Just a Fan. ♥

Scare

You smelt the god awful scent of alcohol and latex. You felt the needles in your arm and the clip on your finger tracing your heartbeat, but something was different. There wasn't one heart beat, but two.

Your eyes fluttered open. You looked around scanning for anyone else; you immediately felt a warm hand grab yours. You looked over; it was Anne.

Anne: Babe! Are you okay?

You: Yeah... what happened? Is the baby okay?!

You saw the tears fall from her face; but she wasn't sad, she was smiling through them. She handed you a picture. You took a good look at it; it was an ultra sound of your stomach. You felt the tears roll down your face. It was your baby, yours.

She laughed wiping away the tears.

Anne: You were overly stressed, it caused your heart rate to increase and put too much stress on the baby.

You sat forward and sat criss cross while you’re rubbed your stomach sobbing... Anne rubbed your back until you both flinched to the door opening. You looked over and seeing Harry's face made everything okay. He ran over to you hugging you and kissing you on the forehead. You heard him sobbing quietly.

He sniffled: I'm so sorry.... This is all my fault.

You: No it's not... What about the concert?

Harry: I told the boys they would have to do without me tonight.

You: Harry you shouldn't ha...

Harry: No, I shouldn't have left.

You: You had to Harry.

Harry: No I didn't.

You held his face: its okay... Our baby is fine.

Anne cleared her throat getting both yours and Harry's attention.

Harry: What is it mum?

Anne: Look at the photograph again?

You eyebrows moved towards each other.

You: What are you talking about Anne?

You looked down at the ultrasound.

You: There's its hand, then its other hand. Then.....

You looked at it closer: Another hand...?

Harry took the picture from you: 4 feet.

You took a deep breath and fell backwards on your back.

You: Twins....?

You saw Harry smile, and tears fill his eyes.

Harry: Yeah!

He got on the bed and put his arm on you back of your neck you could lean back. He pulled you close as you looked at photograph. All three of you sat there in silence as Harry and you looked at the photograph. Anne checked her watch.

Anne: Harry how long are you staying?

Harry: As long as I need to.

Anne: Well I have to go pick your sister up from the airport.

Harry: Gemma? Where was she?

Anne: She was in Ireland for a few days.... Work stuff.

Harry: Is she going to come by?

Anne: I think that's the plan!

You saw Harry's face light up; he rubbed your stomach and talked in a baby voice.