King Of Hell (Harry Styles) √

King Of Hell - 32:

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Amora's P.O.V:

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"It's so small."

I say in awe, my eyes locked onto the screen, looking at our baby, no bigger than a strawberry. I tear my eyes away from the monitor to look at Harry. His eyes are fixated onto our little baby, already looking like a concerned Father. I smile at the heartwarming sight and take Harry's hand, eventually diverting his attention to me. After a full minute of him just staring at me like he was in a trance, he finally looks at me and a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

"I'd say you are about eight weeks along."

Dr Green says, taking down some measurements from the screen before pushing a few buttons below the monitor. He then stands up and Harry and I look up at him.

"I'm just going to get you the pictures from your ultrasound."

He says before leaving the room, leaving Harry and I alone. When I look at him again, he is already looking at the screen again, his eyes trained onto the small baby. I smile at him again and gently squeeze his hand reassuringly.

"Unexpected, huh?"

I ask him, still in awe myself. He sighs overwhelmingly and I sigh out a small laugh at his flabbergasted state. The door opens again and Dr Green strolls inside, a royal blue binder in his hand. He shuts the door and goes back over to his chair and sits down.

"This is your pregnancy binder. Inside is everything you need to know up until your baby is born. Also, some copies of your ultrasound today."

Dr Green explains and hands the binder over to Harry, who eagerly accepts it. We thank Dr Green and leave his room, both of us silent until we reach our bedroom.

"We're having a baby!"

We both say in unison.

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Gemma, Leerey, Ozworld, Liam, Louis, Niall and Zayn sat around the big dining table, Harry and I having called them here. All eyes are trained onto Harry, curious as to why he had called them here unexpectedly.

"Well, I guess you're all wonderin' why I called ya all 'ere today; let me jus' cut ta the chase an' tell ya all tha' Amora is pregnant."

Before anyone at the table could react, a soilder bursts into the dining room, eyes wide and panting heavily.

"M-My King! Ron has been found."

My eyes widen and I shoot up from my seat, Harry and Ozworld following suit.

"He's been taken to the dungeons."

Is all the soilder has to say before I'm taking off for the dungeons, Harry and Ozworld hot on my heels.

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He had dyed his hair from dark brown to blood red, trying to disguise himself and avoid capture. His black framed glasses were not resting on his nose like usual, rendering his sight 10% weaker. He had on his usual green and black plaid shirt, deep blue jeans and green Converse. What disgusted me the most is the gold wedding band still on his finger, only angering me further.

"You murder my Mother and dare keep that ring on your finger."

If looks could kill, he'd be dead ten times over. I glare daggers at him and he actually shrinks back against himself.

"You're dead in 24 hours. Make them count. Tick tock."

I snap at him and storm away, Harry and Ozworld rushing after me, trying to console me.

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