My Brother's Best Friend [editing]

Chapter 12

-Waliyha's P.O.V.-

I woke up and it was quiet. Today the lady was coming down to the hospital so we could fill out birth certificates for the babies. I honestly didn't know what to name the babies. I was nervous and my stomach hurt horribly, I couldn't even sit up by myself.

"Harry," I whispered in Harry's ear, who was right besides me on the bed.

"Hmm?" He mumbled.

"Get up." I said, poking his side. He lifted up his head, looking into my eyes. "We have to pick out baby names!" I smiled.

"Darcy and Harry." He smiled. I guess he had already planned them out.

That was straight to the point.

I laughed, "I actually like those. Elizabeth come help us decide!" I said, looking at Liz.

"Darcy-Maria Elizabeth Styles!" She smiled, "The girl's gotta have a part of me in her." She winked.

I smiled, "Harry do you like that?" I asked.

"If you like it, I like it." He commented, "And for the boy?" He asked smirking.

"Harry Edward Styles Jr." I smiled. I loved it.

The lady came to the room. "How are you folks this lovely mornin'?" She chirped.

"Fine, thank you." I replied.

"So you're ready to name your baby?" she asked with a smile.

"Babies." Harry corrected.

"Okay, sorry my bad." she laughed. "Okay, gender?"

"Female."

"Name?"

"Darcy-Maria Elizabeth Styles."

"Biological father?"

"Harry Styles." She hummed, "My daughter's a big fan!" Harry only smiled cockily.

"Biological mother?" She continued.

"Waliyha Malik."

Weight?"

"3lbs 5oz"

"Date of birth?"

"Dec. 5, 2013."

"Time of birth?"

"12:10pm."

"And finally where was the birth?"

"Los Angeles, California."

"Ok now for the boy." She repeated the same questions and Harry answered them. I knew I'd have to be in here a while with my babies.

*3 weeks later*

I had been hear awhile and everyone came to visit, they brought presents and food and everything else. Darcy and Harry Jr. grew so much. Liz had gotten to hold Harry Jr. Niall had gotten to hold Darcy and he was scared of how small she was, he thought he would hurt her. Harry and Liz left once everyday to bring me food because honestly, hospital food sucked. My cut still hurt, it was in a healing process.

The doctors had moved Darcy and Junior into my room and out of the incubator in the ICU. I would look at them fall asleep everyday. I didn't know what happened to Jalen, but I didn't care because I hated him for almost taking my childrens' lives.

I was going to be out of here tomorrow, and I was so excited to bring the babies home. Zayn had told me all that happened at home that I missed. I missed my bed and being able to wear underwear. I missed my life and Safaa, and I was ready to get out of here.