𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 {𝐇.𝐒}

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Starlette- *3 month time skip*

It's been three months since Harry's accident. It's been three months since he slipped into that coma. It's also been three months since I've heard his voice. During this time, it's been complete hell-and not because he isn't there to help with this pregnancy but because I haven't had time to be with him completely.

I've been at the hospital everyday for the last three months and I waited in the waiting room with magazines beside me. I'd occasionally flick through them but I'll always put them down when I'll see columns of him in there. It's worse when you see bad things about him and how some people are glad he's in it.

It's Tuesday today and I'm overdue by three days. When I tell you I've been so frustrated, I have been. With the constant yelling at the TV and cravings for food, I'm a giant balloon. I've even been craving Harry's attention and that doesn't really help my condition right now.

As I stand beside the stove, I cook some eggs that I've been craving for a few hours. The smell drifts to my nose and I sigh to the fact that I'm thinking about Harry again. I'm just scared that he won't wake up. I'm also scared I won't be able to see his green eyes or even hear his deep voice. What if he misses his childs' birth?

Abruptly, what cuts off my thoughts is when I feel something break and liquid running down my legs. I'm not even holding a cup of water. Staring down with wide eyes, I hold my breath as I see water all over my feet and running down my legs like a waterfall. "Oh God, oh God, oh God, what am I going to do? Oh yeah, hospital!" I exclaim as it finally clicks.

Turning off the stove, I feel a rather intense pain shoot through my stomach. I clutch my stomach as a scream pierces through my ears and I rush into the car without another thought. Luckily I already have the baby bag and everything I need in the car because I knew I was going into labour soon.

I slide into my cars' seat and clutch my stomach as I drive onto the main street. With the ongoing screams booming in my ears, I swerve past many cars and hope I can get there in time. It's all so fast as I swerve into a parking lot and scream for someone to help.

Thankfully, a nurse rushes out with wide eyes and quickly takes hold of my arm. "It's okay. Take deep breaths, ma'am," she soothes and hauls me off into the hospital. I hold my stomach as the screams echo throughout my ears and I know I'm beginning because I already timed the contractions.

"Harry, for the love of God, just wake up!" I scream as she pulls me onto a wheelchair and wheels me quickly with two nurses beside me. With every throbbing pain that shoots within me, I feel the waterworks fall down my cheeks. I just wanted Harry to wake up and hold my hand through this all. I wanted him to finally meet his son.

Hauling me into a private room, they place me on the bed and my doctor walks in. "Ah, I see you're finally giving birth," he smiles as he slips on his gloves and looks at me.

"No shit, I am! Just get this damn baby out of me already!" I shout. It's true. I wanted that baby out of me already. These nine months have been living hell even though I've had a few special moments with the unborn child.

"Patience," he chuckles.

"Does it look like I have patience? I'm three days overdue!" I shout as I shoot a glare. I clutch the handles of the bed and tilt my head back as a scream escapes my lips. I could practically feel the child clawing its way through my pelvis and I'm so close to ripping it out of my damn vagina.

"Okay, it's time to start pushing, Star," the doctor says as he sits in front of me and places his hands right where my area is. "Deep breaths and in no time, you'll have your son," he smiles as he begins to start his job.

With that, I feel myself sweat drastically as I try my hardest to push this thing out of me. With every scream, swear and gasp, I feel myself fall away into a deep slumber. My eyes try to stay open but it's very hard to. I keep pushing but my heart can't take this pain.

However, what takes me off the pain for a second is when a nurse rushes in with a smile. "Doctor, Harry is waking up!" She exclaims. My eyes snap onto her and my mouth falls open in complete shock. Can this be a miracle?

"What? What are you doing standing there? Get my f*cken husband inside this room right now!" I scream. With that, she nods and rushes right out of the room once again. Even though my heart pumps with relief and a small smile attaches to my lips, I couldn't help but scream again as the child claws at me.

Five minutes later, I hear the door open and I see Harry on his bed with a small smile. His skin is pale and his lips are slightly blue, but other than that, he seems just like before. "Hey, love," he grumbles as they roll him beside me and he holds my hand as I push.

"Oh thank God, Harry. Don't you ever leave-" I trail off with a scream. "-me again," I shout. He grips my hand weakly as he stares at me pushing and I feel safe for once in a while.

"I'm not leaving again, love," he weakly mumbles. However, I feel myself leaving. With my eyes drooping, I fight to stay awake.

"You're not done, Star. I can see his head. Nurse, keep her awake!" The doctor demands.

"Star, you have to stay awake," Harry pleads as I finally hear the alert within his voice. "Don't you dare leave me now. Just five minutes of pain and then a lifetime of happiness," he whispers as he quotes 'Jane the Virgin'.

"Don't you dare 'Jane the Virgin' me now, Styles," I snap as I tilt my head back in pain.

"Worth a try. Don't make me rip that baby out of your vagina. That's going to hurt worse," he snaps as he narrows his eyes. With that, I nod.

"Okay," I quickly say with wide eyes.

♡♡♡

Holding our new baby boy in my arms, I couldn't help but memerise his features. I was so scared that I wouldn't love my child from the first glance but now I love him with every piece of me. He's just so perfect-like his father.

With his big green eyes to his bald head, I smile as his little hand grips my finger. I hold him tightly against my chest as I stare down into his big green eyes and fall in love. However, my attention is cut off when I see Harry standing from his bed and walking to me. "You have to stay in bed, babe," I say.

"No, I'm fine. Let me have a look," he smiles. With that, he leans beside me and looks down at our new child. "He's beautiful," he gushes as his child grips his finger and I could practically see the tears staining his cheeks.

"We need a name, Harry," I whisper as I look up and him and he knows I'm right.

"I have a name," he smiles and I urge him to continue with a nod of my head. "Xavier. Xavier Styles," he whispers as he stares down at his son-and with that, I couldn't help but fall in love with his name.

Staring down at my child, a tear falls. "Welcome to the world, Xavier Styles," I whisper as I place a soft kiss on his forehead.

(Hey lovelies! What did you think?)

~Love, Natalie