From Buitron to Styles

Chapter 25..Visiting

(Jacqueline's P.O.V.)

Liam. Niall. Zayn. Louis. Blurry images, they stood in front of me as I blinked my eyes three times awakening from my sleep. "She's awake!" Liam screamed loudly, jumping from his chair and running to my bed side. "Shhh." Zayn said "Don't scream mate" He added. I smiled at him "Its okay." I said as Liam climbed into the bed with me. "I'm sorry. So sorry." Liam said as he wrapped his arms around me. I wrapped my arms around him, kissing his cheek "Thanks babe." I whispered into his ear. "How are you feeling?" He asked me with a frown upon his face. "Okay." I replied, staring down at my stomach, which still had a small bump. Liam's eyes followed mine down to my belly, his face saddened and I saw his eyes water. I ran my hands through his hair "Don't cry." I said. He weakly smiled at me. "Harry?" I questioned, while looking around the room. "He went to go get some food from the cafeteria." Louis spoke up from his chair, his eyes glued to his phone. I nodded my head and looked over at Niall who was intensely watching me. He awkwardly shifted his eyes away from his glare, I frowned. Harry had walked back into the room, placing the boys orders on their laps. "Babe you were sleeping so I just got you pancakes." I smiled and kissed his cheek, beginning to frown. Liam hopped off my bed and walked back to his chair. Harry knelt down beside my bed "What's wrong?" He cooed in my ear, while rubbing my cheek with his thumb. I softly shook my head and let a tear escape my eye, sliding down my plump cheeks. Harry wiped it away and once again asked me what was wrong. "Pancakes." I stated, a lot more louder than I thought I had. All the boys heads turned to me, Niall I found funny. His confused expression, while his cheeks full like a squirrel. I weakly smiled at Niall, he blushed. All the boys saw my tears, they stood up and walked out of the room. "What about them?" Harry asked me, more confused than ever. "That was the night I suspected I was pregnant and the next day, I found out I was." I said as I let more tears fall, Harry wiped them. He placed his hands on his forehead and let out a sigh, looking at the floor. "I know this is going to be hard for b-" Harry began, but I cut him off. "But we'll make it through. She wants us to be happy." I finished off for him, he nodded his head, planting a kiss on my forehead. I bit my bottom lip, I hadn't had sex in a long time, nor did I have the urge for it, but suddenly I did. Harry looked into my eyes and smiled that seductive smile, he knew what I wanted. The pain medication the doctors had gave me made the pain go away, but not completely, which made it bearable. Still trying to be careful with my stomach and the big scar now stitched across it, I ran my hand down Harry's arm, reaching his hand, I pulled him onto the bed with me. I shifted my body so I was laying on my side, which Harry was too. I crashed my lips against his, slipping my tongue into his mouth. "Easy tiger." Harry jokingly teased, laughing as he pulled away a little bit. I smiled and pushed his head back, meeting my lips to his. I slid my hands up his 'hipster please' shirt and massaged my hands on his abs. He bit his bottom lip, I knew that was his weak spot for me. Getting revenge he slid his hand up my night gown the hospital had gave me to wear, softly dragging his finger tips up my thigh, skipping my sore belly and reaching my boobs, he massaged them. His touch sent tingles down my spine. I let my head fall back, biting my bottom lip. He took his chance and moved his lips along my neck, sucking on it. I let out a soft moan, I felt him grin against my neck, I think he reached his goal. He placed his hands on my thighs and slowly moved them in word. I bit on my bottom lip harder than ever. "Ugh hum." A woman's sound broke through the doorway. I looked over finding my mom and dad intently watching us. I felt my face burn red, Harry's hands remained placed on my underwear. I grabbed his hands and moved them, it was just awkward knowing my parents watched me and Harry, ruined my moment. I looked over at Harry and gave him a sympathetic look. He knew I was embarrassed, he tried smoothing it out. He pulled my night gown down, pulling my blanket over me and kissing my forehead, he got off the bed and sat in a chair beside me, grabbing my hand. He rubbed circles onto my palm and I nodded toward my parents. They walked in scoffing and rolling there eyes. "I didn't tell you to watch me, you could have said something earlier. I have a life and I love him, that's what happens" I said rudely, not caring, Harry squeezed my hand tighter. "We came here to check on you but I guess your not done being a whore. You're not pregnant anymore but you're right back working on it..huh?" My sister spoke up from the other side of the room. My parents chuckled. I got so angry, I kicked the blanket off of me, as sore as I was, I wanted to punch her, she had no right! How could she? I thought she loved me? Why was she calling me such a cruel word? I stood to my feet and clutched my stomach, the pain was back. Harry quickly stood to his feet and embraced me into his arms. "Don't do it, you're better than them." He whispered into my ear. I let my tears fall, one after one. "Leave." Harry said, not rudely but not nicely. "What?" My mom questioned him. "Did I stutter? I don't think so. Leave!" He said, this time rudely. My parents scoffed and started to leave. "Please." I said with a grin on my face. He smirked and let go of his grip on me. My parents stopped in the doorway "It was meant to die." My dad coldly stated, like he didn't even have a heart. I stopped in my tracks and my legs felt shaky, like I could drop to the floor any second. I wouldn't let them win. Harry walked up beside me "If you say another word, I swear. Leave now! Or I will have a restraining order against you. That's a promise sir." He screamed, the boys rushed up behind my family with empty expressions, watching. I walked up and slapped my sister across the face "You are such a bitch. You deserve a lot more than that, but I have control and feelings, something you don't." I muttered through my gritted teeth. My sister held her face, letting tears spill. "I guess you know how I feel maybe?" I sarcastically questioned. My parents gasped as well as the boys. My mom grabbed my sisters hand and they walked out. I turned to Harry and smirked. We high fived each other and he brought me into a hug. "What happened?" Zayn questioned, walking into the room. "Whatever happened is over now. Forever." I said, smiling. Liam ran over to me and pulled me away from Harry, into his arms. "Your okay though? That's all that matters." I nodded and snuggled my head against his chest. I heard Harry telling the boys what happened. "I'm sorry. They aren't worth it. I promise." Liam spoke into my ear. I smiled and kissed his cheek climbing back into the uncomfortable hospital bed. "What about those pancakes?" I asked Harry, laughing while looking around the room. I found them on the floor. Someone had stepped in them, none of the boys, which meant only my family, I chuckled. Harry picked them up and went to get me new pancakes. Oh how I loved him. I got on my phone which remained with 69% battery. Which reminded me of the day Harry posted that picture on twitter of his percentage of 69%. I screenshot it, my screensaver was a picture of Harry and I. I posted it to twitter and added @Harry_Styles. I laughed as I posted it, I saw trending was #R.I.P.Hazzasbaby. How had people known? I swear directioners were better at finding out information about their boys than the FBI! I scrolled through fans tweets to which they had sent me. Surprisingly I hadn't gotten as much hate as Danielle. Of course I had a few here and there, but I always ignore it and blow it off, but I had never gotten death threats which must have been scary for Danielle. I hadn't met her but she seemed really nice. I replied to all the "sorrys" on twitter and saw Harry had replied to my photo. "Lol, I'm coming up with your pancakes." I smiled, what a cheeky boy. Harry arrived in the doorway with pancakes, placing them on my lap. After I had finished my pancakes the boys decided to head home but promised they would visit tomorrow. Liam said he'd be here early in the morning, I laughed and agreed, although I didn't want to be up early. I scooted over and let Harry climb into bed beside me. "We'll be back in our bed soon." Harry said, his voice creeping through the dark room.