Forever and Always (Sequel to Nothing More, Nothing Less)

Chapter 71

THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR.....

FIVE MONTHS LATER

           

                        Harry and I were sitting on the couch watching TV like any other normal day. His arm was draped around my shoulders and I had my head rested on his shoulder. It was really sweet and just something the two of us did every day.

            The past few months have been okay, actually, better than I expected. I was just trying to mentally and physically prepare myself for what was to come for me. Each day that passed made me more and more nervous. I didn’t know whether or not the new day would be the day I would give birth.

            Today was the same as any other. Only this time, I felt something in my belly that made me sit up. Oh god. I looked over at Harry, my eyes wide.

            “What?” he asked, worriedly.

            “We need to go. Now.”

            Harry jumped up from the couch and helped me up. I could definitely feel it. I was going into labor.

            The entire ride there, Harry was calling our regular group to tell them to get to the hospital.

            “DRIVE FASTER!” I practically screamed as Harry tried to go as fast as he could down the many different streets without getting pulled over.

            “Shh… shh…” Harry tried to soothe me as I tried breathing normally. I could feel sweat forming on my brow.

            “Harry!” I whimpered, his hand holding mine. I threw my head back on the seat, “Oh my god!”

            “Its okay, it’s okay,” Harry said nervously rubbing the back of my hand. He breathed deeply in and out as if to show me how to breathe correctly.

             We finally arrived at the hospital and I was rushed inside and before I knew it was in a hospital bed. I didn’t expect it to be this bad, but it was. Even worse. But Harry was right there next to me and he promised he wouldn’t leave. I trusted him with that.

HARRY’S P.O.V.

            “THIS IS ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT HARRY STYLES!” Maya screamed at me as I sat in the seat next to the bed she was lying in. She’d been screaming at me for two hours now. I could only hold her hand though, as she squeezed the life out of it.

            “I know Maya,” I whispered, “I’m sorry.” I put both my hands over hers and kissed it multiple times, not calming her down whatsoever.

            “YOU SHOULD BE SORRY HARRY!” Maya breathed heavily and I wished I could do something to help stop her pain, but I couldn’t. She had been in labor for two hours now and I could only sit here next to her.

            “Shh… I’m sorry Maya… I’m sorry…” I pulled some hair behind her ear and she squeezed her eyes shut tight. I looked over at the nurses in the room who were doing whatever they could to prepare for our children’s arrival. I looked down at Maya’s hand that was holding mine in a death grip. Her knuckles were completely white and my hand was red.

            I bit the inside of my lip and Maya started screaming again.

            “HARRY, WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?!”