Somebody's Child

~ N I N E T E E N ~

"Poisoned?! You are telling me that someone poisoned my baby?!" I asked the nurse, not believing what I was hearing. "Yes sir. We found large amounts of toxins in his stomach. We're pumping it out of him right now and you should be able to see him soon. I'm so sorry." She said before she left.

I sat down confused. Who the fuck would want to kill Harry? There was lots of people there- some I didn't know and the boys. The boys didn't have a problem with him except- Zayn. But there was no way Zayn would do anything like this. Could he? There was also a bunch of men that could have been previous clients of his- or worse. A certain someone could have found us.

There's no fucking way. He couldn't have. He's in prison. Did he escape? How did he know where we were. For fuck sakes Louis it's not Jeff! Calm down! Fuck you conscious. Go away, you're no help here.

When I stopped self consciously yelling at myself, I closed my eyes and began to go through every face I saw earlier that day to see if I could pinpoint anyone familiar. I was concentrating until I got pulled from my thoughts by the doctor. "Mr. Tomlinson?" She asked and I stood up walking to her.

"H-how is he? Is he okay? Please tell me he's okay." I begged. She looked down at the sheets before he asked if we could speak privately. Oh god. I knew what this meant. Harry was dead. Someone killed Harry! And my unborn child! I followed her to outside Harry's room, and we talked.

"Harry is doing good. While trying to pump his stomach from the poison, he fell into a seizure. Then he stopped breathing and now he is on a ventilator. His stats are increasing so he should be off of them soon." She said and I looked into the room behind her where Harry was lying with tubes in his mouth.

The sight of seeing my baby on a ventilator made me physically ill. I covered my mouth before I hunched over and began vomiting all over the floor. "I-I'm sorry." I apologized once I was done. "It's not a problem sir, I understand how you must be feeling." She said handing me a towel to clean myself up. "You can go see him if you want. He can hear you" she added, and I nodded.

She opened the door and led us in. "Harry, guess who I have with me. I have Louis here with me." She said and his hand twitched. I walked closer to him and held his hand. "Haz. Baby, please wake up. I'm sorry this happened to you love. I promise I will find out who did this to you." I said and kissed his cheek.

His fingers moved again, and I looked at him knowing he was still in there and that he could hear me talk to him. "I'll be back to check on him in a bit. If he wakes up before I come back, you can just press the call button and I will come back right away." She said before leaving.

I turned my attention back to Harry. "Please love. You need to stay. You need to wake up love. You need to fight this for us. Our marriage. Our little girl. Harry, please wake up for our little girl." I begged as I held his hands.

Hours went by and the sun was starting to set. Harry was still not awake, and I was panicking. The nurse told me it was going to be a while, but I didn't think it was going to be more than 4 hours later.

Anne called me a few times, wanting updates but I didn't have any. Nothing was happening with Harry, and I was getting worried. I have been texting Daisy and Phoebe about Olive, trying to get my mind off of Harry but even that made me think of him.

I couldn't help but blame myself for Harry being in here like this. If I didn't want to throw a gender reveal in the first place the asshole who did this wouldn't have done it! I could feel my anger build up in my body and I needed to release it fast.

I looked around the room to see if I could find anything to help. I saw Harry's bag and went over to it, hoping there was something in there that could help me. I picked it up and brought it back to the chair, starting to dig through it.

"Book, journal, hairbrush. He has the necklace I gave him in here as well as the bear. He's so adorably sweet." I kept digging in the pockets of his bag until I heard a metal case that had things banging together on the inside. I took the case out and opened it, revealing blades of all shapes and sizes.

I looked at him confused. I never saw cuts on Harry's body. What was he using these for if not to self harm? I snapped from my thoughts and took one out, rolling up my sleeves and made a cut across my left wrist. I closed my eyes in relief as I felt all the worry, all the pain and hurt leave my body.

I took the blade and made another cut right under the previous one. This one just a bit deeper than the other. I felt the warm liquid run down my hand, and I smiled as I put my head back, resting it against the chair.

I switched the blade into my left hand started cutting that wrist as well. It wasn't painful to me honestly. It helped me to stop hurting. To actually feel something when I feel nothing.

Right now, I felt nothing. I didn't feel anger, or happiness or hate. I put the blade down and rolled down my sleeves again before turning my focus back to Harry. "Please Harry. Please. I can't do this life without you. I need you here with me. To tell me when I do something stupid or tell me how you want me to fuck you. I need you here to cook for me because I'm an absolute terrible cook. I need you here because I love you Haz." I said starting to cry.

If Harry died, I don't know what I would do. I would be lost without him. I've grown to love this boy for the past 4 years and I will continue to. If he dies- I will probably end up killing myself.

I lay back in the chair and tried once again to see if I could remember anyone from the party who was suspicious looking or familiar. As I'm walking through the crowd with Harry, we walk by a bunch of men. However, none of them seemed to be anyone I know. I turn my head slightly to side as we walk up behind and there- a familiar face just watching us.

I had to take a double take just to make sure I was seeing correctly. "Dad?! My father was there?! That homophobic piece of shit?!" I screamed. My blood was boiling as I pulled out my phone and called Daisy.

Daisy picked up and I kept my cool. "Hay Daisy- quick question. Was our sperm donor at the gender reveal?" I asked. "What? I didn't think you used a sperm donor-" she said, and I sighed. "Our father Daisy- our biological father." I asked again.

She snorted and laughed. "This isn't funny. Was he there or not?" I asked, still keeping my calm. "Sorry, sorry yeah I think Phoebe invited him- why?" She said and I froze. "Daisy- Harry was poisoned! And you know how the cum dumpster feels about gays!" I said and she started howling with laughter once again.

"Put Phoebe on. I can't deal with you right now." I said to her. She handed the phone to Phoebe, and I started telling her what I thought happened. "he poisoned him Phoebs. I just know it" I said worryingly. We talked for a few minutes and then hung up.

I looked back at Harry. "This isn't fair! He always ruins everything I love because of his stupid homophobia. I promise when you wake up I will protect you and I will make sure our baby grows up in a safe environment. I need you to wake up for me though love. Please." I begged as I cried.

I held his hand and cried into his chest. I felt fingers run through my hair and quickly looked up to see Harry's eyes opened a little. "Harry? H-haz? Oh love! You're up." I said as I kissed his forehead before getting the nurses.

The doctors came in and removed the tubes from his mouth. He couldn't talk yet, but he weakly smiled at me as he pulled me in for a kiss. "I'm so so sorry Harry. The doctor said that you and baby girl are doing good." I said and he smiled.

"W-what h-happened to m-me" he chocked out all groggy.