I Won't Run- A Larry Stylinson Fanfic (boyxboy)

Phones and Friends

So, as per usual I am updating this way too late at night so I won't say much. This chapter is about twice as long as all the others, which is nice, but it's such a filler, soo oh well. Two hundred reads! Thankyou <3 I might be able to update before thursday, but it's kind of unlikely so if I don't, there won't be anything for about a month cause I'm going on holidays :) anyway here it is, also sorry for the terrible title of the chapter

Niall's POV

It’s been a long couple of hours. Sitting in this cafeteria waiting for news, not knowing what is going on in the hospital room somewhere above us. The food at the cafeteria was really bad, too. Liam and Zayn tried to ask the reception what was happening, but they would tell no one but family. I snorted. Family. We were pretty close to family. About as close as you could be, really. Harry’s real family, his sister and mother, were driving down to see him and the baby. Anne sounded a mixture of completely excited for meeting the child and disgruntled about the fact she wasa grandmother. Gemma seemed slightly worried about Harrys parenting skills, and shocked over the sudden arrival of the child, but utterly over the moon about having a niece or nephew.

Liam came back from the toilets. “I reckon it won’t be too much longer, Niall. You can get excited”. I rolled my eyes at him. “I’m not getting excited until I see the baby, and some decent food. I’m tired, after getting woken way too early with this news, and I’m so hungry. I doubt even the baby could get me excited. Babies aren’t even that interest-”

I was cut off from my monologue by a very un- Zayn like gasp. The white frosted door opened and in walked Harry and Louis, Harry carrying a tiny baby swaddled in a playsuit and white blankets. Its little pink face became easier to distinguish as they walked towards our table, Harry trying to suppress a proud smile. The child’s eyes were closed, the short soft lashes brushing against its lower eyelid. Above its eyes were barely noticeable eyebrows, the same dark colour as the hair covering its head.  Its nose was tiny and button- like, with nostrils so small it seemed it seemed impossible they would be big enough to breathe out of. It was ridiculously cute, with its tiny fingers wrapped around Harrys.

“Harry, how did you produce that?” Trust Liam to make a smart-arse comment. Harry shook his head, bemused. “Don’t ask me. And she’s not “that”, she’s Lola”. A girl. Called Lola. I blinked, confused. “Don’t tell me that much at once, Harry. It’s bad for my brain”. Louis giggled. “Niall, too much food ruins your brain”. I looked upwards. “Sorry brain, you’re going to keep being ruined”. Zayn rolls his eyes at me. Some people just have no sense of humour. “Can I hold the baby?” Liam pipes up. “Not after you called her that”, Harry says grumpily, but he places her in Liam’s awaiting arms anyway. As Liam lifts up the baby’s head to smell her, a strange, fleeting look passes over Zayn’s face. I frown. Huh. Well, I suppose it was just the normal reaction to smelling a baby. Seeing the raised eyebrows of his band mates, Liam asked incredulously, “What? Newborns smell good, I thought everyone knew that”. Harry quirked his head to one side. “Do they?” he said, as he leant in for a sniff. “Wow, she does”, Harry remarked, as Louis, Zayn and I converged on Lola to smell her.

Louis and Harry went off to grab some food and go to the toilets while Liam and Zayn each had a nurse of Lola. She was remarkably placid, only crying for seconds at a time, and even then only quietly. Both Liam and Zayn seemed comfortable with her- they seemed to keep her calm with only a soothing word or a back rub. Zayn looked up from the baby sleeping in his arms at me. “Do you want to hold her?” “Oh. Er. Um. Yeah, I guess so”, I stuttered out, flustered. Zayn raised his eyebrows at me. “Do you want me to show you how to hold her?” I blushed and nodded at the ground. Lola was one of the sweetest things I had ever seen, but that didn’t mean that I didn’t find her or the concept of holding her terrifying. “Okay”, Zayn said as he passed the baby to Liam, “Just position your arms like this”. Zayn put his arms into a cradle shape a little away from his body and overlapped his hands. “This supports the head and doesn’t make your arms too tired”. “Okay….” I said as I positioned my arms awkwardly. Liam placed Lola into my arms.