Light Up My World

(Transferring my stories from my account to here)
Emma is just your average 17 year old that you could possibly think of, kind of. Her mom is a fashion designer, goes to a private school, and has all the clothes and money in the world. But when she meets One Direction her life takes a well needed hault.


22. Small Bump

The next morning, Emma left the hospital, still not speaking to anyone and only eating when the doctors forced her too.  Ed was by her side as much as Harry was, helping her into the house and into bed.  “Do you want anything babe?” Harry asked, bending down and kissing her cheek.  Emma shook her head and looked up at Harry, forcing a smile, “No.  Thank you though,” she whispered.  Harry nodded and turned to walk away,  being stopped by the small grasp that Emma had on his wrist.  He turned back around and smiled at Emma, “Yes?” he asked.  Emma’s small smile soon faded from her face as she started crying, “I’m so sorry,” she sobbed.  Harry frowned and scooted next to her and pulling her on to his lap.  “Shhhh, Emma please don’t be sorry,” he pleaded, tears forming in his eyes.  He took her chin and looked into her eyes, “This was not your fault, do you hear me?” he stated, clearing his throat as it cracked slightly.  Emma wasn’t convinced, closing her eyes as more tears fell.  “But our baby...” she started, pulling away from Harry’s touch and burying her face in Harry’s chest.  “Will be safe wherever she is.  But please...please Emma.  This wasn’t either of our faults, do you understand me?” he asked, his voice rising.  Emma nodded, knowing that Harry was right.  “Now get some sleep okay?” he spoke softly, kissing her forehead as he got up, taking the covers and tucking her in.  “Harry?” she asked as he was inches away from the door “Yes?” he asked, turning around.  “I love you Harry,” she smiled, pulling her hand out from under the covers and twiddling her finger, the ring shining.  Harry grinned, running back over to her and kissing her lips softly, “I love you too Emma,” he said, kissing her lips once more before leaving the room and shutting the door quietly.

~~3 Months Later~~~

    “How is she?” Ed asked Harry, strumming his guitar softly, trying to find the right cord.  Harry sipped his coke, “Much better actually.  She’s been very active and eating healthier...We’re giving it another go...,” Harry smiled.  Ed strummed once more before turning to Harry, “You sure you two are up for it?  What if she can’t have a baby?” he asked cautiously, trying not to upset Harry.  Harry nodded, “I know.  I wondered that too, but she went to the doctors, got it all checked out and they said she was fine.  They don’t know what caused the miscarriage before.” he answered, taking another sip of his coke.  Ed nodded, knowing now that the awkward silence was a sure sign that it was time to change the subject.  There was a soft knock at the door, saving Ed from bringing up another awkward subject.  Harry sat up and opened the door, finding Emma in her raincoat and rain boots, smiling brightly as Harry kissed her cheek.  “I tried calling you but you didn’t answer” she giggled, taking off her coat and hanging it on the back of Harry’s chair.  “Sorry, been working with Ed all day.  Haven’t been by the phone,” he explained, pulling Emma onto his lap.  Ed sat up grabbing his guitar and walking to Harry, “I think it’s time mate you show her what you and I have been working on,” he smiled.  Emma climbed off his lap and sat on the floor in front of him, wrapping her arms around her knees and smiling.  Ed scooted next to him and started strumming the guitar, signaling to Harry that he would have to start singing soon.  Harry smiled at Emma and began singing:
    You were just a small bump, unborn, in four months you’re
brought to life,
You might be left with my hair, but you’ll have your 
mother’s eyes,
I’ll hold your body in my hands, be as gentle as I can, but
for now your scan of my unmade plans
A small bump in four months you’re brought to life
I’ll whisper quietly, Give you nothing but truth
If you’re not inside me, I’ll put my future in you
You are my one and only
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me
Oh you are my one and only
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me
And you’ll be alright.
You’re just a small bump unknown, you’ll grow into your
With a smile like hers and a dimple beneath your chin.
Fingernails the size of a half grain of rice, 
And eyelids closed to be son opened wide.
A small bump, in four months you’ll open your eyes
And I’ll hold you tightly, I’ll give you nothing but truth,
If you’re not inside me, I’ll put my future in you
You are my one and only.
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me
Oh you are my one and only
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me
And you’ll be alright
You can lie with me,
With your tiny feet
When you’re half asleep, 
I’ll leave you be.
Right in front of me
For a couple weeks
So I can keep you safe

Cause you are my one and only
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me
You are my one and only
You can wrap your finger round my thumb and hold me
And you’ll be alright

You were just a small bump unborn for four months then
torn from life
Maybe you were needed up there but we’re still unaware as

Ed put down his guitar and looked to Emma, who was in tears, wiping her face with her sleeve while her other hand was wrapped around her stomach.  “You don’t like it?” Harry asked, getting off of his chair and sitting in front of Emma.  Emma shook her head, “No no! Harry, Ed, I love it really I do.  It’s beautiful,” she explained through her tears.  Emma bowed her head and sniffled, “It’s just hard you know?  I may not have been ready for that baby but I wanted to be.  I wanted to be able to wake up in the middle of the night just to hold her.  And both of you have captured that beautifully in that song,” she smiled, her face blotchy and wet from crying.  Ed hugged her tightly, “Would you mind if I put it on my album?” he asked quietly.  Emma nodded, smiling, “Of course not Ed.”  Ed smiled as Emma kissed his cheek and sat up and grabbed her purse.  She pulled out a small, gold envelope with “Ed Sheeran” written in white cursive on the flap.  “You’re wedding invitation kind sir,” she smiled, sitting back on Harry’s lap and taking his hand in hers.  Ed grinned opening it up, “Wow...very fancy,” he joked, reading the card.  “I’ll be there, you know I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he grinned, kissing Emma’s cheek and hugging Harry.  Emma nudged Harry in the side playfully, gaining a gasp out of Harry at the sudden jolt.  “Oh and Ed, we want you to perform for us too...For our first dance,” he smiled.  Ed nodded excitedly, “I would be an honor too.”

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