Runaway Bride :One Direction Story

Chapter X.

A/N

So I know this took longer to write than you guys expected but I never was one for sticking to schedule.

Besides. I had a 'temporary leave of absence' because I had been stressing over shit for way to long.

And my laptop kind of broke as well. I do apologize.

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Harry's P.O.V

"Harry!" I hear a voice scream from the floor above. All eyes in the room fixated upon me and my widened eyes. Only one person had that voice and that one person would only scream that loudly for one reason.

Liam grinned, obviously seeming to understand the reason for Lily's scream as much as I did. "Oh shit," I breathed, instantly jumping to my feet just as the sound of tiny gasps reached my ears. I had completely forgotten the two tiny children in the room; Rhea and Molly. Although, to be quite honest, swearing in front of two toddlers was the least of my worries, all things considered.

"Harry!" The voice screamed again, much more urgent this time. I looked wildly around the room. At Liam and Danielle who were both sitting with excited expressions, at Louis and Eleanor, with her big fat diamond engagement ring sparkling on her left hand, at Niall who wore an expression of been there done that, at Zayn and Perrie who both had expressions most likely mirroring my own; petrified.

"Harry!" I heard again. This time it was a different voice; Jasmines. This voice was much more forceful and sounded ready to kill. I instantly got things together and sprinted towards the staircase on the other side of the room, leaping up the stairs two at a time.

Once reaching the landing, I ran towards the end of the corridor to the master bedroom, the room Lily and I shared. The room was large and spacious. A super king sized bed was pressed against a wall in the centre of the room and two bedside tables sat either edge, the one on the left (Lily's) had a lamp, a stack of magazines, some moisturizer and a half eaten chocolate bar spread across the top whereas the one on the right (mine) was much less muddled only homing a matching lamp, a digital clock and my iPod as well as a bottle of water. There was also a small living sitting area to the left of the bed where two chairs and a coffee table sat as well as a TV. The wall behind one of the arm chairs, where a built in wardrobe used to be, had been hollowed out to form a small nursery nook. The contents of which were a crib, a changing table, a chest of drawers and a wooden rocking chair beside a bookshelf.

Upon reaching the master bedroom, I swung the door open to find Lily sitting on the edge of the bed, panting heavily with bright red cheeks, and grasping Jasmine's hand so hard it looked as if it were going to snap of. Jasmine seemed to be grimacing with the pain but was doing her best to hide it from Lily. "Harry," Lily groaned. I instantly rushed to her, crouching down in front of her. My hands unconsciously landed on her stomach, on our child.

"What? What's wrong?" I asked her, lifting one hand to stroke her hair away from her face.

She groaned again, clearly in obscene amount of pain. "Harry. My water just broke"

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I remembered the day Lily had told me I was going to be a father like yesterday. It was only a week before our wedding day and I came home after spending most of the day in the recording studio with the lads to find her sitting on the bathroom floor in shorts and a loose camisole. Her legs were crossed and her hair was falling in soft waves around her shoulders, covering half of her face. Her mouth was formed in a small 'o' shape and she had the stick in her hand, a look of disbelief on her face.