Pregnant at 16-Harry Styles [EDITING]

Chapter 8

Harry's POV:









I watched her head fall back, I watched the last tears fall from her black and blue eyes, and I watched her gasp for air as her head hit the ground.









I had beaten almost the life out of Jayke, when I still had my hands on him. I called Niall after calling the police and I told him to meet me at the hospital.









I was lucky when I got there, that Niall was already there. I told him I wanted him to watch Charlotte but the doctors wouldn't let me in with Ash. They told me she needed critical attention and I would prevent that trying to see her.











I have been waiting since 9:00pm in this dark, warm, and lifeless waiting room. Every hour I would check with the nurse at the desk to make sure everything was okay. Every hour the nurse at the desk would have the same answer, I don't know yet sweetheart.












Jayke is going to jail for attempted murder and premeditated murder of two victims. Thank god he is getting what he deserves now. I don't want him near Ashton or my baby.









"Harry, she will be okay." Niall says, putting his hand on my back.









"What if she isn't? I can't raise Charlotte by myself! I'm not a good enough father for that." I reply.










"You're doing better, lad. You'll get there and I promise, no mater what happens, Charlotte will still love you with all her little heart." He smiles.











I looked down at the baby in my arms, as she peacefully slept. I remember what Ashton said about her not being able to sleep well, and I wondered why that was.









Come to think of it, Ashton had a ton of bruises on her wrists and her back. She had them on her neck too, and I noticed them once her make up had worn off. Was this beating by Jayke a daily thing? Would he hit her all the time? Then my blood boiled harder at the thought of him hurting Charlotte.











I watch as a doctor walked out in blue scrubs, a mask hanging from his ear, and his gray hair poking through the head cap. He looked at his clipboard and then looked down at me.










"Mr.Styles?" He asks.










"Yes, that's me." I say, Niall takes Charlotte as I stand up.










"Would you come with me, please?" He asks, with a displeased tone of voice










I nodded and the doctor brought me to an elevator and pressed the button that said "9R" on it. We were going to the ninth floor?










"What are you to Ms.Baker?" He asks.










"She's the mother of our child, my roommate, and a friend of mine." I reply.











"Thank you, I needed that for paper work. Now, before we get there I need you to understand a few things." He answers.










"Yes, sir?" I ask.











"Ashton has sustained some pretty significant injuries when she was beaten. She had a broken rib, which we shouldn't have to worry about too much. Next, she has a broken tibia. Whoever had beaten her, took quite the opportunity to do so. Lastly, she has some head damage." He says, as the elevator doors open up to the ninth floor.










He began to walk me down the long and narrow hallway that seemed like it was too long.








"The worst part is, she is in a coma. She had hit her head so hard from being beaten and thrown to the floor so much that her head couldn't take so much at once. We have no clue as to when she will wake up, it could months, weeks, years, or days. I just need you to be supportive. She can still hear everything around her because that's all she has to use from her senses. So please, give her all of your love and support." The doctor finishes as he opens the door to a large room, with a view.




Flowers were all around the rooms from fans, the boys, my parents, and the hospital themselves.








I looked over to the end of the room to see a woman laying lifelessly on the cold hospital bed. She had a breathing tube in her mouth, which lead down her throat to help her breathe. She had gauze wrapped around her head, wrists, ankles, and a cast on her leg and foot. I watched her chest rise and fall normally, but it was only the machine breathing for her.










I walked over to the bed, and I observed her white skin. She was more tan than this, and because of this state she was in..she was like a ghost.










My breath hitched in my throat and I couldn't believe the image before my own eyes. I couldn't let Charlotte see her mom this way, not so sick, so broken and frail.











I felt tears prickling in the back of my eyes, and my heart was aching for the beautiful girl that was reduced to this before me.










I pulled out my phone and texted Niall: "Please call Ashton's parents. They were on their way here anyway, so have them take Charlotte. Tell them I need the night to myself and Ashton, tell them that they can stay in my house. They should be arriving at the airport in an hour, Charlotte's car seat is in my car. Please and thanks.x"










I turn my phone off and place it on the table next to Ashton's bed and begin to stare at her lifeless body.









I began to reveal myself to her, time to come undone and show her the real me.






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