Lovin' Styles

Escorted Stress - Chapter 25

Harry's POV: 5 Weeks Later

Catch up! Niall is still in the hospital, and Riley is now 2 months pregnant. Riley hasn't told Niall about her being pregnant yet.

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I woke up the next morning, sprawled out on the couch. Riley's small arms were wrapped around me, a light smile still on her face as she snored softly. I grinned and kissed her cheek. She groaned.

"Babe, I'm going to visit Niall," I whispered in her ear. She slowly opened her eyes, rubbing sleep from them. 

"What time is it?" She asked, now half-alert.

"About 7 am. Go back to sleep, baby." I said and she nodded before closing her eyes again. "And Riley?" She nodded and sat up. "Your morning voice is sexy," I added and she smirked.

I smiled at her before pulling on shoes and a beanie. I grabbed my keys, swinging them around.

I was sort of excited to go see Niall at the hospital - I haven't seen him without the boys in a while. I was also a bot nervous. What if Niall was still angry about Ri and I's engagement? Imagine how furious he'd be when he found out that she's pregnant.

I arrived at the hospital and pulled into the nearest spot.

I walked to the front desk, the hospital was deserted, except for a mother and a father with a new baby girl wrapped up in blankets. I beamed. That'll be me and Riley in six or seven months - I couldn't wait to be a father.

"Ehem, first and last name of patient please?" The secretary asked. 

"Niall Horan," I said.

"What's your name?"

"Harry Styles, ma'am,"

She picked up a phone next to her and called someone. She looked at me.

"Yes, we've got Harry Styles here to see Niall Horan. Mhmm, oh. Oh. Alright, of course."

She looked at me.

"Oh, I'm sorry. That patient is unstable at the moment and is unable to see any people." She frowned at me.

Something was fishy. I saw him the other day, and he was doing great. Talking, eating, laughing. 

I looked the woman straight in the eye. "Niall was fine yesterday, and the day before. Either he's seriously sick, or he's fine. What's the deal." I said, slamming my hands down on the desk.

"Alright, alright. He requested not to see you. He's in room A13." She mumbled. "I hope I don't lose my job." She whispered.

I slapped a twenty dollar bill down on the table. "Next time I come, I expect for you to send me right through," I said and she nodded vigorously.

I walked down the hall to A13 and peeked my head in.

"Ni?" I asked quietly. 

He looked at me and glared. I swear, if looks could kill, I'd be dead in a second.

"Niall, what's wrong?" I asked him, walking closer.

"What's fucking wrong, Harry? You're engaged to the girl I like, and then you get her pregnant!" He yelled, his face turning red.

"You-u know she's pregnant?" I said, eyes wide.

"Yea, Louis told me. I guess he's the only friend out of all of you." He said and glared at me again.

He leaned over the side of the bed and pressed a button. "Amy? Harry Styles managed to slip in. He's giving me stress and now I have a headache, may he please be escorted out of here?" He asked sweetly into the speaker.

In seconds, I was pulled by the elbows by two big guys.

"Excuse me, sir. We were told by Mr. Horan that you were causing trouble. You have a twenty-day ban from this hospital, until further notice. If you don't get out right now, we will call the police. Now go." One of the guys said and pushed me out of the room and locked the door behind them. I stood in the hospital hallway.

What have I done?