L.A girls (H.S)

Chapter 74

~Jade~

I sit on the floor debating if I should call Harry or the ambulance when another shooting pain hits me.

After the pain passes I start to dial 911.

Wait a second.

I DONT KNOW WHAT NUMBER TO CALL, IM IN ENGLAND NOT AMERICA.

"Oh my fucking..."

I dial Harry's number and the pain starts to worsen. Harry's phone goes to voicemail and I start to cry.

"God Harry answer the damn phone." I curse as I redial his number and this time he answers.

"Hey baby what's-"

"Harry I need you to come home." I whimper.

"Why what's wrong?" As he says this I notice something.

There's blood on my pants.

I get light headed before I start to really panic.

"Jayden? Jayden honey answer me! Your scaring me! God answer me!" Harry yells on the phone.

"Harry I'm bleeding. IM BLEEDING OH MY GOD IM BLEEDING." I shout and the line goes silent. "Harry."

He doesn't answer and I begin to cry harder.

"I'm on my way, don't worry." Harry says and the line goes dead.

"Harry. Harry!" I shout and I throw the phone to the side before trying to breathe.

I just need to stay calm.

Stay calm.

I glance down at my now red jeans before a small scream escapes my lips.

I CAN NOT STAY CALM.

More pain ripples through me and I throw myself to my hands and knees.

I look down at my pants to watch more blood drip to the floor. I catch the next drop in my hand and I stay on my hands and knees for the next five minutes.

The front door bursts open.

"Jayden! Jayden!" Harry yells.

"Harry!" I yell and Harry appears in the door way.

His face goes pale and his eyes widen. "Oh my god, Jayden. S-stay there baby." He turns and runs out of the kitchen.

"Harry! Please don't leave me!" I screech and my breathing turns into heaves.

Harry runs back in the room with a towel and his phone.

"Yes ma'am she's bleeding really bad." Harry says in the phone then he looks up at me. "Did your water break?"

"I don't-I don't know." I sob.

"She doesn't know." Harry says into the phone. "But she's bleeding really bad, we need help now." Harry looks at me.

"What's she saying?" I ask.

"She said you might be in labor. Do you feel like you need to push?" He asks and that's when I notice the pressure.

"Oh my god." I cry and Harry starts to panic.

"She does! God we need someone here now." he says.

I have to delivery baby in my kitchen. MY FUCKING KITCHEN.

NO.

I'm done freaking out. I have to deliver Katrina and save her life even if that means putting mine in danger.