Try (Sequel to Perfect; Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Thirteen

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Harry's POV:

"Harry!" she screeches, tears falling down her cheeks. "Harry, please, help me. I-I can't lose her now."

"We won't." I whisper, pulling on her arm. "I'm gonna get you to a hospital, and the baby's gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay, baby."

She nods, tears falling from her chin to the top of her chest. "Hurry." Her voice is barely a whisper, and her eyes are puffy and bright red. "I love her so much."

"I know. I love her too." I pull her to the bedroom, and push her lightly onto the bed. "Work with me, Carter, baby." I kiss her forehead lightly, and then begin pulling the pants off of her legs. Once they're off, I throw them on one of the other beds. Blood stains the top of her legs. The sight disgusts me. "Put these on." I hand her a pair of black leggings. She does as I say, wriggling into them. "Are you in any pain?"

"My belly hurts a little." She whimpers.

I nod, biting my bottom lip. "Let's go." I grab her around the waist, and drag her into the living room. Liam and Niall look up. Zayn must've gone outside to smoke a cigarette.

"Where are you two going?" Liam questions, stepping towards us.

"The hospital." I mutter.

His face drops. "What?"

"Something's wrong with our baby." I growl at him. "Move away, Li. I don't have the fucking time for this." I push his chest, and drag her closer to the door. "If I'm not back in time for the show, tell Simon to go fuck himself." I push Carter onto the porch, and slam the door.

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"Dr. Hurley." The doctor with the graying black hair walks into the room.

Carter lays on the bed, bawling, and crushing my fingers.

"Carter," he breathes out. He puts on a pair of white gloves. "We're going to do an ultrasound." He explains. He pushes up her blue and white checkered gown, exposing her light pink panties that are stained dark red. Whenever he catches sight of them, his eyebrows raise. "Oh." He says quietly. He rubs a hand over her bulging belly, and then puts jelly on it. Carter doesn't flinch, but I do. The sight of him touching her makes my body shake.

I squeeze her hand tightly. She looks at me, and I take my hand and wipe it over her cheek, tears wetting my knuckles.

He slides the wand over her belly, and on the screen, the blue and white swirls are all over.

"Where is she?" Carter chokes out.

The doctor's face lights up, as he points to a small ball of white on the left hand of the screen. "She's right there."

Carter's hand squeezes mine tighter. "She's okay?"

"She's fine. Perfectly fine. A bit smaller than I'd like to see, but other than that she's doing fine."

"Why was she bleeding then?" I murmur.

"Sometimes these things happen. Very rare, but they do happen. Every pregnancy differs. Miss White's just seems to be a bit more difficult that usual." He says. He takes the wand off of her belly, and the screen goes black. He hands Carter a paper towel. "My wife also had a difficult pregnancy, with our third child. He turned out perfectly fine, and is now eighteen." He smiles at Carter. "I'm going to put you on some medication. You're going to need to go on bed rest for a few weeks. Two to three hours a day are alright to be on your feet. Of course, not back to back. I hope daddy here can take care of you."

I gulp. I feel my face get hot. For some reason, each and every word he says is making me angry.

"Ah, no." Carter says quietly. "He's on X-Factor." She smiles at me, and I can see that it does reach her eyes. She's proud of me. And her smile makes me smile. "My mum should be able too, though."

"Well, I hope you can get that figured out." he grins at Carter. "Wouldn't want a beautiful girl like you to miscarry another beautiful girl on the way, now would we." He leans on the bed."

I stand up, releasing Carter's hand. "Yeah, we'll figure it out, Dr. Hurley." I say, my tone steady.

"Harry..." Carter hisses. She grabs the back of my t-shirt. "Sit down."

Dr. Hurley smiles at me. "You're girlfriend is stunning." He tells me.

"I know." I growl. "And, she's mine. And she's pregnant. And you need to back the fuck off."

He rolls his eyes, and stands up straight. "I'll be right back with your prescription Carter. You can change back into the clothes you came in." He turns on his heels and steps out, pulling the curtain with him.

I turn to Carter, and she bites her bottom lip.

"I don't need protecting."

"You obviously do."

"Why did you talk to him like that?"

"He's a married man, flirting with a very, very pregnant girl that belongs to me."

"I don't belong to you." She states. She struggles to slide off the bed, until I grab her hands and pull her off. She gets out of the hospital gown, and she stands in front of me in the pink and blood red panties, and dark blue bra that barely fits her. "I don't belong to anyone."

"You belong to me." I say, licking my lips. "Where's your purse?"

She points to the black leather bag that I sat on the chair. "Why?"

"I brought you extra panties. You're welcome."

Carter sighs. "Thanks."

I pull them out of the bag, and hand them to her. She slips out of the stained ones, handing them to me, and then slips on the green ones. I grab a plastic bag from the little bag holder on the counter, and wrap them up in that. I stuff them back in her bag, and then help her pull on her leggings and then her camisole and my hoodie.

"Thanks again." She says quietly.

"You really hate me helping you, don't you?" I kiss her cheek, and rub my hand over her belly. She shrugs. "I love you so much." I whisper against her smooth cheek. My hand slips underneath the bump, and I keep it there, supporting it. "You're so beautiful."

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