Harry Styles One Shots

Lieutenant Styles

A/n// the title to this is just some sick joke XD
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"Push, Y/n, push!" The doctor yelled at me. I squeezed my eyes shut, and did as told. The pain I felt was unbearable as sweat dripped from my forehead. I screamed, not being to take it anymore. When I was on the verge of quitting, a small cry broke me from those thoughts.

"Its a girl!" The nurse cried, cleaning off my baby. I smiled, weakly, and laid back in bed. My daughters cries were soft, but loud. She was squirming in the doctors arms. I closed my eyes for a quick second feeling absolutely spent, when the doctor called my name.

"Huh?"

"Would you like to hold her?"

"Yeah," No shit I want to hold my daughter, what kind of question is that?

I opened my eyes and carefully grabbed my newborn, cradling her in my arms. She screamed and I smiled at the beautiful baby girl.

"Hi, mama." I gushed. She was wrapped up in a pink blanket. "What's her name?" A nurse asked.

Perrie was next to me, cleaning the sweat off of my forehead. I almost forgot she was here. "Darcy." I said. After a little while of holding her, the nurses took my daughter, and left saying they'll be back. She said something about properly cleaning her, and dressing her or something like that. One nurse stayed and helped me to the bathroom because before I knew it, lots of blood spilled on the hospital sheets.

I wasn't allowed to put my own nightgown on, but they did let me put on my bra. I needed to wear these weird hospital underwear. It felt like regular underwear, it felt better actually, it was just weird.

When I returned from the bathroom, there were new, clean sheets on the bed. I waddled there, still feeling achingly sore.

After sitting on the bed, Perrie's phone rang. "Ooh! Its Zayn. Maybe Harry is with him." She smiled.

Harry was my boyfriend of two years. He was, currently, in Irag fighting for our country. Zayn was Perrie's fiancee and was also in Iraq with Harry. Zayn and Harry are the best of friends and they always wanted to do this together. When Harry found out he wouldn't be able to make it for my birth, he was devastated. He was coming home in two weeks, hopefully, if everything worked out.

"Hello, sugar baby." She answered, putting the phone on speaker. "Hey, babe. Is Y/n done?" Zayn rasped. "Yeah, she just got finished. Baby Darcy is now welcomed to the world," Perrie said. "Oh, Zayn, you should see her. She's so adorable, and so cute. And she has the tiniest little body, and her cry is so soft-"

"Perrie," Zayn laughed. "She's only a few minutes old."

"So?"

I chuckled, and closed my eyes. "What'd she name her?" I heard Harry's voice and smiled. "Darcy." Zayn and Perrie said at the same time and they both laughed.

Harry awh'd.

"You guys and your lovey dovey bullshit." I groaned. "Speak for yourself, you have a child. You and Harry are more lovey dovey if you ask me." She winked. I flipped her off.

"I wanna talk to her." Harry said. Perrie took him off of speaker and handed me her phone. "Harry wishes to speak to his Queen." I slapped her and took the phone from her hands.

"Hello?" I yawned into the phone. "Hey, baby, how're holding up?"

"I'm okay. A little sore. Bit tired. How's everything out there?"

"Bloody."

"I could say the same for here."

"Ew!" He laughed. I giggled. "I should be home soon, though, baby. I promise. A few more days."