Harry Styles X Reader *editing and updating*

Chapter 7

Here's a surprise update! Hope you liked it!
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THE NEXT DAY

I woke up to my phone ringing, I reached over and answered.

"Hello?" I said tiredly and weakly.

"Hey (y/n)." Liam said into the phone.

I smiled a bit.

"Hey Li. What's up?" I asked.

"Nothing much, just sitting in the hotel with the guys and watching movies. But how are you? I wanted to check on you."

I thought for a moment then sighed.

"I'm doing terrible." I answered truthfully. "Harry's so angry with me and I don't know what to do. I've been crying for hours and I don't even want to be alive anymore."

"(y/n) listen to me okay?" Liam said, his voice sounded a bit further away.

"Okay" I sniffed

"You know he loves you right?"

"Of course. And I love him as well but he scares me."

There was silence on the other end.

"Baby... I'm so so sorry. I'm sorry for all the bull I've put you through. You don't deserve any of it." Harry's voice said and I started crying.

"Don't cry sweetheart. Please. You've shed enough tears and I can just imagine your face now. I'm getting help. I want to give you the man that you deserve."

I sniffled and gave a small smile.

"Okay. I love you so much Hazza. And Liam, if you ever put me on speakerphone again without telling me, I will cut you."

"Aye, sorry love. I gotcha." Liam said before Harry laughed a little then spoke.

"I love you more. So I'll talk to you later okay?"

"Okay. Bye."

"Bye Sweetheart."

He hung up and I laid down again, then I felt a kick and rested my hand on my stomach.

"Mummy and Daddy can't wait to see you baby... I hope everything will be okay with him...."

A MONTH LATER

I was laying in my hospital bed with my phone beside me and I was reading then I'd tweet about parts of it. Oh yeah, you probably want to know why I'm in here.....

My baby is coming. So I've been in here since late last night. I don't really know when he's going to come but I'm excited. Harry is still on tour so eh.

I felt my phone vibrate and I looked at it, people were retweeting and favoriting my tweets, then they respond. It was awesome to have something to do while lying here. A nurse came in and checked me and the baby.

"You're about 8 centimeters dilated love. He'll come any time now."

I nodded and thanked her. I was really nervous and scared about this whole thing but I knew that everything would be fine. I listened to my baby's heart monitor and giggled a bit. I was excited to become a mother but I don't know if Harry is ready to step up and be a father...

That thought never crossed my mind until now. I looked down and bit my lip. Why did I have to think of that just now? Probably because I was worried that he wouldn't get himself together involving us as a couple. I sighed and tweeted out.

@(Your Twitter Name): @Harry_Styles how's tour going babe? I miss you.

I laughed as people retweeted and favorited. Then I got tons of replies then finally Harry got online and tweeted to me.

@Harry_Styles: @(Y/T/N) it's going great babe. And I miss you too. Call me please? I have something to tell you. :(

I immediately called him after signing off Twitter. The phone rang once and he picked up.

"Hey Sweetheart." He greeted me.

"Hi Hazza, what's wrong? You sound down?" I said.

I heard a sigh and some shuffling.

"I... I won't be able to make it to see the baby. I just can't bring myself to do it." He said and his voice sounded like he was about to cry.

My heart ached but I understood. "That's okay Haz. I understand." I told him.

"I'm so sorry Baby... Can you at least send me pictures of him?" He asked, his voice cracking a bit.

"Of course I can." I said with a small smile.

"Thanks Darling. I love you so much and tell him that Daddy loves him too when he comes okay?"

I giggled at his cuteness. "Alright Hazza and I love you more."

"I love you most Sweetheart." He said and we hung up.

That's when I started crying and I covered my face. He's not ready for this. I can just tell but I know he's not fully recovered either. I cried and cried because I was alone, nobody to comfort me and nobody to hold my hand. Nobody to hold us... The tears fell down my face and I eventually wiped them away. I needed to focus on my baby.

LATER THAT DAY

I was holding my son, (Your son's name) (A/N: I had originally put Anthony as his name but now you can put the name you want to name your son :) All the love) he looked like Harry a lot. Except he had my (hair color), but other then that he looked a lot like his dad. I smiled and took a few pictures of him, then sent them to Harry with the time of his birth, his birthday and weight. Then I held him close and rubbed his cheek with the back of my finger.

Soon my phone started blowing up with texts and I looked at it. I smiled at all the congratulations and the beautiful comments, then I went onto Twitter and saw that Harry had posted the pictures up and I started crying. They were happy tears though and right above the picture, he had a caption and it read 'Welcome my son to the world and look at my beautiful little angel (y/n)'

That was like one of the best days ever. One of the few days we had because for some reason... Harry had a horrible, horrible relapse months later.
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Okay!!! So like I said, this goes a little fast and I apologize. It'll slow down in the next chapter. I'm sorry if it sucks.
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