Trapped {HS fanfiction} COMPLETED

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.Harry's pov.

I stood there staring at the girl, shocked.

Doors busted open for the other side and out walked a man i presumed to be a doctor.

"Mr. Styles?" He said so nonchalant.

"Yes." I said searching his eyes.

"Lena is-"

"Dead i know." I said cutting him off.

"Yes, she was. Died twice but kept holding on long enough for us to get her." He said grabing a clipboard.

"She isn't dead?" I asked tears brimming my eyes.

"No. Despite what our nosy secretary told you, she isn't dead. Now Mr. Styles-"

"Harry, you can call me Harry." I said

"Harry, Lena has been put through a lot of physical pain. She has broken half of her ribs, she has mild concusions and several cuts and bruises." He said reading the list from his clipboard.

"Where's my baby?" I asked, the tears running like water falls from my eyes from all I've caused.

"She's in the NICU. Now, Harry, she was born prematurely and it is taking a hard toll on her life. Sure a little over a month isn't very early but given the circumstances she was in, It doesn't look good." He said sighing.

"I'm sorry." He said patting my shoulder.

He looked at me with his grey eyes and turned around. I watched him walk down the hallway until he was no more.

"Mr. Styles, Lena is in room 103 floor two. Go see her," She told me with sorry eyes.

I nodded in her direction and started walking through the long halls of the hospital.

I've always hated it here. The bland colors, the smell of death, the pained people. It was terrible here, everywhere you looked. The only time it is a pleasent place is a time of new beggining, but, even in my case, it wasn't pleasent.

I kept walking through the halls until i reached floor two. I walked until i passed the window full of newborn babies.

I turned my head in the direction of the window. All the babies safe and warm.

I felt more tears come to my eyes as the realization that my baby isn't safe right noe kicked in.

"Is one of these yours?" A nurse asked walking up to me.

"No, no, i was just looking. My baby isn't in there." I said turning around.

"Is your baby with it's mother? Cause all of the baby's are in here now." She said.

"My baby's in the NICU." I said looking at her.

"Oh, I'm so sorry for bringing it up-have you ever seen your baby?" She asked?

"No, i wasn't here in time." I said.

"Are you Mr. Styles?" She asked.

"Yeah. How'd you know?"

"I had a hunch. Would you like to see her." She asked.

"Can i?" I asked, my eyes lifting.

"Sure. Follow me."

I followed her through long halls passing more windows of babies. Healthy babies. Until finally we reached a room that wasn't.

Beyond the closed doors were rows of babies, tubes every which way. I followed her around the weak cries of pained babies struggling to hang onto life.

She led me to a small incubator. Inside was a baby so small, it would just barely fit in my large hands.

"Here she is." The nurse said leavingme be with my baby.

I traced all the wires on her body with my eyes. She had a patch on her eyes to keep the light warming her body out of them.

I looked around with tears falling out of my eyes not caring if anyone saw. I did this to her. This was all my fault.

I could've prevented this. I was supposed to protect them.

Instead i hurt them.

I got up from my spot and started walking towards the door. I wanted to stay there all day and stare at my little girl but i needed to see Lena. I needed to see that she was alive.

Most of all i needed to see it myself.