You Would Know

Abby Smith is a shy and kind-hearted 18 year old girl that lives in London, England. Although she doesn't show it, she is hiding very many emotions and feelings. Will she let her emotions out when she runs into national superstar and One Direction band member, Harry Styless and goes through Hell and back, just to be with him?

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16. Isn't She Lovely

Abby's P.O.V.

*8 months later*

Harry and I moved into a flat a couple of miles away from home. We've never been happier. We were going to have the wedding in about two months in a small church outside of Holmes Chapel. I'm so excited. I went today to look at some wedding dresses. I still had my leg casted up and still had to use crutches when I went out. My baby bump is really noticeable now. I saw some really pretty dresses at this one dress shop. I planned to go back tomorrow. I've learned how to drive with my broken leg. I pulled into the driveway, relieved to finally be home today and get to spend some time with my fiance and soon to be husband. I walked up to the door and knocked. No answer. He was probably asleep because he has been working really hard at the studio lately. I unlocked the door with my keys, stepping in quietly, in case he was asleep. I heard the bed squeaking. I froze. This couldn't be happening. Not after everything. I heard moans from my-our room. I sat my crutches down and walked slowly to the bedroom. There was Harry. He was on top of some blonde girl. "You're great" he moaned. I tried to get a better look at who it was. NO. FUCKING NO. TAYLOR. This must be a dream. I pinched myself and I just stood there with a sore arm and shaking body. I clenched my fists up, ready to kill someone.
"WHAT THE HELL?!?!" I screamed, making Harry jump. He hurried off of her and she pulled the blankets over her nude body. "HARRY! HOW COULD YOU?!" I pulled the ring off of my finger and threw it at him. I ripped the diamond necklace he got me for our six month anniversary off of my neck and threw it on the ground. "I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING! I'M DONE. FUCKING DONE WITH YOU." I saw Taylor smile and I ran over to her, ripping her by her hair off of the bed Harry and I had shared. I punched her face as hard as I could, busting her lip and bloodying her already broken nose. "YOU FUCKING BITCH! I WILL KILL YOU!" Harry pulled me off of her. I pushed him away causing him to stumble back.
"Babe, let me explain, please. Piglet."
"DON'T FUCKING CALL ME THAT ANYMORE! WE'RE OVER." I yelled, tears flowing down my face. I ran down the steps faster than I knew I could, considering I had a cast on my leg. I grabbed my purse, keys, and crutches and ran out the door to my car. Harry quickly caught up to me, since I couldn't move very fast with this damn leg. He grabbed me and pulled me close. "Don't touch me!" I said, looking into his eyes, so he could feel my pain. "I trusted you. And after she nearly killed us both, you fuck her? How could you do that?" Tears were heavily flowing now.
"I'm sorry! It meant nothing. It just kind of happened."
"Kind of happened? Oh, that makes everything so much better.. NOT! I mean, for one, she's your ex-girlfriend, second, she tried to kill us both, third, she made all of her fans say nasty things to me, fourth-" He kissed me. I started to kiss him back, but then I quickly pushed away. "I don't want to taste her disgusting mouth. Bye, Har- OH MY GOD!" I fell to the ground, holding my stomach.
"Babe, what's wrong?" Harry said, falling to his knees and holding me in his arms.
"My-OWWWWWW!" I screamed. "My fucking water broke you bastard. I'll drive myself to the hospital, I don't want you to be-AHHHH! There." A tear ran down his face.
"I'll get the bag." He ran into the house and grabbed my maternity bag I'd packed a couple days ago, knowing I was due soon. He came back out, and noticed he was still in his underwear. He ran back in, got dressed and came back out. He helped me up and to the passenger side and he sat in the driver's seat. He took my keys from my hand and started the car. He quickly backed out of the driveway, speeding down the road. I was screaming most of the way and he was trying to calm me by holding my hand and rubbing it. He would say calming things like, "Breathe, babe. Breathe." We finally arrived at the hopsital and he helped me inside. "My fiance is in labor!" He told the nurse at the front desk.
