Surrender

Chapter Thirty Four

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CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

I scoot over to where Harry is fast asleep and shake his shoulder gently, his head flopping back and forth limply. 

"Harry," I say in a forced gentle type of way, shaking his shoulder more vigorously, "Harry, sweetie, wake up." He stirs, a small moan slipping through his lips and then his eyes flutter open, his head rolling groggily to the side. He looks up at me, blinking against his exhaustion. 

"What?" He mumbles, still half asleep, and then he sits upright, his eyes wide and alert, worry all over his face, "Is it Layla? Is she okay? Did she have the baby?" He asks all in one breath, looking back and forth between Louis and I. He's breathing is getting heavier and I can almost feel his anxiety on my skin. 

"Take a deep breath," I tell him, rubbing his flushed cheek, "She did deliver the baby, she's alright, everything is fine," I slip off his bandana, now completely tangled in his hair, and push the strays away from his forehead, "But the baby was two months early..." I say slowly, making sure he hears me and doesn't get flustered again. His eyes are still wide and the fear in them hasn't faltered. 

"So...I mean...do they...know?" He asks in a timid voice. He's clearly tip toeing around the real question, I would be too if I were in his shoes. 

"The baby was born premature, it's very weak and very unstable so until it's stronger they're holding off on a paternity test, performed at Layla's request." If Layla was still unsure about who the father of her child is, then that means there's a 50/50 chance it's Harry's, and that thought breaks my heart. Louis was right, he isn't ready. His face slowly drains its color and he sits back against the chair again, looking off into the distance with a blank expression on his face. 

"How long do we have to wait?" He asks in a dull voice, not looking at either of us. 

"As long as we have to." Louis says, still standing in front of us. He looks exactly how I feel; drained. He rubs his eyes and then takes a deep breath, squaring his shoulders to wake himself up a little. 

"I'm going to go check on that coffee, I'll be right back." He gives me a look that seems to say, "keep an eye on Harry" and turns away. 

"Don't worry about getting me any, I'm fine for now." I call to him, still feeling nauseous from before. Plus, doesn't drinking coffee while your pregnant give your baby two heads? No, no, I can't think like that. If I am pregnant I won't be keeping it, there's no way. He nods and then shuffles down the hallway, round the corner and disappears. I exhale and sit back in the chair, the world weighing heavily on every inch of my body. 

"I always wanted to be a Father," Harry says next to me, his voice barely above a whisper, "I want 5 or 6 kids, but not like this. It's supposed to happen with someone you love more than anything in this entire world, not someone you thought you loved, not a stranger." I look over at him and see a tear roll slowly down his cheek and drip off of his chin. He's right. If you want what they call "the whole package" then you should do it right, with someone you can trust, someone you will always be in love with. But you can't raise a child solely on love, it doesn't always work out that way. You have to want to be a parent, and the fact of the matter is; Harry doesn't want to be a father now and I sure as hell don't want to be a mother for a very long time.