a/n : I'm so glad I pre-typed this because I sprained my wrist, and even though I can move it, it hurts like hell.
...or maybe i'm being dramatic as usual and a sprained wrist isn't that bad.
(also i live for that picture of Harry with the cute baby)
*dies of cuteness overload*
*sadly comes back from the dead to publish this story*
*and look at that pic more*
anyways enjoy :)
Niall pov :
I stared, gray-faced at the scrappy piece of paper in my trembling hands.
What. The. Fuck.
I felt sick to my stomach.
My knuckles turned a ghastly shade of white as I gripped the small basket with all my might.
This couldn't be happening. Not now.
Gently, my hands delicately lifted the corner of the silky cloth covering the top of the basket and threw it off.
Fuck.
A rosy cheeked baby cooed from among the linen. Her wide doe eyes were large and innocent.
There was something about them though.
They looked exactly like mine.
Shit.
I hurriedly shoved the papers into my pocket and gently set the baby basket on the coffee table.
My mind began to blur in and out of conciousness and I started to feel my body crumple onto the floor. My eyes fluttered shut and the only thought that crossed my mind was, "how the hell did this happen?"
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"How the hell did this happen?!"
I was jolted awake by the sound of my boyfriend's desperate yells.
My eyelids were too heavy to lift, so I could only listen and try to decipher what was happening around me.
"Some sort of shock or sudden stress, I would say Mr Styles," a firm voice spoke with authority, " Probably something to do with that baby on the counter."
"And when will he wake up?" Harry's voice cracked with hysteria.
Then everything clicked back in my head. The baby!
I abruptly sat up, scaring the living hell out of the pair and burst out, , "SHE'S MINE!"
Immediately a lanky body slammed into me, almost pushing me down again.
Harry shoved my face into his chest and gripped onto my body, digging his nails into my shirt.
"Stop fucking scaring me like that!" He rasped weakly into my ear.
I just gently pushed him away and smiled, "Uh-my bad?"
He furrowed his eyebrows before planting a kiss on my forehead and stepping away.
I took a moment to scan the environment.
Okay. I was on the living room couch in a pile of blankets. Doctor Gray, our private doctor, stood next to my boyfriend, scribbling some shit in a notebook.
And Harry had a tear-streaked face and messed up hair.
The idiot is always so fucking emotional.
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