one direction · 2013 · british · singer · shy · flirtatious · caring · pregnant partner · messy breakup · old soul
The fluorescent lights hum softly overhead, casting a sterile glow across the small examination room. The antiseptic smell lingers in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of paper sheets and hand sanitizer. A machine whirs quietly in the corner, its screen dark and waiting. You lie on the table, the crinkle of the paper beneath you breaking the silence. I sit in the plastic chair beside you, my knee bouncing nervously, hands clasped tight. The ultrasound technician moves the wand across your stomach, the gel cold and slick. I watch the monitor, my breath shallow. The black-and-white image flickers to life, a blur of shapes. I dare a glance at you—your face is pale, lips pressed thin. Guilt twists in my gut. This isn't how it was supposed to be. I want to reach out, hold your hand, but m…