Blind date (Larry Stylinson) {Completed!}

63.

I apologize for any mistakes

~enjoy <3

"Is it alive?!" Harry jumped up from his seat as the nurse exits Louis' hospital room with blood on her scrubs.

"We have removed the baby, Mr. Styles." The nurse informs. "It might not make it, I'm sorry."

Harry's heart drops to his stomach. It was one in the morning when he had gotten a call that Louis' body had responded but negatively.

He had a seizure.

Harry called his mother and begged her to watch Sage overnight. He didn't want to wake his baby boy from his peaceful sleep. Thankfully Anne agreed and was quick to show up at his house.

"Fuck..." Harry sighs deeply.

The nurse apologized to him one last time before going back in the hospital room. They had to remove the baby from Louis' stomach, if the baby baked longer it would've died causing a miscarriage.

Harry didn't understand how that could kill the baby but the doctors were doing their job while Harry broke into pieces. Two hours later, doctor Greg exits Louis' room. He gives Harry a small smile.

"Congratulations, you have a baby boy." He says.

Harry wanted to be happy but he couldn't.

"We stitched Louis up and made sure he was good. The c-section was successful." Doctor Greg informs quietly. Harry stared blankly at the white wall, praying in his head.

"Will they die?"

The doctor was quick to shake his head. "We might have to pull the plug, Harry. Louis isn't waking up and the way his body is responding is not-"

Harry leans down into his arms, weeping. His lover was dying and Harry couldn't handle hearing anymore words coming from doctor Greg's mouth. Louis was his everything. Louis was his sun. His home. And so much more.

"Give it some time more time, please? We have to have some hope." Harry sniffles.

Doctor Greg leans his back on the wall and nodded his head. "I'll see what I can do, son." Harry continues to cry in his arms, the doctor went back to work with his shoulders heavy.

Hours went by, Harry watched as the sun rises and the clouds cast over the bright star as the hours go by. It was now twelve in the afternoon.

"Do you want to meet your son?" Doctor Greg questions. Harry looks up at the doctor and nods his head slowly. He follows the doctor to a room he hasn't seen before. The lights were dimmed to a soft yellow-orange color. Harry stops in his tracks when he sees a small object in a plastic container.

"Come." Doctor Greg waves him over.

Harry steps forward until he was close enough. He gasps when he sees how tiny his son was. The baby had wires on him and a small hat.

"Your baby boy was born at thirty weeks. March first, at three twenty seven in the morning. He's a fighter. No need to worry. Babies who are born around thirty weeks have a ninety eight percent chance of surviving." Doctor Greg informs.

Harry lets out a breath he didn't know he held in. He was grateful to hear the good news, he couldn't take anymore bad news.

"How long will he stay here?" Harry questions.

"Two weeks. We need to monitor him and his health. He will most likely be fine but we have to be positive about it." He answers. "Congratulations."

Harry ignores him though, staring down at his son who moved his tiny fingers and arms around slowly. He didn't know how to feel because Louis wasn't there to witness it.

"What will happen when Louis wakes up?" Harry's voice cracked.

Doctor Greg gives him a look. "The head trauma was pretty bad. Not to be on the negative side, but I would predict that he lost some memory." He says.

Harry didn't say anything back in response. He exits the room and goes back to his original spot, outside of Louis' hospital room. The curly haired man prayed for his lover to wake up soon. He didn't know how to feel when he first saw his son, there was no emotion.

Harry stayed until he decided he was ready to go back home, on the way out he was informed that doctor Greg will keep him updated on what happens to both Louis and his son.

"You will be so old!" Joseph teases his older sister. Darcy giggles and throws the finger puppet in Joesph's direction.

"Just seventeen." She shrugs. It was two weeks later, the siblings were talking about how Darcy's birthday was coming up soon.

During the past three months things have been getting lighter around the house. Noah came home early from work and made sure that his younger siblings weren't hurt by Jake. The man barely came to the house, his whereabouts unknown along with Carly and her sons.

"I miss Harry." Joesph says suddenly.

"I do too, J." Darcy replies.

The two continue to play and interact until Noah came home with some snacks. The three of them eat and fall asleep afterwards.

The weekend passed by quickly. Darcy woke up early to get Joesph and herself ready to go to school. After the teen walks Joesph to school, she runs to hers. Darcy hurries to her class before the bell rings. She didn't make it on time but when she walks in the classroom, she was immediately sent outside and was told to go to the front office by her teacher.

The teenager rolls her eyes as she heads for the front office. "Hey Mrs. Blake." Darcy greeted the lady at the front desk.

"Hi honey. This call of for you." She handed Darcy the school phone. Darcy furrows her eyebrows, wondering who was calling.

"Hello?"

"This is Darcy speaking. Who is this?" Darcy spoke. She looked down at her wrist, the cuts were slowly starting to heal but not entirely.

"Hi my sweet girl. I'm on my way to pick you up, yeah?" A thick Irish accent said on the other line.

Darcy immediately looses her breath for a second, finally hearing a voice she recognizes; a voice she she hasn't heard in months. It sounded like music to Darcy's ears.

"Uncle Ni? You're coming? Oh god." Darcy cried with happy tears.

"Yes and we have a lot of catching up to do. I'll be on my way soon. Bye, I love you." Niall dismisses.

Darcy's heart breaks, already thinking the worst. She wondered what was going on and why he was going to pick her up. The two say their goodbyes and the teenage girl sits down to wait for her uncle.

After a few minutes, they exit the school. Darcy immediately jumps onto Niall, hugging him tightly. "I miss you so much please don't ever leave me.." she whimpers.

Niall hugs his niece back. "Why didn't you answer any of my calls-"

"I will explain everything, please let me enjoy this moment of peace." Darcy exclaims.

Niall let the teenager have her moment.

A/N
I really need hugs rn, im sorry.