One Direction Prefrences and Imagines

Still Birth (p2)

We sit right outside of the therapist office hand in. You’re practically shaking. I was worried that you would pass out from the anxiety earlier. We drove Dylan all the way to the therapist, which is two hours up the road, and the whole time he crying hysterically. I ended up having to drive because you couldn’t concentrate on anything but trying to help the pain go away.

You’re squeezing my hand as tight as possible with the thought in mind that he might be better, but he also might be worse. I know you’re worried that they’re going to take him from us, and I wish I could assure you that they won’t, but I can’t.

Finally, after about two hours, the therapist comes out to talk with us.

“Mr. and Mrs. Styles. Can I have a word?” We both nod our heads and stand up. “It seems that,” She sighs and looks in her office at Dylan before closing the door. “It seems that we are going to have to place Dylan into group therapy for suicidal thoughts.” My breathing hitches, and I hear you begin to sob into your hands.

 I pull you into my arms and kiss your head before I look at the therapist again. “Why? Why is he having suicidal thoughts? What’s happening to my son!” I scream at the Therapist and she calmly looks me in the eye.

“Dylan wants to tell you.” She leads us into the room where Dylan is sitting. He looks calmer than when we were in the car, and happier than we’ve seen him since before he got to us. We sit on the couch across form him so that we’re eye to eye. “Dylan is there something you wanted to tell them?”

 He look up at us with a sad look before he starts talking. “It wasn’t an accident that we flew off the road. It was on purpose. Mum and Dad were so miserable without the baby that they decided we should all go live up there. I didn’t want to go because I like my life.” Tears are starting to form in his eyes as well as mine. I can’t even stand the thought of my best friend committing suicide, and taking his poor son with him. “So when they told me to unbuckle, I did, but I buckled up again when they weren’t looking. They told me that we were all going to be a happy family and live up there with my baby sister, but I didn’t want to, but now I do. They thought I was going with them, and I didn’t, and they’re up there having a happy family while I’m down here with no one. I don’t want to be down here! I want to be up there!” He starts screaming again and I can feel your tears hitting my t-shirt.

I stand up and go over to him. “What do you mean you have no one?” He looks at me angry.

“You’re not my dad!” he starts crying into my shoulder.

“You’re right Dylan. I’m not your biological dad, but what’s a dad?” He sits up with tears in his eyes. “A dad is a man who cares so much for the child he’s protecting that he would lay down his life to not see them in pain. A dad is a man who loves the child that he’s caring for more than he loves himself. With that logic, then yeah, I actually am your dad.  You will always be Louis son. I see so much of him in you, but I’ll be damned if you think I’m going to let you go to! I’ll be damned if you think that you have no one down here. You have me, and you have (Y/N), and we care about you so much! Dylan, you’re parents made a stupid mistake, and I’m sure they know it now, and that they are so thankful that you are safe and alive, and they’re watching over you. They want to watch you grow up, and get married, and have kids on your own.”

He starts crying again, but this time he leans in and wraps his arms around my neck. “I love you harry!”

I let out a sigh of relief, “I love you too Dylan.”

After that, we sit and talk about a lot of things, about how we feel, and about how to keep him safe, and in the right state of mind. He says he understands that he has to group therapy, and he’s excited when we tell him that there will be other kids there his age. We keep him in the hospital overnight while Niall and Liam, and their wives are going to make the house a little safer. They told us that we need to treat him normal, but to just keep anything that he could, obviously, intentionally harm himself with our of reach.

The doctors say he’ll be fine, and we’re just so thankful that he’s okay, because your expecting now, and he’ll finally have his little brother or sister.