Chapter 53
I was changed into a hospital gown, and laid down on the bed, still squeezing my phone. Nurses surrounded me, and kept asking me questions like, "How old are you?" or "Do you know when you're really supposed to be due?"
I either didn't answer, or sassed them with "Of course I know, I'm nineteen, I'm aware this baby will be premature, so shut up and get out of my face and do your job!"
They never really took my answers too well, but they understood. I think they did, at least. They were acting like the paparazzi with all of these questions, I swear.
"Do you know who the father is?" One nurse asked.
"Of course I do, I'm not some slutty whore." I responded. "It's Harry Styles."
"Yeah right." The nurse laughed. "I'm sure you wish it was, hun, but the Harry Styles is not your child's father."
"Are you fucking serious?!" I screamed. I picked up my phone, and dialed his number.
Ring... Ring... Ring...
"Hey honey, I'm on my way I'm almost at security in the airport."
"Haz, this stupid ass nurse doesn't believe you're really the father." I explained. "She thinks I'm just some crazy One Direction fan who wishes you were the father."
"What?" Harry almost laughed. "Let me speak to her."
I handed the nurse the phone right as another contraction hit me. I pushed, and wanted to scream and cry, but I tried to stay calm.
He'll be here soon, Ariana, he'll be here soon.
"Oh my god." The nurse said, and looked up at me. "I'm so sorry." She apologized, and handed me my phone back.
"You should be." I said, taking the phone, out of breath.
"You okay?" Harry asked.
"I just need you to get here right now." I said.
"I know, I know." Harry breathed. "I'm running to my gate right now."
"How did you get a seat?" I asked.
"I'm flying coach."
"What?" I giggled. "Harry Styles, not flying first class?"
"Anything for you."
"Fuck!" I screamed.
"What?"
"Just contractions." I breathed, as I pushed through it; literally.
"I'm boarding, I gotta go babe." He said.
"Please hurry."
"I'm coming." He assured me, and hung up.
About fifteen minutes of pain later, the nurses said something I thought I would never have to hear:
"Ms. Mortin?" One asked.
"What?" I breathed, trying to take deep breaths.
"The baby's heart rate is dropping."
"W-What?"
"We're gonna have to do an emergency C-section."
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