Little Miss // Harry Styles baby

Twenty Four

*Brie's POV*

I woke up from what felt like the longest nap in the world. I realized that I was still in this hospital room and that it wasn't just a dream. Oliver giggled and I looked towards the playful laugh. Oliver and Harry were goofing around.

"Harry." I said my voice weak.

Harry's attention turned from Oliver towards me. Harry stood up and walked towards me, "hey sleepy head." Harry teased.

I laughed and looked around the room. It was just us three in here. I was confused I thought that the rest of the boys were here, "where is everyone?" I asked.

"They're still in the waiting room... They didn't want to interrupt you sleeping."

"Oh..." I said, "can we see Finnley?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded, "you were sleeping... As much as I wanted to run down to see him I decided to wait so I could see him with you."

I smiled widely I really couldn't believe that Harry would be so caring to wait for me to see our baby together. "Wow... Thank you..."

"C'mon." Harry said, "I waited at least two hours."

Harry grabbed the wheelchair that was across the room. He brought it next to the bed and helped me stand up. I was so sore and in pain but that was definitely not going to stop me from seeing Finnley.

"EW!" Oliver screamed from the other side of the waiting room. I sat down in the wheelchair and shot my head toward him.

"What?" I asked worried.

"Your bum!" He said bright red and laughing.

I rolled my eyes and Harry began wheeling me out of the room. Oliver stayed back to let me and Harry have our first moment with Finnley together. I was wheeled down a long hallway, and brought through many turns but eventually we got to the NICU. It was a large room guarded by a heavy white door. Harry opened it and somehow wheeled me through the door.

I was overcome with emotions when I was in the room. There were ten stations in the huge room, five rows and five columns. Almost every station had pre-mature babies I just wanted to see Finnley. I scanned the baby sections hoping to see Finnley's name.

"Excuse me?" A calm voice called from behind Harry and I.

Harry tuned around and greeted the woman. I then placed my hands on the thin wheels of the wheelchair and somehow turned myself around. A tall nurse smiled at me, maybe she was just tall because I was in this wheelchair.

"You need to wash your hands and arms before stepping past the green tape." The nurse said motioning towards green tape that went from one side of the room to the other. Behind the green line was a sink Harry nodded and got behind the wheelchair. He pushed me to the sink, I couldn't reach for the handles and Harry noticed my struggle. He turned the sink on, it was perfectly warm. He helped me with the soap and when I was washed up he did the same. The nurse appeared again smiling widely.

"Which baby is yours?" She asked.

"Finnley." Harry said, clearing his throat, "Finnley Styles."

"Oh the really small one!" She smiled, "come follow me."

Harry pushed me behind the nurse, Finnley's area was on the left and it was the fourth one in. When we reached the little plastic bed like things my heart stopped. Inside the plastic was a tiny baby, he had machines sticking in him every which way. I looked up at Harry, my tears blocked my vision. Harry didn't try to be the tough guy he let his tears fall down his cheeks. My head darted back to my baby, I couldn't help but notice small fine hairs at the top of his head, dark brown just like Harry's. Mine was also dark brown but only because I dyed it that colour if I didn't dye it my hair would be a light chocolate brown. I already knew from just seeing this small child that one day he would end up like his daddy...