Taken(H.S.)

Chapter 11

~HARRY POV~

"This is a good ass drink," Liam commented as he sipped the fruity drink.

"I know, I made it for Hazel when I took her out one night," I said, smiling down at Hazel as she snuggled into my chest. We were all spread out all over the jet, sipping on whatever liquor that was in our cups. The kids were already asleep, and the rest of the girls were in the back somewhere. We'd probably reach Miami in about 3 hours, since it was already like 12 at night.

"Oh my god, babe, you made that?" she asked, her words slurred together. "Of course I did. Now you need some sleep because we'll be there in about 3 hours," I said, picking her up and sitting her in the seat next to me. She muttered a few words before clinging to a pillow and closing her eyes.

"So, Louis, how's Christopher?" I asked, refilling my cup. "Bad as hell. He pulled the b-word on Eleanor yesterday. Tore her apart," he said, shaking his head. "Whoa, I wonder where he got that one from," I chuckled along with Ben and Liam. "Hey! I haven't used that since messed with Rebecca!"  he laughed, making me chuckle again as well.

"Hey, Louis, do you remember, Vicky?" I said, setting my cup down.  Hazel shifted in her chair. "Yeah, that crazy red-head bitch you used to like? The one who smashed my windshield when I beat up her dad?" he said, anger laced in his voice. "Uh, yeah, that one. Well, for the past week or so she's been fucking with us," I said, stopping to hear their reactions. Hazel's hand grabbed my arm and she groaned while mumbling something. I took it as her sleep talking and turned my attention to Ben.

"What do you mean she's been 'fucking' with you?" Ben said, refilling his cup. "She set Hazel's store to fire, she almost hit us on a one way street, and she broke into our house, broke a vase and the window, and left this note confessing that she did all of it."

"What the hell?" Liam said, looking over his cup at me. "Damn, what does the bitch want?" Louis said, scrunching his eyebrows together in confusion.

Before I could answer, Hazel sat straight up and all the liquor flew out of her mouth. "Babe, are you okay?" I said, pulling her hair out of the way and rubbing her back. She nodded she sat back up, her lips still quivering. "I just need to go to the bathroom."

She leaped out of her chair and rushed to the bathroom in the back. "I'll be back guys," I said, getting up and following her.

The bathroom door was shut and the sound of her throwing up traveled through the door. I twisted the knob and went in, shutting the door behind me. I rushed to her side as she sat up from being hovered over the toilet.

"Harry, something's wrong with me. I've been waking up in the middle of the night and throwing up for the past week," she said, coughing. I pulled her into my chest.

"Do you think you're....pregnant perhaps?" I whispered. She was quiet for a while. "Would you leave me if I was?" she asked back, her face falling. "Hey, hey, hey. I would never leave you, ever, ever, ever. As soon as we get to Miami, we'll go to a clinic and find out, yeah?"

"Yeah."

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~HAZEL POV~

"Hey, babe."

"Babe."

"Harry, wake up. We're here."

"I'm up. I'm up," he said, sitting up with his eyes still closed. "Aww, is my big baby tired?" I said, pinching his cheeks. "I am not a baby. I'm a man," he said, swatting my hands away.

I looked down at Preston, who was bright eyed and laughing. "Preston, wake up daddy," I said, sitting Preston in Harry's lap. Preston automatically reached for Harry's curls, giving them a hard tug. "Owww, that hurted," Harry whined, rubbing his eyes with one hand and holding Preston in the other. "Good job," I said, giving him a fist bump. "Da-da sweepy," he gushed, slobbering onto Harry's shirt.