Harry Styles' Baby

Chapter Nine:

It was about 3 in the morning when I was woken up by Chelsea shouting my name.

“What the hell?” Harry mumbled, trying to pull me back into bed.

“Harry, let go,” I command and he looks up at me to see how scared I look.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, sitting up in bed and rubbing his eyes. Usually his morning voice would turn me on but I’m too worried right to even realize it.

“Chelsea,” I simply state before walking out of the room, not caring that I was only in a pair of underwear and Harry’s shirt from that day.

Harry and I had been dating a little over a month but it was like nothing ever changed, we were instantly sleeping in the same bed, we hadn’t done anything sexual because well, we didn’t have the time for it.

“Coming!” I call, walking down the hall; Chelsea is sitting on the edge of her bed, rubbing her belly, “What’s wrong?” I ask, walking over to her both very worried and scared.

“I’ve had a few contractions,” she tells me, grimacing a little.

“Fuck,” I mumble, if the baby came today she/he would be a little early, “Okay, give me a few minutes and you can get dressed if you want but that’s up to you,” I tell her, she nods and I kiss the top of her head before running out of the room and back to mine, flipping the light on which causes Harry to hiss.

I walk over to my drawer and pull on a pair of my skinny jeans and grab my bra off the floor.

“What’s happening?” Harry asks, standing up from the bed.

“She’s having contractions,” I tell him and he stands motionless, a shocked look on his face, “Call my mum and tell her to come over like, right now,” I command and he nods, grabbing my phone off the nightstand.

I liked to think we were prepared but honestly, you can’t be prepared for a baby. Well, that’s my opinion at least.

“Hey, listen, we need you to come to Brooklyn’s apartment right now, Charlotte,” he stops talking for a moment, “Uh, Chelsea’s having contractions and we need someone to watch Nicole for a little before she can come to the hospital I guess,” he stops again, “Okay, thanks, see you in 10,” he hangs up and walks over to his drawer in my dresser and grabs a pair of jeans and a shirt along with a beanie.

I look around the room for my beanie which I find on the floor, I pick it up and put it on and grab my glasses from the bedside table. I grab my bag and shove some extra things in there before walking to Chelsea’s room.

“My mum will be here in 10 minutes or so,” I tell her, grabbing her bag and walking around the room, shoving some things in there. She had thrown her hair up in a bun and changed from pajama shorts to sweatpants, “I’m more nervous than I should be,” I tell her, laughing.

“It’ll be fine,” she assures me.

“I should be reassuring you,” I tell her, causing her to laugh. She’s so calm and chill, she’s about to give birth in the next few hours yet she’s so calm!

Chelsea asked me to stay since she could have one person in the room during her birth. It was definitely an experience that had me thinking a thousand things, I was too nervous to say anything so I let Chelsea nearly break one of my hands and gave her forehead kisses every once in a while.

“It’s a boy!” the doctor exclaims over the crying of the baby, he cuts the cord since I didn’t want to and quickly shows us the baby before handing him over to the nurses.

I let go of a breath I had been holding for a little bit, “Marcus Anthony Mattson,” I sigh and Chelsea nods, wiping a few of her tears away, “Welcome to both Hell and Heaven,” I joke and she smiles at me lazily and laughs lightly.

When one of her closest cousin’s shows up later is the first time I leave the room to find Harry, I was so tired.

I find Harry looking through the glass and watching Marcus in his bed, “He’s so handsome,” I mumble and he jumps, causing me to laugh.

I walk over to him and he wraps his arms around my waist and holds me from behind.

We seem like the best screwed up family out there. I was looking at my godson with a proud, sleepy smile while leaning in Harry’s arms while my mum stays with my beautiful daughter, only for them to join us in an hour or so. We were mix match but it was perfect for me and I liked it just as it was.

I had called Chelsea’s parents about 20 minutes ago and they were in Chelsea’s room. I wasn’t sure what was going on but at the moment, I was content with leaning on Harry’s shoulder, falling in and out of sleep while my mum read a book to Nikki beside us.

“You’re so cute when you wear my shirts,” Harry whispers as softly as he could.

“I know,” I mumble and he chuckles. I slid off his shoulder and lay my head in his lap and fall asleep, dreaming of my mix match family.