In Love With My Bandmate (IN PROGRESS)

Hospitalized

Harry's Point Of View

Previously

"It's Taylor. She's been in an accident."

Now

My heart stops beating for a few seconds. "What? Is she okay?! Where is she now?" I ask beginning to panic.

"She's at the hospital and I don't know if she's okay, I haven't heard from her team." Josephine replies, worry in her voice.

"What hospital?"

"I don't know."

I sigh, exasperated. The mother of my baby is in the hospital and I don't even know which hospital she's in!

"I'll call you back as soon as I hear anything." Josephine tells me trying to calm me down.

I take a deep breath. "Thanks for informing me about the accident."

"No problem though I thought you would have known since it's all over social media."

"Oh." Of course everyone's heard about it. Taylor is one of the biggest stars in the world.  I hang up telling Josephine that I'm going to take a walk. I do try to take a walk but I run into Niall on my way out. He looks worried and his eyes don't have the usual spark in them. Looks like he's heard about Taylor.

"Is she okay?" he asks.

"I don't know." I sigh. "I'm going to take a walk."

"Well, I'll come with you! I needed to talk to you about Louis anyway!" he replies quickly.

"Niall, I'm already worried about Taylor, I really don't want to talk about anything between Louis and I."

"What?" Niall questions, confused.

"There's nothing going on between me and Louis!" I say defensively.

"I never said that there was." Niall says beginning to smirk. "But, now I'm not so sure."

Goddamnit. "Niall, come on!" I drag him out of the hotel. Like usual there is paparazzi waiting outside. Crap, I have forgotten to bring my sunglasses. Now I am going to be blinded by all these cameras. 

"HARRY! What's your opinion on the Taylor Swift accident?!" one rude reporter asks. Ignore them, Harry. 

"HARRY, HARRY! AREN'T YOU GOING TO VISIT TAYLOR SWIFT?!" another fucking rude reporter asks. "Are you so heartless that you don't even care?!"

I am just about to lose it when Niall whispers "They're not worth it, Haz." in my ear. I smile gratefully at him. "Hey, do you know where Taylor is?" I ask, out of the blue. 

"Yeah, at the hospital." Niall replies, rolling his eyes. "No shit, Sherlock but which one?" It is my turn to roll my eyes. 

" Yeah, Ellie told me that she is at Swan River Hospital." Niall answers, deep in thought. 

"Where is that?" I ask, gaining a bit of hope. 

"It's a few blocks away from here" he replies beaming when he realizes that we are gonna see Taylor. If we are allowed to.

"Great."

 I motion for a taxi and Niall and I get in. "Swan River Hospital please." I say politely to the driver. He turns around to look at us. His eyes widen. 

"Holy crap, you are Harry Styles and you," he said excitedly looking at Niall "are Niall Horan! My daughter is your biggest fan!" 

I smile sadly at him. "We really can't chit chat right now ,we need to go to the hospital. As soon as possible."

 The driver looks disappointed. "But hey, what's your daughter's name? We can write something to her if you'd like." Niall says quickly, saving the day.

 The driver's face brightens up immediately. Niall pulls a napkin out of his pocket. Why the fuck does he have a napkin in his pocket? "What's her name?"

"Sophia." the driver replies with a proud smile.

 

Niall begins writing on the napkin. After a while he passes it over to me. He has written Hey Sophia, I heard that you are a big fan of One Direction. Thank you so much for supporting us. Sending you love, Niall.

I smile and begin writing as well. Hello Sophia. Thank you for supporting us. Best of luck in the future. - Harry.

I hand the napkin to the driver. "Thank you so much. Now which hospital was it?" he smiles. "Swan River Hospital." Niall tells him.

"On it!"

 When we arrive 10 minutes later we thank the driver and rush inside  to the receptionist.

 "Which room is Taylor Swift in?" I ask, out of breath.  I am a musician, not an athlete. 

The receptionist asks who we are. We look at her incredulously. She stares back. She really doesn't know who we are.

 "Harry Styles and Niall Horan." I finally reply. "Are you family?" she asks suspiciously. "No, but I'm her ex boyfriend." I offer her a smile. 

"I'm sorry sir, but we can't tell you which room she's in." the receptionist smiles back sadly.

Just then, I spot Taylor's mom, Andrea. She is coming towards me. 

"Harry!" Hey!" Andrea hugs me. She doesn't notice Niall until a few seconds later because he is arguing with the receptionist. 

"She's my best friend!" Niall was saying frustratedly. 

"Niall!" Andrea says, going over to him. When Niall sees Andrea, his face immediately brightens up.

 He waves goodbye to the receptionist cheerfully and hugs Andrea. "How's Taylor?" he asks, his forehead creasing in worry. Andrea doesn't say anything for a while. "I think you should ask her yourself. Come on, she's in number 13." 

That put a smile on my face. 13 is Taylor's lucky number.

 Andrea leads the way. When we finally get to number 13, she stops us before we can go in and looks at me. "I think you should go first." she says seriously. I look at Niall. He shoots me a supportive smile and mouths "Go!". 

I open the door and go in. Taylor is laying on the hospital bed, crying. When she sees me come in, she starts crying harder.  That alarms me. I walk over to her and begin patting her back. "Taylor, it's okay." I whisper  soothingly hoping that it will make her feel better.

"No it isn't!" she wails.

 "What's wrong, love?"

"I had a miscarriage."