Summer Love- Harry Styles / Ashton Irwin

Chapter 12

I was dragged from the car by a guy who looked around my age.

I looked up at him as he held my head in his lap.

"Wait you're Harry Styles girlfriend!"

I couldn't find the strength to reply.

"And you're pregnant, shit." He mumbled.

"Its Ariah right?" He asked pushing my hair out of my face.

I managed to swallow, nodded yes.

"Where are you hurt?" His eyes were full of worry and I was beginning to notice the growing crowds of people taking photos.

"Im fine." I croaked attempting to push myself up off of his lap, only to collapse back into his arms.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered finding my voice.

I didn't feel hurt, all I felt was a banging headache.

"Don't be sorry. I should have stopped before you." He sighed.

I didn't protest, losing energy by the second.

My state of shock was wearing off and the numbness took over my whole body. I felt paralyzed.

"My baby girl." I managed to whisper in a strangled sob.

"The ambulance is on its way, just please try and stay awake." He pleaded squeezing my hand.

I heard faint sirens as they got louder and louder and soon enough I was being sped to hospital with this guy still by my side.

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"Harry come on!" Layla moaned.

I dismissed her, something in the trends on twitter catching my attention.

It read: '#PrayforAriahandbaby'

I frowned, clicking on the link.

It opened up thousands of peoples tweets, some even with pictures.

I opened up a photo with the caption: 'Oh my god, what the hell happened?! Wheres Harry?!'

My breath hitched in my throat as the photo showed her lead in a guys lap in the middle of a road, her hand in his as she had her eyes closed, just the front of her car on show, smashed up.

This has got to be a joke.

I dialed her number..

"Hello?" Her voice rang through my ears relief washing through me.

"Ariah are you okay?!"

"Hello?" Her voice said again.

I frowned at my phone.

"Ariah can you hear me?!" I shouted worridly as Layla shot me a look of worry.

Her laugh rang through my ears. "Im just kidding, you've reached my voicemail, feel free to leave a message and I'll get back to you."

beeep.

I screamed in frustration, throwing my phone across the room and running for my car, Layla calling for me from the house.

I ignored her shouting and drove straight to the hospital.

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"What room is Ariah Thompson in?" I asked, desperate to see her.

The woman didn't look up from her work but told me to wait a minute.

I slammed my hands down hard on the desk. "I don't have a minute! Where is she?!" I yelled and her head shot up and she looked like she'd seen a ghost.

"Um.. Sorry, Mr styles, um- room 326." She stuttered and I thanked her, before running to her room.

I barged into the room where she lay, looking extremely fragile.

There was the guy from the photo, he was sat besides her bed, holding her hand.

I swallowed, feeling the jealousy grow within me.

"Harry." She whispered.

"Yeah baby?" I knelt besides her bed, taking her hand out of his and kissing it softly.

"Get out." She spat, pulling her hand away.

I frowned, standing up. "What?" I whispered in disbelief.

The other guy stood up, awkwardly clearing his throat, "I'll just be going." 

He paused looking over at Ariah for a brief moment then to me, then back to her. "Get well soon Ariah." He smiled and she thanked him.

He then left.

"Just go Harry." She whispered her voice cracking a little.

"Why? I don't understand." I frowned, feelings of hurt and confusion mixing together, not knowing why she didn't want me here.

"I saw you and her. Now get out!" She screamed.

I shook my head, realising what she saw. "No Ariah- please let me explain she's not-"

Before I could finish my sentence I was being escorted out of the room and into the waiting area.

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"The baby, is the baby... you know?" I asked in a delicate voice, afraid of the answer I may get.

The doctor stood in front of me, and took in a breath. "I think miss Thompson should be the one to tell you the news." She spoke before leaving me confused and worried still in the waiting room five hours after I was kicked out of her room.