Angel (H.S AU)

Chapter Fifty Two

"You're a little fucking late." I say to Harry as he takes a seat in my hospital room. He ignores my comment, "How is she?" I raise my eyebrows, "Your daughter?" He sighs, "Yes, Alexa. How is our daughter?" I smirk, "Lauren is beautiful. She's absolutely amazing." His eyes tear up. "And she is the spitting image of her father." He looks down at the ground. "I'm sorry."

"Of course you are." He looks up at me, "Can you please just stop being mad with me, Lexi? I truly am sorry." I shake my head, "You don't get it, do you? If you really cared you would have been here!" I sigh, "But you weren't. You left." He frowns, "You moved on! You ended it!"

"Yeah, because I was mad! Not because I stopped loving you!" I take a deep breath, "Forget it. Now is not the time or the place." Moments later, Niall walks in with Lauren in his arms, and the moment he sees Harry the smile on his face drops and the air in the room completely thickens. "Harry's here." I say, unsure how to cut through the awkwardness. "Can I hold her?" Harry says, taking Lauren from his arms without waiting for an answer. The sight of our daughter in his arms breaks my heart. It breaks my heart because this is what could have been. He could've been the perfect father for her, he should have been in her life and she should have grown up with him. But she won't. And that breaks my heart.

Niall eventually leaves, either because he couldn't handle how tense it was getting in this room or maybe because it just hurt him to see that Harry is always going to be apart of my life. I get up out of my bed and gather my things, seeing as ai'm going home today. I try to peel my eyes away from the sight of Harry holding Lauren, but I can't help but notice what a perfect image it is. I can't help but think back to when I first knew I loved Harry, and how I dreamed of this day. But I need to remember all the shit he did. And everything he put me through. He is not a good guy and he never will be.

A nurse luckily comes into my room a few minutes later, and takes Lauren to do final checks before we take her home, which gives Harry and I a moment to talk. But before I can say anything, Harry walks onto the patio connected to my room and places a cigarette in his mouth. He has got to be fucking kidding me. I know a cigarette is not a big deal, but I just thought that by now he'd have his life on track. He lights the cigarette and looks back at me, as I smirk. "Problem?" He asks. I nod, "Not at all, Harry. Not at all."

He rolls his eyes at me, "I wish for once you would just stop being so fucking sarcastic and tell me what's wrong." I laugh, "You're kidding, right? You are a father, Harry, yet here you are on my fucking hospital room balcony, smoking! I just figured that one day you would wake up to yourself and try to clean your life up. Clearly my expectations for you were just too high." He takes the cigarette out of his mouth, looking at it. "You're awfully upset over a fucking smoke, don't you think?" I ignore his comment and continue packing my things.

"What's the real problem, Alexa? I know there's something bugging you." He flicks the remainders of the cigarette over the balcony and comes back into my room. "You were my person, Harry. Everyone has a person, and They get married, they have kids and they have a perfect life. I wanted that. I wanted that with you. But I'm never going to get that." He smirks, "Yeah because you're dating some tosser." I shake my head, "Why are you being like this, Harry? You used to at least have some fight in you, now you're nothing but stupid comments."

"I got sick of chasing you." Those words hit me way harder than they should, and I instantly feel tears in my eyes. "What?" I ask, unsure if I want the answer. "You heard me, I got sick of chasing you, Lexi. I used to see you, and my heart would explode and I know that's weird but it's the only way I can describe how I felt about you. You were my everything, but I was never good enough. I was constantly chasing you, even when it seemed like it was you chasing after me, you always had the upper hand on me. And I just got sick of it. I grew out of... Us."

"You're a fucking asshole." I mutter to him.

"I'm a fucking asshole?" I can hear the smirk on his face.

"You're a fucking asshole." I repeat.

"Well at least I'm not settling." He says, as if I'd rather be with him over Niall. "I am not settling for Niall, Harry." I say, knowing that it's a lie. Of course I am settling by being with Niall, and yes he makes me happy and yes I love him, but he will never be Harry. And both him and Harry know that. "Yes you are, Alexa. You know you are." I zip up my bag, wishing that someone would walk into this room so this conversation would end. "I am happy, Harry." He puts up his hands as if to surrender, "if you say so!"

As if to answer my prayer, Niall opens the door, putting an end to our conversation. "If you want to come and see Lauren please just text me first so I can make sure we're home." I say to Harry. "Can do." He says, walking out of the room.