My Baby Daddy || Michael Clifford

Chapter 21

(A.N// Omfg u guyz are awesome! I've got over 2K reads now! Omg. Thank you! Never thought I'd be able to get that many. So thank you, sooooo much! Love y'all.)

*Harley's P.O.V*

"How long till my mum is going to come see me?" I asked impatiently. I've been awake for 5 hours now, no ones come to visit me. It's quite a downer really.

"Oh uhm. I don't know, I'll go check with Dr Blake" Dr Elise said and left the room.

I sighed loudly. I got out of my bed and walked to the locked cupboard where all my belongings were kept from the day of the accident. I took the key from my bedside table and unlocked it. After moments of searching I found my phone. I grabbed it and got back in bed quickly.

After turning the power on my phone immediately went into the settings. It asking me to reset the date, etc. what? I came out of it, ignoring what just popped up and went into my contacts. Only there was none. What? Had my phone been wiped? Shouldn't my contacts be synced to my sim- oh. My contacts were saved to my phone, not to the sim.

Growling in frustration, I quickly downloaded the twitter app. I only had 38% battery. And no charger with me. Greeeaaaattt.

As soon as the app downloaded, I opened it and logged in. I went on Harry's profile, to see when he last tweeted; 5 hours ago. Ugh. He might be creeping though! No no, he's probably not on his phone. I typed in Michael's twitter and went on his profile. He literally just tweeted

@Michael5SOS: #tbt the day when mine and @Harley_Styles babies were born. Ethan on the left, Lex on the right. #ProudDaddyClifford #WeLoveYouMummy.

There was a photo attached to it, of the twins cuddled together. I smiled slightly and screenshot the photo.

I decided to tweet him back, wanting him to know that I'm actually awake.

@Harley_Styles: @Michael5SOS we do make beautiful babies don't we ?! :* xx

I hit 'tweet' and waited for a reply. I instantly got thousands of favourites and also RT's. None of them mattering to me, apart from one reply.

@Michael5SOS: @Harley_Styles HARLEY? OH MY GOD BABY, R U AWAKE? HAS SOME1 HACKED THIS ACC CUZ IT THEY HAV I SWEAR TO GOD...

I chuckled at the tweet.

@Harley_Styles: @Michael5SOS Nope, it's moi. Get ur cute ass the the hospital & come n c me! I'm lonely and I miss u baby:(

I tweeted it, but he didn't reply. I sighed deeply and locked my phone, putting it back on the night stand. Dr Elise walked in and frowned at me.

"They couldn't get through to your mother, Is there anyone else I they can call for you?" She asked sincerely

"Uh ye - no" I shook my head frowning "I have no ones number"

"Oh, I'm sorry. The only number we have is Miss Cox's and she's not answering.... I'll leave you to rest" She left.

I sat on the surprisingly comfortable, hospital bed, staring into space for - I don't even know how long. A long time.

"Harley!" A voice gasped. I looked up and a strangled sob escaped my mouth. "Michael!" I cried. He ran over to me and immediately bringing me Into his chest. Mmmmm he smelt good. Like lynx. I buried my head into his neck, his brown hair tickling at my skin.

"Oh, thank god that you're actually awake. I was so scared, the chances of you surviving was so slim. I was scared that the doctors were going to give up on you - that you'd give up on yourself." He sobbed hysterically. "I love you so much Harley Styles - so much"

"I love you too baby" I cried, holding him tightly. "Your my world, I wouldn't leave you - or Lexi and Ethan. Ever"

"Good"

2 days later

"I can't believe your not telling Harry" Michael shook his head in disbelief

"What?" I asked innocently, changing into a clean set of clothes; Michael's black baggy sweats and his black and white idiot long - sleeved top.

He rolled his eyes at me "You've woken up from a coma, two days ago, yet you haven't let your family know. Now your suddenly going back home. Where he currently it; I was just texting him. Your just gonna spring this on him?"

I stayed silent for a while. Then spoke "Yup" I popped the 'p'.

After a very long drive, we finally got back to Harry's house. Michael got out and got my crutches from the back seat. I broke my ankle. I did also break my wrist but that healed, my ankle, however didn't. So I'm stuck using crutches, and have a fat green cast on my left leg.

Michael locked the car door and walked beside me up to the house. He opened the front door and helped me up the step. I sighed happily, the familiar aroma igniting my nostrils.

"Michael? Is dat you?" We heard Harry yell from upstairs.

"No it's Obama" He yelled back sarcastically, shutting the front door behind him. I tried to contain my giggles, failing miserably as I tried.

"Haha. Come tame your kids down! Help me - MICHAEL!" Michael rolled his eyes and ran upstairs.

I hopped to the living room and plumped down on the couch, putting my feet on Harry's coffee table and watching the TV.

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"Holy shi- sugar!" I heard a loud gasp from behind me. I turned my head to see Harry stood there frozen.

"Harry!" I breathed, grinning. He snapped out of his trance and rushed over to me, pulling me up and smashing me into his arms

"Your alive" He gasped "Th-the doctors they - they said -"

"I know" I cut him off, tears welling up in my eyes "But I'm here, I'm ok, I promise!" He nodded and hugged me tightly again.

"I love you sis"

"Love ya too, bro"

(A.N// Boring chapter, sorry. It's a filler)