50 Shades Freed

Chapter 18

The next morning I had gone home in hopes of Harry being asleep. It was my birthday and I was hoping that everything would blow over by now. I walked into the house shutting the door behind me and sigh hearing movement from the kitchen. 

I head towards the kitchen seeing Harry cutting onions for his stellar omelettes. He looks up at me and then quickly looks down at the food continuing to cook. I stand there for a moment unsure if I should say anything. I know how stubborn he can be so I decide that I should make the first move. 

Before I get the chance to say anything to him he speaks. "Happy Birthday"

"Thank you.." I slide my coat off placing it on the  back of the kitchen stool. I take a seat watching him as he continues to cook. "Are you upset with me?" Why do I care? He's the one that was in the wrong here. Not me. 

"I'm more upset with myself. I shouldn't have let you leave like that." He puts everything in the skillet and I watch him closely taken back at how calm he seems. Maybe it's because it's my birthday. 

"I just wish you would have told me before hand. I understand...somewhat. But there are limitations remember?" He looks up at me tilting his head a bit. 

"Are you quoting me Mr. Styles?" 

"I am indeed" He sends me a sharp smile before walking over to me placing a hand gently against my face. I lean into a bit and lean up puckering my lips. He kisses me quickly before pulling away, causing me to pout. 

"If we keep going the food will burn" He chuckles 

"You need self control" I cross my arms over my chest. 

"That's true, but with you I've never had self control, or haven't you noticed?" 

"I noticed a long time ago" I laugh. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I answer it seeing that it's Zayn. "Hello?" 

"Happy Birthday!" I hear three voices yell into the phone causing me to laugh. 

"Who is that?" 

"Your father, and mine of course" He laughs a bit

"How did you get them here?" Zayn's dad had been in the army before Zayn left for school. They didn't speak much but they did try to stay in contact. I personally loved his dad, he was a sweet man. To me at least. 

"They both said they wanted to be here for your birthday so here we are. We're on our way" I smile and nod hanging up the phone and I see Harry smiling. 

"You did this?" I raise an eyebrow 

"I made a few calls" He tries to brush it off and I stand up wrapping my arms around him. 

"Thank you so much" He kisses the top of my head hugging me back. 

"Anything for you princess" 

"Don't call me that" I glare at him 

I sat in my room reading over a few articles from work hearing the sound of knocking at the door. I stood up quickly hoping that everyone was here now. Edward and Liam were downstairs in the kitchen, and Harry was more than likely in his office somewhere. I walked down the steps going to answer the door seeing that a police officer was in front of me. 

"Uhm.." 

"Niall Horan?" 

"That's me" 

"I'm sorry to tell you this but there's been an accident."

"Accident? With...Oh god" My eyes widen as my mind trails to My dad and everyone else. "Are they okay?" 

"They're all currently in the hospital, if you would like we can bring you to them now" I wipe the tears falling down onto my cheeks and Harry walks over to me placing his hand on the small of my back.

"What's going on?" He sends the man at the door a death glare for making me cry more than likely. I lay my head on his shoulder not sure what to say. I just wanted to head to the hosptial as soon as possible. The officer explained everything to Harry and he thanked him before shutting the door. "Come on, lets go and head to the hospital"

I nod and grab my coat pulling it on. We head out of the door, seeing that Taylor was waiting for us by the car. I sniffled softly to myself hoping that Harry wouldn't notice that I was still crying. He always expressed how much he hated seeing me cry...

(3 Months Ago)

I sat on the edge of the bed wiping the tears that had fallen from my red eyes. I hated fighting with Harry, he knew this, I knew this. And yet there was no way for us to go extended periods of times without screaming at each other. I can't even remember what we were arguing about. Something to do with having children in the future I believe. I had always dreamed of having children, and Harry obviously didn't. And of course he refuses to see anyone else's point of view but his own.

I hear the sound of the bed room door creaking open and I look up seeing Harry standing there. I look back down at my lap and Harry walks over to me. He takes a seat next to me and I have to stop myself from moving away from him.

"I hate seeing you cry...And I hate being the reason that you're crying" He places his hand on my knee and I sniffle a bit. "We can speak about children when the time is right okay?"

"How do I know that you won't push it off when the time does seem right."

"You have my word Mr. Styles, and a man never goes back on his word."

(End of Flashback)

 

I looked out the window watching as the rain fell against the windows seeing that we were near the hospital. I looked at Harry seeing that he to was looking out the window with his hand gripping onto mine, as if he let go I could fall into some dark abyss.

Taylor pulled up to the hospital and I quickly got out of the car having Harry coming with me. I head inside going to the front desk, the woman sitting there looks at me blowing a bubble with her gum.

"Bobby Horan, Zayn Malik, and Yaser Malik" I rush out and she checks her computer before looking back up at me.

"All of them are on floor 5"

I pull Harry with me to the elevastors and press the button waiting for the doors to open. Harry places his hands on my shoulders kissing the back of my head attempting to calm me down.

"This is one hell of a birthday..."

"I know baby, I'm sorry.."

"Don't be, you didn't do anything. I don't even know the full story of what happened. I just want them to be okay. I don't care about anything else but that" I sigh a little letting my body fall back into his. The doors finally open and we step onto the elevator. I press 5, and wait for us to get to our floor.

I can feel my hands shaking, shaking from fear and anticipation. I don't think I've ever been more terrified to get off an elevator before in my life. 

I just pray that once this elevator stops.

My world doesn't stop with it.