Things Fall Apart {Haylor}

Chapter 18

HARRY'S POV

Taylor's pregnant. Pregnant. How did I not know? Why didn't she tell me about this earlier? oh my god that means I was drinking when she was already pregnant. The doctor cut my train of thoughts.

"Yea...she's already seven weeks along. Didn't she tell you?"

"No...she didn't tell me about it."

I ran my fingers through my hair still feeling shocked. My wife's pregnant. We're having a baby together...

A smile grew on my face and I turned back to look at the doctor.

"Well...I'm guessing she hasn't told you. Congratulations Mr Styles..."

The doctor smiled and offered to shake my hand. But instead I pulled him into a hug. He chuckled and pat my back.

"Thank you...thank you so much.."

I was going to be a dad...a dad! I couldn't believe it. It felt like a dream come true... But it also made me feel guilty. Guilty for drinking and treating her like shit this whole time...

"You can go visit your wife in room 513...she's still asleep though. I'll talk to you more about her condition as we walk there."

"Alright..."

He led me down the hallway and we started walking together.

"So, as I was saying, Taylor and the baby's doing just fine..but she seems to be going through a tremendous amount of stress. Is anything going on at home?"

The thought of me drinking and hitting her, the anonymous texts and calls that she was receiving... They all came into my mind. I was partially the one who caused her stress...mentally and physically. I sighed and turned to face the doctor.

"Yea...kinda..."

He gave me a sympathetic smile.

"You'll be able to fix it...don't worry. I believe in you."

"Thank you."

"My pleasure. This is her room...she's quite weak now, however it won't be long till she wakes up."

I nodded and gave him a smile before slowly pushing the door forward, walking in slowly. Taylor was laying on the bed, skin drained from color. I walked towards the bed and sat on the hard hospital chair.

"Hey baby...I'm here now...it's all okay now."

The room was silent. The only sound heard was the beeping coming from the machine beside her. I held on tight to her fragile hand as a tear slipped down my cheek. I was reminded of me drinking in different pubs every night How could I be so stupid and hurt her and the baby like this?

"I'm so sorry babe...I'm so sorry...I really regret drinking. It was a stupid thing to do...please forgive me.."

I cried into her arm that was laying on the side of her bed.

"I f- forgive you..."

Someone whispered weakly. I looked up to see Taylor laying there with her eyes barely open. I smiled and wiped my tears away.

"Hey baby...you're awake."

"Have I been out for long?"

"Nah...about an hour or two."

She nodded slightly. There was an awkward silence before Taylor suddenly placed her hand on her stomach. I knew she was worried about the baby.

"The baby's doing just fine Tay, don't worry."