Baby Styles {1D • h.s. *Harry Edward Styles* Fan Fiction}

ⓣⓗⓡⓔⓔ ✘ Doctors

My doctor told me to go in immediately to see him. Jack offered to go in with me. I said only if he wanted to.
"Of course. I need to know too." He grabbed my hand. I smiled slightly, and thanked him.
We took his car. When we got on the highway, it started drizzling, so when we got into the parking lot, he pulled up by the front doors so I wouldn't get wet much. After I got out, and got under the awning, he drove off to go park, saying he'll meet me inside.
I went up to the desk, and he handed me a clipboard with papers. I asked for a pen, then went to find a spot with two open seats, to start filling everything out. I got halfway through the first paper when Jack walked in. When he found me, I smiled and he smiled back, coming to sit next to me.
He watched me finish the papers, then took them up for me. I said my thanks then leaned on him until my name was called.
I nodded off and I remembered where I was, and breathed in sharply when I heard "Ms. Somerhalder" ring through my ears.
I got up, and when I didn't hear anything behind me, I turned around, looking strangely at Jackson.
"Aren't you coming?" I asked him.
He seemed confused. "You want me to go?"
"You don't have to, it's fine, I just thought that's why you came."
"Oh, no, no, I'll go. I didn't know you wanted me to. I mainly came so you wouldn't be alone. But I'm not gonna complain." He smiled down at me, as he was about six inches taller than me. I smiled back. Hand in hand, we walked together to the nurse, who walked us back to the white room. I suddenly became sick at the sight of the plain walls.
I half covered my mouth, and said, "Wait." I paused, seeing if it would subside... It didn't. "Gimme a sec." Jack frowned at me, and let my other hand go.
I almost ran to the bathroom down the hall and closed the door. I didn't eat anything after the last time I threw up, so it went easy. I finished, took a tiny travel toothbrush from my bag and brushed my teeth quickly, and went back.
Jackson was leaning on the counter on his phone, and the nurse wasn't in the room. When he saw me, he asked if I was alright and told me the nurse would be back in a few minutes, he went to go get the doctor.
Two minutes passed and the nurse walked him, with the doctor I guess by his side.
"Well, Ms. Somerhalder. How are you doing today?"
"Today's been my good day in a few weeks, so I suppose I'm good..."
"Yes that's a good thing..." The nurse pulled Jackson off to the side, and he talked to him for a second. The doctor continued. "My name is Dr. Michael, you'll be my patient for the remainder of this sickness." He handed me a small cup, and sent me back to the bathroom.
When I got back, the nurse and Dr. Michael were talking, Jack back in the same position as before. I gave Dr. Michael the cup and leaned back with Jackson. I moved around, not seeming to get comfortable, and finally did when Dr. Michael came in with a clipboard.
"Alright, Alison... It seems that-" He stopped short and looked at Jackson. "Are you family?"
"No, I'm Ali's boyfriend." He looked at me, then back to Dr. Michael. "What's wrong with her?" he asked, walking closer to me then putting his arm around my waist. I snuggled into him.
"Okay... No easy way to say this, but, Alison... You appear to have cancer... I'm very sorry. I'll leave you two alone to talk." He lowered his head, and walked out.
I was speechless. I have what now? I teared up, and looked at Jackson, who was looking at me like he was broken. I was too. I can't believe this! How did this even happen? No one in family had cancer, or carried it, as far as I know. I hugged Jackson with all my strength and sobbed into his chest. He hugged me back even tighter, doing the same thing. I thought he was going to have a heart attack.
"Let's go home..." I wiped my eyes and my nose, and he did the same while nodding at me.
When we got back to my house, I asked if he can stay. He immediately said of course. We drove together to his house, and I helped him pack before going back to my place.
We set his bag down in my room, and I went into my bed, him slowly following after me. He cuddled me, and we slowly cried ourselves to sleep.
The next morning, I stirred waking, and heard my phone softly ring next to us. I lifted Jack's arm so I could reach it and sit up. It was my doctor. Great.
"Hello?" I greeted sleepily.
"Ms. Somerhalder, perfect. I was wondering if you can come in immediately."
"What's this concerning?"
"It seems as if there were something wrong... I don't think it's appropriate to discuss over the phone."
"Yeah, of course. See you in about thirty minutes."
"Fantastic." I set my phone back and turned to Jackson. I shook him.
"J... J, wake up. Jack. Come on, don't make me do this... Jackson... Fine." I got on my knees, got to the side of him, and jumped on him. Screaming his name to wake him, now straddling him. He jumped, wide-eyed, saw me, and sighed.
"Al... What is it? Are you okay?"
"Yeah... I'm fine. Come on, get up, get ready. We gotta get going in fifteen minutes. Let's go."
I got up, and went to my closet. He rubbed his eyes, and sat up. "Where are we going?"
"To see Dr. Michael, so get dressed."
"Him... Why?"
"He didn't say, just that I need to go see him." I went to the bathroom to do my business, get dressed, and put on some natural makeup. When I went back out, he was dressed, putting on his shoes.
We got into his car, and started driving towards the hospital.
We did the same thing as yesterday, and when I got called back, the same nurse and Dr. Michael was already there talking with a clipboard in hand. When he noticed us, they stood straight and stepped forward. I gotta be honest, I was scared. They were probably going to tell me I'm gonna die tomorrow... and I don't think I could handle that as much as I handled the news yesterday.
"Take a seat, you two," the nurse said. I saw his tag for the first time. Aidan. Jackson and I sat and they spoke. Very beautiful words, may I add.
"It seems that someone got your sample and another patient's sample mixed up. You don't have cancer, Alison." He smiled genuinely at me. I widened my eyes, squealed happily, stood up with Jack and hugged him tighter than yesterday, him doing the same.
After a few minutes of us being happy, Dr. Michael cleared his throat and spoke again. "But we do have other news for you. I'm not sure how you'll handle it, or if it's a surprise but..." He looked proudly at Aidan, and spoke towards him. "You are training to be a doctor for this. Would you like to tell them?" Aidan looked shocked, and smiled happily. He turned to Jack and myself.
"Ms. Somerhalder... You're five months pregnant!"
Jackson looked to me, and I, him. We both had wide-eyes. He took my hands and smiled at me. I smiled back at him too. I kind of expected this too, in a way. I showed all the signs. I was scared, but it was a relief next to having cancer.
"Told 'ya," Jackson said, smirking at me, his eyes sparkling. So he was happy. I couldn't tell from yesterday. I guess since I seemed surprised, he thought I was upset. I wasn't, just scared. And I still am, but I'm happy that I'm pregnant rather than have cancer, as I said.
We thanked them, and got back into the car. I was thinking about how I would be a mother, and how I would do. It was quiet in the car, both of us thinking.
Then Jackson spoke, and I got even more scared and nervous at his words.
"Wait... Did he say five months pregnant?"
Shit.