His Princess For Eternity (Sequel to His Little Princess)

A Little Pep Talk

Harry POV

"Harry?" I heard Marianna knock on my bedroom door. I debated whether it not to open it.

"What do you want?" I sighed. I shuffled my feet and got up to pace.

"Let me in. We need to talk." She whispered and knocked again. I walked over and cracked it open slightly and fought over my conscious to let her in.

"Sit." She demanded and sat next to me on my bed.

"Why did you run out like that?" She looked up at me.

"Life is going by to fast!" I cried.

"What do you mean?" She gulped and put her hair behind her ear.

"It seems like last week we adopted Jasmina, and now she is getting married! Niall has a kid and she has twins!" I whimpered. I put my hands on my face and cried.

"Harry you don't need to worry about that." She patted my back.

"But I do. I can't help it." I stuttered.

"You have a child you have to worry about." She smiled .

"That's true..." I sighed.

"And she is going to be just like her father." She grinned and kissed me.

"She?! It's a girl?!" I squealed.

"Yes! I couldn't wait any longer to tell you!" She laughed.

"Wow! This day is tiring me out!" I huffed and flopped on the bed.

"I'm pooped! I got to go." She picked p her phone and began to walk out.

"Why don't you just stay here with me?" I smiled and pat the bed.

"Um I guess I could." She shrugged and turned off the light. She climbed in beside me and snuggled in.

"Goodnight girly." I laughed and kissed her cheek.

"Night Hazbear." She giggled and turned on her side. I was just dozing off when I heard a sigh of anger.

"What's wrong?" I questioned her. She got up and went over to turn off the light.

"Harry, I'm starting to show." She huffed and turned to face me. I had to admit she was and I could tell.

"Don't be mad, I think it's cute." I shrugged and leaned on my elbows still on the bed. She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah right. What about being fat is cute?" She laughed.

"Your not fat. Your fluffy." I chuckled. I dozed back off and thought happily of the future.

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"Eh! Eh! Get your lazy bum up!" Niall was jumping on my bed.

"Oi! Alright! Alright! I'm getting up!" I threw off the covers and followed him down the stairs.

"Good morning!" Marianna was at the stove frying eggs.

"Good morning to you too!" I smiled and went to help her.

"No I want to fix eggs myself." She frowned. She pushed me aside and stirred.

"Sit down. Your due in a week." I got out the bacon and started to fry on the other burner.

"LILIANNA!!" I heard Niall yell. He stomped into the living room and approached her.

"Yes daddy?" She swung her feet back and forth and played her little game device.

"Follow me." He demanded and pointed toward the hall.

"No! I'm sorry!" She cried and stayed put. He picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. I followed close behind and tried not to laugh.

Her fully white carpet was now covered in different colors.

"What happened here?" He screamed. She shuffled her feet and finally confessed.

"Since you wouldn't let me outside to draw with my chalk, I decided why not just draw in my room?" She whispered.

"No! Chalk is NOT for carpets. Am I clear?" He roared.

"Yes daddy..." She sighed.

"After breakfast you are taking a bath and going to time out for a while." He shook his head and walked slowly back into the kitchen.

"Breakfast is ready!" I heard Marianna Yell from the kitchen. Since Marianna isn't comfortable in the bar stools, I followed her to the couch after we got our plates.

"I love bacon." I mumbled and shoved two pieces in my mouth at the same time.

"I use to... But after a while I just kinda-" she was interrupted by her bending over with a jolt of force.

"Is she kicking?" I smiled.

"Yeah. She probably has big feet according to how much force she has." She slightly laughed. I placed my hand on her stomach and felt a huge jolt of power.

"Wow. Are you sure your ok?"I gave her a worried look. She bent over again and tried to laugh.

"Yeah. I-I'm fine." She shrugged. She got up and started to pace.

"I think you need to go to the hospital love." I gulped and stood up too.

"Um yeah. Maybe so..." She smiled and went to the front door.

"Guys! Get in the car!" I screamed and got the stuff together and ran to the car.

"Harry! Hurry your bum up!" She growled.

"I-I'm trying! Do you want the radio on?" I slightly smiled.

"No! Just hurry it up!" She screamed.

"It's ok Haz. Cloetta did the same thing." Niall looked through the mirror at me. We finally arrived at the hospital and now she was in bone crushing pain.

"I don't think I can walk." She heaved.

"Then I will carry you." I huffed as I lifted her heavy body into the hospital.

"Sir, room now!" I roared at the nurse at the front desk.

"Yes, lets get you back right away." He gulped and lead us to a room. She laid on the bed and started to hyperventilate.

"Calm down, it will be ok..." I sighed and gave her a teary eyes look.

"Alright ma'am. We can start." The nurse grinned and put up her mask.

"Harry hold my hand." She grinned up at me. They held their hands out and she began to scream and push.

"Where is the head?" I gulped.

"For some reason, we don't see it yet." The nurse gave me a concerned look. From then on, all the noises faded away. All I could hear is ringing in my ears. I was getting worried.

They finally got her out, but I didn't hear any crying.

"W-What's wrong?" I sniffled. They all started yelling and they put her on a table and gathered around to where I couldn't see her.

"She, she is dead." The nurse sighed and ran back over to the table. Thank goodness Marianna was already asleep so she couldn't hear the news.

"I-I got to go." I started to cry and I ran out if the room, out of the hospital, and into the car. I drove back home and started to wail as loud as I could.

"No!" I slowly screamed and curled up on the couch.

"I can't do this anymore!" I screamed and then I heard my phone ring on the table. The ring tone made it worse.

"Your phone is ringing! Your phone is ringing!" It screeched.

"Ugh f*** it." I mumbled to myself and ran into our room upstairs. I sat at the windowsill. I opened the window and jumped. The last sound I heard, being my phone.

Narrator POV

When Harry took his leap to death, his phone continued to ring. The tone finally went off before the caller left a voice mail.

"Hello this is London Hospital, calling to inform you that your daughter has been successfully brought back stable. The mother would like to speak to you about the situation. Please call us back at ###-###-####."