Wistful Paradise / H.S. [COMPLETE]

Two

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Florence

Having to tell Harry I was pregnant was probably the hardest thing to do in my life. I had imagined the first time I got pregnant I would be happy and above all, ready. But actually I'm scared to death.

I still feel like I fucked up. Like this is all my fault even when Harry's continuously telling me I'm not at fault.

When I woke up the morning after I cried into Harry's chest for hours, I made a doctors appointment right away. So now the two of us are anxiously sitting on those uncomfortable chairs every single hospital has. Curious eyes fixed on us and I hate the fact that, even in a private hospital, people still stare at Harry and I like we're deers, ready to be hunted after.

Harry was holding my hand, both of our hands were probably numb from the squeezing we seemed to uphold because let's face it: we are not ready to be parents.

I keep telling myself that everything will be okay in the end but it won't. I can feel it that I will fuck up. I know Harry will be a great father, I know him and I've seen him with children, but I can't. I get scared whenever I even phantom the thought of holding a little kid in my arms. I'm terrified to watch them fall in front of me and burst their knee open. I don't want to watch them get their first heartbreak.

"You alright?" Harry nudged, whispering the words. His head was slightly turned to me and he looked uneasy between me and the empty waiting room. I nodded softly, not wanting to lie but I couldn't help it.

I took his hand, releasing it from my grip and staring at his rings. I stared proudly at his wedding band and fiddled with the rose ring I gave him for his birthday. There used to be a time where Harry felt homesick and he made it his mission to get me a bouquet of roses every week. When I asked him why, he told me that the smell of roses made him think of the perfume I wore every day and he wanted to let me know that he was thinking of me as well. I gave him the rose ring in return, so he could think of me as well while he was away.

He never took it off.

"Mr and Ms Styles?" A woman called out, looking to be in her mid-forties. The two of us nodded, I watched how my precious husband stood up and turned to face me. He saw the expression on my face and he mustered the smallest, encouraging smile.

But he couldn't fool me.

I can ready Harry like a book and I know he is just as scared as I am. He holds out his hand for me to take and I took it, lifting myself up from the chair with ease. I almost laughed at the thought that in a few months I would surely need Harry's hand to help me stand up.

We followed the lady into a room and I was perplexed by all the instruments in the room. "Hi, Mr and Ms Styles. I am Doctor Paulsen, please have a seat," Her smile was easy and excited and it made Harry relax as well.