Taken(H.S.)

Chapter 19

~HAZEL POV~

"Oh my god, she looks just like you, Hazel!" Perrie said, slowly rocking her in her arms. I nodded, my eyes fluttering closed. It had been about an hour or two since I had little Emmy, and I was exhausted. Everyone, including friends and family, were in and out the room all day. We had got here around 3 at night. And it was currently 1 p.m. The next day.

"Don't worry, you'll be getting a little one any day now," I said, looking at her huge bump. She smiled. "I can't wait," she said, her eyes glowing at the thought. "Okay, everyone. I think me and Hazel could use just a little bit of rest, so for now, visiting hours are over," Harry said, opening the door, and gesturing for everyone to leave. His eyes were red and half open, a yawn leaving his lips every given minute. "Harry-" I started, seeing as if that was a bit rude. I knew how grumpy he could get when he's tired, but these were our friends.

"No, we get it." Gemma said, standing up. "You two need some rest. We'll stop by later if you need us to," Liam concluded, taking Sophia's arm and picking up a slumbering Samia. "Thank you guys so much for coming," I said, as everyone left, a few kissing my cheek and others hugging me. Emilia was back in my arms as soon as the last person left.

"Harry!" I scolded as soon as the door slammed closed. He looked over at me, yawning and stretching his arms. "What?" He said, his voice muffled as he rubbed his face with both of his hands. "That was rude! Why did you tell everyone to leave?" I mumbled, my eyes fluttering closed.

"Because. I'm tired," he said, getting onto my bed, wrapping his arms around my hips and snuggling his face into my stomach. I hissed. "Ouch, Harry. I'm still sore down there."

He lightened his grip, moving up a bit and lightly chuckling. "Sorry, babe."

Just as I started to drift off, a piercing new-born scream filled my ears, making me and Harry both jump up. "Fuck," he hissed, rubbing his temple. "Swear jar," I muttered, slowly sliding off the bed.

Pain shot through me as I stood up, and I gripped the bed for a moment. "Babe, you alright?" Harry said, getting up and holding my right hand. I squeezed my eyes closed and sharply nodded. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine."

Harry studied me for a moment, and I avoided his stare. "No, you're not. Here, lie down and I'll handle Emmy."

I sighed, finally giving in and letting Harry help me back into the hospital bed. I slowly fell back into the pillows, quickly allowing sleep to take over me.

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~HARRY POV~

"Now, while mommy's sleeping, how about me, you, and your little brother Preston go get something to eat in the cafeteria?" I said to the giggly infant in my arms. She looked up at me with wide hazel colored eyes, soft gurgles emitting from her rose colored lips. She looked so much like her mother it scared me.

"Daddy, I'm hungry," Preston whined, rubbing his eyes. His curly hair shook as he did so. "I know, buddy, come on, let's go," I said, kissing Hazel on the cheek, grabbing Preston's hand, and heading out the door.

It was a long way to the cafeteria, seeing as if it was on the other side of the hospital.

"Daddy! Daddy! I want the chicken fingers! I want the chicken fingers!" Preston nudged, pulling on my shirt. I chuckled.

Emmy looked around, her eyes glistening in amazement. Her fist stayed planted in her mouth, slobber falling down her chin. I used the blanket draped over my shoulder to wipe her face.

"Okay, I'll get the chicken fingers and some chips while you go find a table, yeah?" I said, scanning my eyes over the menus. "Okay?" I said, again when I didn't get a response. I looked down. Preston was gone.