harry can be a dad and be in a band, then so can I. Also, Brittany once said to me no girl wants to be with the father of their child, just because there's a baby. They want to be with them because the father loves them, and if that's true, hell, even if that's not true, I know that I'll do whatever I have to be to be with Brittany, because I love her."

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"Brittany, I'm so sorry," I said as I crawled into her hospital bed and very gentally pulled her into a hug. "I'm so sorry. One of the nurses told me that when she walked in her to check on you, it looked like you had been murdered. There was so much blood. Once they took an ultrasound to see what happened an-and, Brittany, you had a miscarriage. The baby boy died.

"But the girl, she’s okay. She’s perfectly okay, Brittany. But after the ultrasound they took you into surgery t-to get him out, and it was in one of those rooms where people are able to watch through a window to see what was happening and when they took out the baby,” I told her as tears fell down my face.

"The boy, he was black. But the girl, she was white. And she's ours. They even did a DNA test to make sure," I told her and she turned her face and pressed it into my chest which made my breath hitch. She had just moved.

"I just want you to know that you did nothing wrong. The doctors all told us that this could happen," I said and tighted my grip on her when I saw a tear slip from her eye.

"You know, I should probably tell someone that you're crying, or that you moved. They told us that little things like this means that you're starting to wake up," I told her and I could feel my heart pounding with joy. "I hope they're right.

"I love you," I told her and gave her a kiss on the forehead and slowly scooted away from her as to not tare any of her stitches. "I love you so much. You just need to be with us again. I'm worried about you," I told her as I walked to the door to get a nurse and tell her what happened.

"I miss you so much," I told her and walked out the door.

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