I'm Not Sure of My Feelings for You 2 (Harry Styles and Camila Cabello)

Chapter 107 What? Why?

I was casually walking down the hall to grab the flowers that i ordered for Cam from the lobby. New mothers were being wheeled around in wheel chairs with their newborns in their lap. The mothers and their babies are wheeled outside into their cars.

  "Uh I ordered flowers a bit ago?" I tell the lady at the front desk.

  "Name?" She asks.

  "Harry-Harry Styles." I tell her.

  "Ah yes here we are." She says picking up the flower basket.

  "Thank you." I say walking back down the hall.

I grab my ear buds and put them in my ears, The Fray. As I'm walking i feel as if I'm in a movie, and that this is my theme song.

A tap on my shoulder halts me from my movie-like ways.

  "I'm sorry to disturb you, but are you Harry Styles?" I really don't have time for this.

  "Yes?"

  "I'm terribly sorry for your loss." She says tears falling from her eyes. I stand her confused.

  "Uhm... thank you? Can i ask why you are apologizing?"

  "Oh denial is a terrible thing to have at this time." She shakes her head touching my shoulder. "Your baby's death, how your wife had lost your baby."

The fuck?

  "I think you are mistaken I don't have a wife, nor was the girl i love pregnant." I tell this crazy nurse.

  "Cam is your girlfriend then right?"  I nod but it isn't true. "Well she had a miscarriage the night she came." I run my hands through my hair. "You knew this right?" She gasps. "I mean you were the father."

I shake my head. "N-No i had no idea, sh-she never told me." I squint at the floor in confusion.

  "I'm sorry that you had to find out this way." She says touching my arm now.

I was going to be a father to one of Cam's children. Cam had a miscarriage, she lost a baby...my baby-our baby. I-I can't think straight, my mind is already messed up, adding this isn't helping.

  "Can I do or get you anything?" She sniffles asking me.

  "No." I say through my teeth, running down the hall.

                     Cam's P.O.V:
  "Mommy?" I say quietly. She looks up from Romeo to me.

  "Camila." She says getting up and walking to me. She stops when we are inches away, I run up to her hugging her tightly. "Triste, muy triste." (sorry, so sorry). She cries into my hair, and i into her shoulder.

  "Me too." I cry back.

  "I'll leave you two. Look at this mother, daughter moment." Romeo says in a high-pitch girly voice, walking away. Mom and I laugh.

  "He's crazy." She laughs rolling her eyes, wiping them. I laugh. "So how are you, are you alright?" She asks looking at my arms.

  "Yes mom I'm fine physically, now mentally not so much." I wipe tears, as she nods.

"It hurts mommy." I sob loudly as we sit on the bench behind us. "It was just a baby! Why did they have to go, I would've rather have went instead of her or him."

  "Camila... I-I don't know what to tell you, all I can tell you is-is that this was meant for a reason." She pauses. "A-A reason that is unknown and is not welcomed."