You Make It Real (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction) {EDITING}

Chapter 75 (warning: depression triggers)

PIPER’S P.O.V.

My mom and Anne hadn’t left my side since Harry left. I was in a much better mood now that I knew Harry would come back. It obviously still made me nervous that he hadn’t yet; but, I was relieved nonetheless. I was glad he was thinking; the thing was, I didn’t know what he was thinking. He could’ve thought about it all and still decided that us having a baby together was a bad idea.

“You know, Piper,” my mom held my hand in hers, “We need to get you to a doctor as soon as we’re home. We should also look into non-drug related methods of dealing with anxiety. I’m sure Dr. Edwards will be able to help with that.”

I nodded, honestly feeling my anxiety skyrocket at just the mention of not taking meds. Sure, I had been able to forgo them earlier; but, there was surely going to be more stressful situations in the next nine months that distractions just wouldn’t work for. She was right, though; I couldn’t imagine hurting Harry’s and my baby.

Before she could stress me out with more talk of doctor’s visits and my mental problems, there was a soft knock on the door.

“Who is it?”

Anne stood up as I asked the question, kissing the side of my head before walking toward the door.

“It’s me,” Harry’s voice was muffled, but it was definitely him.

Anne opened the door and revealed my shivering boyfriend. Mom stood up as well, hugging me and following Harry’s mom out of our room. I didn’t say anything, but I scooted over and pulled the covers down next to me for Harry to climb in. He did so gladly after kicking off his shoes, cuddling his freezing body up to mine.

“Where the hell were you? You’re cold as ice!”

He chuckled and pulled my body close to his, “Was on the roof.”

I nodded my head and wrapped his huge hands in mine the best I could, rubbing them together to create some heat.

“Piper,” he sat up, still letting me warm his hands, “I have a lot to say, but I should start with sorry. I’m sorry I left like that. I’m sorry I freaked out a little and didn’t talk to you before panicking. I’m sorry if I caused you any anxiety or grief. And lastly; but, most importantly,” one cold hand moved to my stomach, rubbing gently over my shirt, “I’m sorry for not showing how truly excited and thrilled I am to have a child with you.”

Even though I still wanted to discuss his coping tactics, I couldn’t bear to be angry with him anymore. With something so beautiful happening, there was no way I could have done anything but smile. I cried as well, of course, but mainly smiled.

“Now, about the way I acted-“

“Harry,” I stopped his speech prematurely, sitting up and resting my head on his shoulder, “Your mom told me that it’s your way of handling things- you need alone time to think. That’s fine and all, just try to talk to me first next time, yeah?”

Harry smiled widely and pressed his lips to mine, “Of course, sweetheart. I’m going to have to make a lot of changes; but, I’m okay with that.”

We sat in silence for a while, both thinking peacefully for the first time that day. It had already been hectic and it wasn’t even noon.

“Harry,” I interrupted the silence once it became eerie, “We’re going to have a baby.”

He practically giggled and pulled my body toward his until I was seated between his legs, “I can’t wait.”

“What are we going to do, though? Like with us living in two different countries; Jesus, I’m still in school and you’re always touring. I- What are we going to do?”