Saving You Tonight

Lovable

A/N: Hey! I’m sorry the last chapter sucked, but this one is better, I promise. It’s short, but it’s better. Just saying, in case you don’t know, it would mean a lot to me if you guys read my story, “There For You”. It’s a Zayn story. Okay, I hope you’ll like this. Stay beautiful and enjoy, Goblins!

Harry’s POV

All of Jillian’s stuff was finally unpacked. We were just cleaning everything and what not. I felt happy that Jillian was officially starting a new chapter in her life. She was done with Finny, a new place and 5 people she could now go to for anything. Now, all we had to do was start preparing for the baby.

Jill was a month into her pregnancy, and I wanted to at least get some stuff we would need to raise a baby and get some baby books before her second trimester. We had to... wait, we? I know I would help her with the baby, but why did I feel so protective of it? Almost as if it was mine? Okay, this needed to stop. I definitely had some type of feelings for Jill and I couldn’t keep them in. Later on, she would be too stressed with the baby coming and when it came... forget about it. I had to tell her now, when we were in a good place already. Sometimes we would look at each other, and something would lighten up inside me, but then she would look away. She definitely thought or felt SOMETHING or else we would never have a moment.

Jillian’s POV

Lately, the atmosphere between me and Harry has gotten thicker. I couldn’t live knowing that I felt something for him, while I had to start preparing for the baby. If I didn’t say anything now, I wouldn’t get the chance later. Harry would be a good dad, and if I just sat here, he wouldn’t be able to show that.

I left and knocked on the door of Harry’s flat. But, before I finished, he opened to door.

“We need to talk.” We said at the same time. We both were surprised, as I walked in. He closed the door behind him and began to talk.

“Jilly Bean.” He started, as we both sat down. “I really do care about you. That’s one of the reasons I helped you through all of this.”

“I know.” I responded. “I think we both know that there’s more to us. Harry, I think you’d be a really good dad.” His face lit up.

“You do?”

“Of course I do. You love kids and you care about me. I know you’ll care about my baby. “

“I will.” We both paused for a minute. “Jillian?”

“Yeah?” He sighed and looked me in the eyes.

“I love you.” The world froze. Harry loves me? I don’t know if I love him. I definitely had feelings, but I didn’t know how deep they went, whether or not they were enough. I opened my mouth to say something, but he stopped me. “Don’t say or do anything you don’t really mean. I didn’t tell you I love you to be my girlfriend or to say it back. I just told you how I feel.” He smiled softly and kissed my cheek. Everything with him suddenly became easy.

“I don’t care why you said it. I love you, too.” Just like that, it slipped out. It took me a couple of seconds to believe I said it, but it took me no time at all to know I meant it. Before I knew it, we were kissing. Not frenching or passionately snogging, just softly, honestly kissing. The type that was slow yet meaningful, and romantic yet sensual. As we separated, we both smiled. “What if I told you, I want to be you’re girlfriend?”

“What if you told me? What would I do besides telling you I want to be your boyfriend and a dad to your baby?” Just like that, we were together; something I feel like was long delayed.

3 Months Later

The last few months have been complete bliss. Me and Harry started a parenting class, read a few baby books, got a few things we would need and our relationship was perfect. Even though he had to be in the studio, more and more, we were doing okay.

We were at the clinic. It was our second ultrasound and today we were supposed to find out the sex of the baby, I was excited. I wanted a girl so bad. I only have a younger brother and a cousin like a sister. I’ve always wanted another girl in the family; I’ve always wanted a daughter. But, for some reason, I feel like I could be good with a baby boy, too. I’ve always gotten along better with guy friends then girlfriends.

“Hoffman, Jillian.” The nurse came out and said. Harry and I both walked in.

“Excited?” He asked me, as I sat down.

“Oh God, yes!” I said chuckled. “Do you want a girl or a boy?”

“I think I want a girl. So I can protect her more.”

“I’m alright with both, but I think I want a girl, too.” Just then, the doctor walked in.

“Hello, Jillian.” Dr. Cheshire said, walking in. “Harry.” She shook his hand.  “Alright, let’s do this. Jillian, lay down and pull your shirt up.” I did as instructed and breathed in as she put the cold gel on me. I felt the familiar cold feeling, and grew more excited. Harry softly took my hand into his. She turned on the screen and set everything up. “Alright, there’s the head.” She said pointing at the screen, as she moved the ultrasound pen around my stomach, which wasn’t as big as I thought it would be at 4 months. Apparently, it WAS different for everybody. “Okay, I have some news. It looks like it’s a girl.”

“Yes!” Harry said right after. “I mean, great. A girl is great.” We both laughed. Oh, Harry.  

“I’m so happy.” I said, stating the obvious.

“Did you both want a girl?” Dr. Cheshire asked. We both nodded. We observed the screen, looking at the baby. I don’t think anybody understands what it feels like to be in an ultrasound. You can be in the same room, but unless it’s your stomach that the little miracle is in, you don’t understand how amazing it feels to know what beauty is within you. The fact that that beauty will one day be in a stroller and it’ll one day call you mommy and hopefully make you proud. 

I almost cried.

“We have to start thinking of names.” I said after the appointment, in my flat.

“Yeah we do.” He said. “We’ll come up with them soon.” Just then, he got a text. “Oh, Jilly Bean, Simon says I got to go the studio ASAP. Sorry, but I have to go.”

“It’s fine.” He pecked me. “I’ll text you with any name ideas.”

“Alright, bye.” He spoke while hugging me.

“Okay, bye, babe.” He pecked me once more then left.

While he was gone, my mind wondered while I just did random stuff. Suddenly, I thought of the sister I was supposed to have. A couple years ago, my mother had a miscarriage with the baby girl. I started to tear up. Her name was picked out and everything. Annabelle. That was supposed to be her name. It was Latin for lovable. Annabelle... that’s what I would name my baby. Annabelle.