Secretly Irish

Chapter Thirty

November 2

Harry’s POV

Macy was in the hospital. She had been in pain, contractions every four minutes. It killed me to see her in pain, especially knowing it was because of me. I woke up to her shaking me, her side of the bed wet. I got up, driving her to the hospital.

As soon as she got an epidural, I called the lads, Niall was the first one up from what I’ve heard, and he came nearly eighteen minutes after I called him.

“How are you, babe?” I asked Macy. She was scrolling through Facebook on her phone. She was in the hospital gown, needles in her finger, and a hospital bracelet with “Horan, Macy” on it.

“Just peachy.” She said, looking up at me. I rolled my eyes. Niall and the boys were in the chairs across the room. I sat in the rocking chair next to her. Nurses came in every couple hours, cleared the other boys out of the room, and checked on how many centimeters dilated she was. She was about 8cm right now. Macy seemed to understand every single word they were saying, too.

“Macy how do you know what they are saying?” I said, looking at the nurses walking out of the room.

“I’m eight centimeters dilated. You have to be ten centimeters.” She said, looking at me. She was getting impatient.

“Harry.” She groaned. I grabbed her hand.

“It’s going to be okay, babe. Alright? You are strong. Strong. Okay? Remember that. You are a Horan.”

“I want my mom to be here.” She whined, looking up at the tiles on the ceiling.

“Niall just called her, she can’t be here for the birth part.” I said. My mom didn’t live as far away, she was actually on her way right now, she should be here soon, maybe a couple more hours.

“What do you think the baby gender is going to be?” I asked, trying to keep her mind off the pain.

“I’m hoping a girl.” She said, being calm for once.

“I want a boy.”

“Why did you want the baby gender to be a surprise?” She asked, looking at me.

“Because honestly, I don’t care what it is. And I love surprises.” I said, smiling as I brought her in for a kiss. I felt terrible, thinking that it was all my fault for the pain she was in, the trouble I was causing. I was the reason she was losing her freedom. She was a teenager for Jesus sakes. And I was turning her into a mom and an adult too fast.

“I’m so sorry for all of this, Macy.” I said, my eyes watching the floor.

“Sorry for what? Making me have the best life ever?” She smiled, looking at me.

“W-what?”

“This is amazing. Not the birth part, but us. The baby.”

“Me and you against the world.” I smiled, kissing her.

“I love you,” I said against her lips.

“I love you too.”

She was here. I heard her first cry. Saw her take her first breath. She was beautiful. My heart nearly burst, and the baby and I were both crying at the same time. Maura and Bobby were here, my mom and Robin were here, and the boys were all in here. I cut the umbilical cord, which was pretty nasty, but little Annabelle Darcy Styles was officially here. Her eyes were blue, but I don’t know if they’d stay that way. Her head was full of brown hair, already in curls. She’s going to have my hair. She had Macy’s nose, my mouth, and my ears. Macy was asleep, but everybody was fighting over who was going to hold Annabelle. My mum and Maura already called Annabelle Anna, and Louis called her Anna-bear.