Harry Styles-Wilson: Hockey Husband [Sequel to Harry Who?] (Completed)

Harry and Ellie Get an Answer

Harry sat backstage at Madison Square Garden in his dressing room, trying (but failing) to focus on his upcoming show. Beside him, Ellie was somehow much more calm.

"That's it - it's been 24 hours, and we haven't heard the results. I'm calling Jeff." Harry jumped out of his seat and quickly paced.

"I don't really think Jeff can help..." Ellie rebutted, and Harry sat down next to her again.

How can you possibly be so calm right now?" He asked, wishing he could borrow some of that calmness.

Ellie shrugged. "We're going to find out one way or another eventually."

"True, but..." Harry shook his head restlessly and ran his fingers through his hair. "But that one positive test is driving me crazy."

"It was just one pregnancy test, don't get your hopes up," Ellie cautioned, though she knew Harry was well beyond that point.

"That's impossible, and you know it." He half smiled, then went back to nervously tapping his foot.

"Do you want me to call the team doctor again to see if she's heard anything?" Ellie asked and pulled out her phone, knowing Harry's answer.

"Please," he answered.

"Harry, it's time," the stage manager notified him.

"Just five more minutes," he pleaded.

"That's what you said five minutes ago..." The stage manager cocked her head doubtfully. "You have thousands of fans out there waiting for you -they've started chanting your name- you can't let them wait any longer."

"Just say we're having technical difficulties or something," Harry suggested, and turned back to Ellie as she called her doctor.

"Hi, it's Ellie and Harry, again," Ellie started when the call went to voicemail (again). "Just wondering if you'd heard anything from the lab. Anyway, thanks for doing this, we're anxious-"

"-very anxious," Harry interjected.

"-to find out the results." Ellie concluded and discontinued the call. "See? She hasn't gotten the results yet. If she did, she would have called us."

"But she's not answering her phone, what if something happened to her? Maybe she lost her phone?"

"Harry, it's okay, I'm sure she's fine." Ellie tried to reassure him, but could tell she wasn't having much effect.

"Okay." Harry reluctantly agreed.

"So, you're ready to start the show now?" The stage manager asked.

Harry thought for a moment before biting his lips and nodding slowly. "Okay."

"Don't worry about this; just go out there and be awesome, as always." Ellie patted him on the back.

"If she calls you, let me know immediately, okay?" He instructed.

"I'm not going to interrupted your show," Ellie shook her head. "It's not a life or death situation."

"But it is! It's life -it's our child- there's nothing more important than that." Harry held her hand in his own and looked her in the eye.

"Harry, you need to get on stage," the stage manager instructed, and this time Harry listened. He gave Ellie a kiss goodbye before heading out onto stage with his band.

Ellie waited off stage where Harry could see her, and kept her phone in her hand in case she got the call. While Harry was caught up in an enthusiastic performance of 'Kiwi' Ellie's phone rang. She rushed back stage to answer it, hoping Harry wouldn't notice she was gone.