mr. styles || h.s ✔

seven

Harry Styles
Staring at the roof, I fold my lips in a line and smile. It was about three thirty in the morning and I was still awake, Cora went to sleep about thirty minutes ago.

I couldn't stop thinking about her. She's so pretty. Brown hair and hazel green eyes, soft pink lips and skin tan and soft. She's just everything I've wanted in a girl. She's got that personality, that just entices me just from looking at her. She has a glowing smile and she smells like sweet perfume.

I roll onto my side and reach over for my phone, the bright light making me screw then shut and turn the brightness down to the lowest and go into my contacts.

Me: hey

I wait for a reply, knowing he's always up late with Sarah.

Mitch: hey, how have you been,
been a hot minute since we last talked

Me: i know, it's been crazy but i've been
good, getting better, you?

Mitch: that's good to hear, i
haven't been too bad, mostly
with sarah

Me: how are you guys going?

Mitch: good...i think i love
her, like really love her

Me: that's such great news,
i'm so happy for you :D

Mitch: thanks mate :)

I don't want to tel him about Cora, or that I have a girlfriend at all because then he'll want to meet her and I know she not am I ready for that.

Mitch: got a new teaching job?

Me: yeah, small school

Mitch: any hot teachers?

Me: no lol

Mitch: damn, you could have slid
in to one of their dms ;)

Me: you're not funny mitch

Mitch: you're smiling, or blushing

Me: choke on your own dick

Mitch: hahah

Me: you're such an idiot

Mitch: says you, you have a teaching job
yet you're awake at 3am talking to one
of the biggest losers

Me: i know

Mitch: did you keep...
you know?

I look at the message and suddenly feel the need. I bite my lip, fighting the urge. It had been a while since, I had looked at her.

Me: yes, nursery and all.

Mitch: proud of you; you've done
well even though this is a difficult time

Yeah well, I have Cora.

Me: I want to see her :/

Mitch: go look at her

Me: im not sure if i want that yet

Mitch: do whatever you need,
i don't mean to bring it up

Me: im glad you did
made me think of her again

Mitch: go see her

I swallow and feel my throat tighten. He's not talking about Brooke, he's talking about Darcy. I never step foot in that room, I haven't been able too. Cora only looked in there and I stayed right back.

I don't know how Brooke survived and Darcy didn't, they were both perfectly healthy by what we were told at our last doctors appointment. I shakily sigh and turn my phone onto the flashlight, slowly getting out of bed and padding down the dark hall in only my football shorts, stopping at her door.

I stare at the handle and swallow hard. I wish Cora or Mitchell was here to talk me into it, I really feel like leaving. I close my eyes and grab the handle, the cold metal under my sweaty palm.

I slowly turn it and open the door.

Moonlight fills the room, soft pink walls and grey carpet meets with my eyes, a bassinet that I moved from Brooke's side of the bed into here when she broke up with me and that was the last time I went in here.

Toys litter the floor, decor on the walls on shelves and a large window outside her bassinet. I slowly turn the light on so a dim light lights up the room better.

You've got this Harry.

It doesn't seem like much but I was so excited when Brooke told me she was pregnant, I was protective of her. She was growing our baby and I just loved her even more than I did somehow. It was a sensitive subject to me but it doesn't seem like much to others.

I breathe heavily and step in, clutching my phone tightly. I walk over to the bassinet and see a small outfit we had in there for her when she was born, it still had the tag on and everything.

It was so small, I could see her fitting into it perfectly. Next to it was a chest of drawers and the one photo I saw was the sonogram. I freeze, slowly folding my lips in a line.

I reach out and pick up the pink frame. Brooke was 18 weeks along here, I remember it. It's also when we saw her kicking and moving on the screen, it was a heart filled day.

I take the photo out of the frame and put it in my hand that has my phone as I continue. We had a thing in the corner which we had at Brooke's baby shower.

It was a pink giraffe rocking horse thing, that was big enough that a baby could sit on it. I remember her mom getting it for us. I then see a few toys on the floor, making me pick on up.

It was a pink elephant blanket toy thing, one you would give a new born. It still had the tag on it too. Everything was either unopened or still had the tag on it.

It happened so suddenly and they couldn't save her. Not even a c—section could save her. Brooke just had to push her out fully and when she was out, I didn't notice that even I was crying.

I run my finger over the soft toy with my eyes staring at it with my head down.

Seeing them take her away from us was heartbreaking because we didn't get to see her in the end, we got told that she didn't make it and that we should feel lucky Brooke is alive. We didn't feel lucky.

I bite my lip and put the toy in the bassinet and walk over to the book shelf. Pregnancy books, baby facts and a book of dad jokes were on the empty case, making me pull the dad joke book out.

What do you call a strawberry that's sad?
A blueberry.

I open to a random page and the joke made me chuckle. I flick to another one.

Where do beans go for hollidays?
Cairns.

I smile, closing the book and putting it back. So many memories were in here, somewhere in here was also her pregnancy tests, I know she kept one and I did, along with a sonogram picture.

I look at the photo in my hand. "Cmon baby...let's go," I whisper.

//
bit of a...short filler?

might get some flashbacks to make this better later in the book :)