closer // harry styles

Chapter 62

Chapter 62

"No, what do you mean she's not doing so well?" I repeated Harry's words in my mind, and they kept playing, like a tape that just kept going around, and around, and around. I thought of all the possible things he could've meant, but quickly pushed the terrible thoughts to the side.

"Do you want to see her?" He asked, and I shrugged, and hugged him tighter.

"I don't know." I answered honestly. He pulled my hand and we started walking down the hall towards her room.

"Ariana?" A voice asked, and I turned around, and dropped Harry's hand.

"Oh my god." I gasped, and walked towards Alli, Lucy, and Hailey, pulling them all into a tight hug. "I've missed you guys so much."

"We've missed you." Lucy agreed.

"We heard about what's going on. Are you okay?" Alli asked. I shook my head, and felt everyone's eyes on me from behind. I turned around, and sure enough, they were.

"Alyssa and Anne, this is Hailey, Alli, and Lucy." I introduced them, and they all smiled. "This is my best friend, Alyssa, and Harry's mom, Anne."

"So nice to meet you." Hailey smiled, walking up to Anne, and shaking her hand. I had kind of forgotten how much she loved One Direction, so I was sure she already knew who Anne was. Lucy and Alli rolled their eyes at Hailey, causing me to crack a smile.

"Ariana." Harry interrupted. I looked at him, and he had wide eyes, eyes that were waiting.

"Sorry," I apologized, and re connected my hand with his. We started walking back to Cassidy's room, but I was dreading it.

I could almost see room 213, when flashing lights and questions flew out in every direction. Oh no, the paparazzi.

"Harry, Harry!" They yelled. "Ariana!"

"How is your baby doing?"

"Is your child okay?"

"Is it a girl or a boy?"

"What's it's name?" One asked, catching me off-guard. It?

"Are you keeping the baby?"

"Is it true, you did not deliver the baby normally?" Normally?

"What happened to your child?" Another asked, and that's when Uncle Paul finally decided to step in. Took you long enough.

"Back up, back up." Paul repeated, but the lights kept flashing, and they wouldn't listen. Harry pulled me into him, hugging me, and shielding my face, and I honestly didn't feel very well.

"Back up!" Uncle Paul was now yelling. I wanted to scream, but nothing would come out, not even tears. I just wrapped my arms around Harry's torso, hugging him even tighter, and he took a deep breath. I looked up at him, resting my head on his chest, to find that he was already looking down at me.

"Don't answer them, Ariana." He warned.

"They're calling my child an it." I said, through gritted teeth. Everyone behind them just stood there, shocked at what was going on.

"Please." He begged.

"They're also saying I didn't deliver the baby normally."

"That's because they're fucked up people who have nothing better to do with their lives." Harry said, running his large hand over my hair.

"You should tell them that." I suggested, and he chuckled. I turned around, and by now there were multiple doctors trying to get the paps to leave.