Harry Styles Imagines

92. Too Much To Let You Go

This one is requested by honeybear2421 I hope you like this one girl :-*

For the sixth time in three days, I sprint straight to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. This has been happening frequently and I feel sick as well. Yesterday I passed out at work and was sent home by my boss and told me to take a rest for as long as I needed. I sat up when I finished throwing up and saw Harry entered the room with a worried face. He crouched down in front of me and brushed the hair in front of my face.

"Hey babe, are you okay?" He asked while scanning my face.

"Yeah, just feeling sick." I sighed and stood up with him helping me. I gargled water and wiped my mouth afterwards.

"I think you should go to the doctor, I'm worrying." He spoke while cupping my face.

"No, I'll be fine." I shrugged.

"Dixie, please. I don't want to see you like this. Go up and change your clothes, we'll go to the hospital right now." He said and I pouted.

"Harry, I said-"

"Shush, go now." He pushed me out of the bathroom and I stomped my way to our shared bedroom.

I change from my oversized shirt and pajamas to a skinny jeans, that I had a problem wearing because of my weight gain, and a stripes jumper. I put on my white converse and saw Harry downstairs.

"You ready to go?" He asked as he entwined our fingers and left a faint kiss on my forehead. "I brought an Ibuprofen if ever you feel sick again."

"Thanks babe, you're the best." I smiled and we both got inside the car. We pulled off on our driveway. The hospital is a thirty minute drive away from our house and all I was thinking is how can I not vomit on our way there. My head is spinning again and before I knew it, we're already outside the hospital. Harry parked the car near the entrance so that we wouldn't have to walk too far. When we're inside, I filled up a record and then the nurse told me to wait till the doctor called me. Its really a long wait till the doctor peaked out of his clinic and called my name.

"Ms. Andrews?" The doctor called.

"Yeah?" I stood up and so as Harry.

"You're next, sweetie." The doctor's a lady and thank heavens for it cause I really get awkward if its a male.

"Oh okay." I smiled and walked to her. "Harry, you stay here outside."

"What? Why can't I come with you?" He asked with his cute frown-y face.

"Just stay here. I'll be okay. I'll call you if needed." I assured him before going inside the clinic. Dr. Roberts told me to sit down while she's readying the things she needed. She sat across from and and on her office chair.

"So, Ms. Andrews. What are you feeling?" She asked.

"Well, I've been feeling sick for three days straight and I've been throwing up." I told her and she scribbled something on her clipboard.

"And it says here that you passed out yesterday?" She asked while looking at my record.

"Yeah, at work." I said. Dr. Roberts stood up and walked to the bed.

"Come and lay here, Dixie." I nodded and obliged. I didn't pay attention to Dr. Roberts, all I am thinking about is what in the world is happing to me.

"Have you taken a pregnancy test?" Dr. Roberts said, pulling me out from my trance.

"What?" I asked.