One Direction Imagines

7 years To Wait (Harry Styles)

The strangled scream started down her lungs, making Harry jumped up in surprise. It was only 3 in the morning, nothing should happen.. At least that’s what they thought. When he asked her what happened to her, she didn’t answer, then Harry knew why..

Blood.

Blood everywhere on [Y/N]’s side of the bed. Panic wasn’t enough to describe the feeling he had as he made a phone call to 112. He tried to be strong for her, really, he tried. But as he reached downstairs with [Y/N] in his arms, he broke down in tears. The woman in his arms, the one he loves so dearly, was as loud as a stuffed animal.

Her usual pink lips went pale. Her bright eyes went dull, and he knew she’d be gone soon. Not dying, but passed out. “[Y/N], stay with me baby, paramedics are here now, [Y/N],” he shook her awake with the strongest voice he could manage. [Y/N] must’ve wanted him to be strong for her, but the task was nearly impossible as he drove to the hospital, holding her cold hand with the meds injecting her various number of IV.

When they took her away to be checked up, he sat on the floor in front of the check up room; his back against the wall. By that time, he ran out of tears. So he just played with his ring on his finger, hoping something magical would happen to his wife.

They’ve been married for three years, already having two beautiful children. Alexandra Dianne Styles and Max Alexander Styles. Their children! Harry’s head snapped up in realization, his phone already fished out of his pocket. He made a short phone call to Louis, one of his best mate, to bring the twins to the hospital. When Louis asked him what happened, he only said “just bring them here”.

Louis understood. He and Harry have some kind of language. Right then, Louis knew why Harry couldn’t explain it over the phone; knowing him, he’d cry again even if it’d not be possible.

As Louis arrived with the twins in his arms, with Eleanor trailing behind him, holding [Y/N]’s over night bag, Harry came running to them, accepting both Louis and Eleanor’s embrace. They knew something must happened to her that Harry’s eyes were red from the cry session he had earlier.

The twins were awake, but they were sleepy. As soon as Harry took them both in his arms, they fell back to sleep. Right then, the only thing that could stop him from breaking down again was his children. His beautiful children who were born two years ago, who he loves so much. Who [Y/N] loves so much.

He remembered how hard [Y/N]’s struggle was to deliver the twins to life. How many hours it took to let them breathe fresh air for the first time. 17 hours and five minutes. That was a lot of time, and a lot of pain. Harry knew—

The ER door opened and two sets of feet appeared Harry’s sight. The abrupt movement caused the twins awoke; and eventually cried. But Eleanor took them both right away, knowing Harry couldn’t make them sleep at the time.

“How is she? How is the baby?” He asked with shaky voice.

The doctor, who was in his early 50, looked down to his clipboard, frowning. “Mr. Styles?” He paused, glancing at Harry then back to his clipboard. “An early stage of cervix cancer has been detected on your wife’s body. The chance of ‘healing’ her is still above 50%, only to do so, we’ll have to sacrifice the baby. Chemical substances on chemo would kill the baby if you decided to keep him, and causing another problem to Mrs. Styles,” he spoke slowly, trying to deliver the news in the softest way he knew to Harry.

Meanwhile, Harry had a hard time accepting the news. Panic attack, that’s the first reaction he had. The nurse had to give him some painkillers to ease his nerve. Once he had calmed down, he gave his best respond to the doctor.

“I- I’ll decide it with m-my wife. Can I see her?” Harry asked, his breathing still hard.

The doctor, Dr. Will; he noticed, nodded, “Right this way.” They, along with Louis and Eleanor and the twins, walked to the elevator that’d take them to the third floor. It was quiet. No one dared to speak.