Forever And Always - A Harry Styles Fan Fiction

Chapter Thirty One

Harry's POV

Our baby is already one week old, her mum still not awake. She's been in a coma for days, I'm struggling and I'm hurting. I'd do anything to have (Y/N) with me.

I sit beside (Y/N)'s hospital bed every second of ever day, my hand tightly grasping hers. The never ending tears still evident in my eyes. I haven't slept for over a week and the thought of losing (Y/N) completely terrifies me. I look over in the corner, our daughter sleeping sweetly in her basinet, not a clue in the world that her mother is fighting for her life. The tears build up again, the thought of our daughter not growing up with her mum scares the shit out of me. I can't raise a child by myself, (Y/N) promised she'd be here, with me, forever and always. What happened? I just want her back.

"Babe, please wake up. We need you. Me and your beautiful daughter, we need you." I cry "Please, just wake up, surprise us and open those beautiful eyes of yours and show the world your smile again, I can't do this without you (Y/N).... I need you." my head lands on the bed, my tears drenching the sheets, my sobs shaking the bed. "Please (Y/N)! We need you!" I cry in desperation. "I need you" I yell into the sheets, my fist punching the bed in anger and sadness.

My sudden movements clearly wake up the baby as she starts to cry. I race to her side, pulling her little body into my arms.

"Hey baby girl. Don't cry." I coo, looking into my baby's eyes, she looks so much like (Y/N) except she has my curly brown locks. "Come on sweetie, don't cry. Daddy's here." I try to comfort her, cradling her in my arms. I can't help but think that she's crying for her mother. That all she wants is (Y/N),and so do I. I sit back in my seat next to (Y/N)'s bed, the baby still in my arms.

"You know sweetie, when mummy wakes up we're going to give you a pretty name, I promise." (Y/N) and I were supposed to come up with a name but we wanted to do it closer to the birth, thinking it was still over a month away. My poor baby has already lived a whole week and she doesn't have a name and visits her sick mummy in hospital everyday, this wasn't how her life was supposed to start. This wasn't how anything was supposed to go. As I look up from my baby to (Y/N) I see the resemblance between them, bringing a slight smile to my lips.

"I miss you, (Y/N)." I whisper, stroking her hand, looking over her tired, pale face.

"Why did this happen to us? What did we do?" I cry. "You haven't even seen your daughter yet, you haven't even held her. This isn't fair. She needs you. We need you."I plead. I look down at our peaceful daughter, her small mouth yawning and her little eyes fluttering to a close. Out of the corner of my eye i see the boys gathering outside the door, but I ignore them, completely fixed on (Y/N).

"You know, I wrote a song for you when we first started going out," I say weakly, gently taking her hand in mine. "I was always to shy to sing it to you. I was going to sing it to you on our honeymoon, but i guess i never got the chance. It's called Little Things.... I don't know, its just, yeah, I hope you like it." I sniffle, looking over at my gorgeous baby girl asleep in her cot. I begin to sing, my voice is shaky and my eyes start to swell as every single word reminds me of her, but I push through it.

Your hand fits in mine

Like it's made just for me

But bear this in mind

It was meant to be

And I'm joining up the dots

With the freckles on your cheeks

And it all makes sense to me

I know you've never loved

The crinkles by your eyes