Lovin' Styles

Kylie Styles - Chapter 47

Harry's POV:

"Harry!" Riley screamed.

I ran over to her.

"The baby - it's coming," she said.

How? She's not even nine months pregnant yet! She's only half a year pregnant! How?

She yelled at me again and I pulled out my phone.

"9-1-1? Yes, my fiance is giving birth. We're in French Quarter, Disney World Resort. Room 674." I nodded. "Mhmm, okay." I hung up the phone.

I grabbed her hand and she laid down on the floor.

"Breathe," I said and she glared at me. 

"Don't you think I'm trying?" She screeched.

I flinched and nurses burst through the door. I moved to the side and Riley looked at me, with pleading eyes.

"Stay with me."

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On December 22, 2015, our baby girl, Kylie Marie Styles was born.

She had a little tuft of hair on top of her head, and her forehead was scrunched up in concentration.

The nurses had to take her to a hospital since she was born way premature.

I don't know what we'll do when we have to leave, we'll have to bring her on the plane with us.

Riley was on the bed, fast asleep. I had my arm around her, and she was snoring softly.

The nurses had left her with an IV Drip in her hand, and they said to call the hospital if anything minor happened to Riley.

I was worried. Kylie was so premature that the nurses looked worried. 

They said she had breathing problems, her brain was only part-way developed and that she had a minor heart problem.

I sighed and kissed the top of Riley's head.

She opened her eyes and looked at me.

"She's real, right? It's not a dream?" Riley asked and looked up at me with her big blue eyes.

I chuckled and nodded.

"Kylie's real." I said and she sighed happily. I shifted.

She looked up at me again, a crease between her eyebrows.

"What's wrong?"

"I-I just don't know why you didn't tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"That you were uncomfortable. That you were going into labor." I responded shortly. Riley studied my face with a pained expression.

"I'm sorry."

"If you can't tell me that you have stomach cramps, or you're uncomfortable, then what can you tell me?" I asked angrily.

Riley crossed her arms, leaning away from me.

"It's not my fault," she grumbled.

"It kind of is!" I fumed.

"Why are we even having this argument?"

"Because I need to know that I can trust you to tell me anything." I said.

"I will."

I raised my eyebrows.

"I promise."

"You seem to be promising a lot of stuff lately," I remarked.

"I won't break this one.