Bad Idea (Hariana)

047. YOU ACT LIKE A KID EVEN THOUGH YOU STAND 6'2

BLAIR

I walked my way to the purple couch and got myself one of the half opened water bottles, leaning my hands onto the coffee table in front of me.
I tried calming myself down, because stress and pregnancy certainly do not go together.

My hand suddenly felt so weak, making me drop the water bottle and spill a fair amount of water on myself. I looked down on my shirt and saw the fairly large wet spot above my belly bump. I tried to wipe some of the excess water off of me, but then I felt a larger puddle as I shifted my feet.

I stared down at the floor beneath me. Wet.

At first I thought that I had just spilled more water than I thought, but the distracting pain after it said otherwise. "Fuck!" I moaned out. Looking for my phone, I held support on my back and got my phone from inside of the booth.

I dialed Harry once more, praying that he would finally pick up. "Harry answer me please.." I whispered, my phone held on my ear. I waited for any response, but it was just ring after ring.

I tried calling it once again. My fingers crossed that he would answer, but he didn't. I quickly sent him out a text about my situation, another wave of pain shocking my body. I panicked, unsure of what to do but I decided to call Mikey.

Mostly because he was calm and level-headed, and I needed someone to be there if Harry wasn't going to be. Luckily his home isn't far from the studio. It was now reaching three in the morning, but I pressed the call button anyways and hoped for the best.

After the first ring, he answered the call. "Blair, it's three in the fucking morning what could you possibly—" Mikey groaned before I cut him off with a screen. I had a terribly low pain tolerance, especially when it came to the pains of pregnancy.

"You have to come get me, Mikey. I'm at the studio and my water broke. I think I'm in labor." I said as tears rolled out of my eyes, sitting back down on the floor because of the horrible abdominal pains.

"What do you mean you went into labor?! You're only 6 and a half months along. Are you sure..?!" Mikey panicked. I heard him sit up in his bed and throw the phone somewhere, probably putting on a shirt to come get me.

"Yes, Mikey. I swear to God it's happening. Please, just come. Harry and I got in a fight and he won't answer his phone." I pleaded, my sobs growing louder.

"Fuck him. Alright, I'm on my way."

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Within 7 minutes, Mikey arrived, wearing a mismatched shirt and shorts, looking frantic. I watched from the glass studio door as he got out of his car and ran over to me, flinging open the door.

"Where the fuck is Harry?!" He shouted, running to me. "I don't know where he is, we had a fight and he just left me in the house, so I came here and then my water broke. I tried calling him but he's not answering." I replied, my eyes getting teary.

"We need to go to the hospital now." He said, taking my hand and pulling me out of the studio. "Can we please get my bag first? It's back at the house, but I really need it." I asked Mikey, who instead shook his head.

"No, Blair. We don't have fucking time. You can barely stand. It's a thirty minute drive and if we get there any later the epidural won't have time to work." He reasoned and pulled me down the street, helping me into his car.

I tried calling Harry again as I buckled myself into the passenger seat, but he still wasn't answering. I texted him again, telling him that I am really on labor.

I need Harry with me. I can't do this without him. Mikey quickly pulled away from the studio and drove to the hospital, speeding on the way there.

"You're gonna fucking get us pulled over. I'm not having my daughter in a cop car." I moaned, reclining the passenger seat back to try and relieve my pain.

"Well we can either be safe and get there in thirty minutes, or be a little risky and get their in fifteen. Your choice, Klein." He replied with a smirk.

"Just shut up and go faster." I moaned as he laughed.

I was barely on my 7th month of pregnancy, my baby's going to be premature. I started to cry as the realization set in. My anxiety was stronger than the pain in my stomach.

"Has Harry answered?" Mikey asked me. Even though he didn't mean to upset me, thinking about Harry missing my child's birth didn't help my anxiety.

I shook my head as silent tears fell out of my eyes and onto my shirt, soaking it more. "Call Victoria and Troye. I know they'll drop whatever they're doing and come." Mikey offered with a half smile, rubbing my shoulder as he continued to speed.

I nodded and called Victoria first, then Troye. They both agreed to meet us at the hospital. Mikey and I passed by an exit sign, signaling we were only a few minutes away from the hospital.

"He's acting like a child. Why cant he fucking answer me?!" I yelled as we pulled into the hospital parking lot. Mikey shrugged his shoulders, "I think he'll show up. Who knows?"

The car stopped and Mikey jumped out quickly, rushing to my door and helping me inside. He held his hands around my waist as I moved towards the front entrance, groaning with every step.

"Let's go have this baby."

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