"Right this way." She said. I sat down in a wheelchair and Harry quickly pushed me to the delivery room. He helped me up onto the bed. "Let's see where you are." Then she noticed my cast. "I'm sorry, but you have to have a c-section. You can't give birth with that cast on."
"Take it off, then!" I shouted at her.
"We can't just-"
"DO IT." I said, angered.
"Okay." She got the doctor to the room and he took the cast off. My leg was still bruised pretty bad, but it looked a lot better. He bent my leg into the position that I would have to be in to give birth, and it didn't hurt too bad. He said it was okay for me to deliver. I was so relieved.
*3 hours into labor*
"Oh my God, sweet baby Jesus, help meeeee." I cried out. My contractions were TERRIBLE. Harry was there the entire time, but I ignored him.
"Abby." I turned around to see a very upset Harry with tears running down either side of his cheeks.
"What?" I said, annoyed.
"I'm.. I'm so, so, so, so, sorry. I know that sorry isn't enough to make up for doing what I did. I had had some drinks and got a little tipsy. I don't know why I did that, but I did. Then Taylor came over and pulled me up to the bedroom and convinced me to have sex with her. I was so stupid." he said, slapping his head really hard and repeatedly. "I want to be with you and only you. I don't care about Taylor at all. Only you. Only little Laylah." He said, laying his large hand on my stomach. "You guys are my life right now." He kissed my stomach. He started talking to Laylah. "Listen, if a guy ever does something like I did to your mother, I promise I will kill them. I messed up big time and I can't take it back." He looked back up to me, his green staring deeply into mine. "I'm so sorry, Abby. I was so stupid. You're all I want and all I need and you never deserved to be treated like I treated you. I can't apologize enough. I love you so much."
"Harry, I love you too. More than you could ever imagine. It's just I was so excited that we were finally getting married soon and having Laylah." I looked at my stomach. "But when I saw you with Taylor, I felt so heartbroken. I actually felt a pain in my chest, like my heart shattered into a million pieces. I want nothing more than to be with you and have a family. I forgive you. I can't just let you go like this. I love you." He kissed my lips warmly and softly, and I felt sparks, just like the first time we met. He pulled something out of his pocket.
"Does this mean that you'll wear this again?" He held out my engagement ring. I nodded and held out my hand. He slid the ring on my finger and it fit perfectly. He kissed me again and then kissed my stomach. I smiled, but then jolted in pain. I started screaming. I think it's time.
"Nurse!" Harry shouted, rubbing my forehead with his large, masculine hands. He smiled at me and kissed my head. She ran in the room. She checked my downstairs and told me it was time to start pushing. Harry pulled out his phone and started recording the whole thing. He held my hand softly, while I squeezed his so hard that it turned white. "Keep going babe, you're doing great!" Tears filled his eyes as did mine.

Harry's P.O.V.

"One, two, three, push! I see the head now!" The nurse started pulling and told Abby to push one more time and she did, this time screaming. Out came the most beautiful child I have ever seen in my life, crying loudly. The nurse cleaned her off, wrapped her up in a blanket that we brought saying "Daddy's Girl" and a matching hat to go with it. The nurse handed the beautiful creature to me. I gave my phone to Abby, still recording. I took my daughter into my arms, and she stopped crying. She just layed there, peacefully. I felt a tear run down my cheek and I kissed her forehead.
"Welcome to the world, Laylah Danielle Styles. I love you, princess." I exchanged Abby the baby for my phone. She layed there and Laylah grabbed her index finger with her hand and put her head on Abby's chest.
"I love you, Laylah Danielle. My beautiful little mistake." She kissed her hand and they both closed their eyes. I stopped the video. Abby was so exhausted that she almost instantly fell asleep. I took a picture of the two and posted it on Twitter saying: "@Harry_Styles welcome to the world, Laylah Danielle :) I love you xxxxx"
I instantly got thousands of favorites and retweets. I sent the boys and Jade the picture and they soon arrived at the hospital. I walked out to the waiting room, seeing them all sitting there anxiously. They jumped up and gave me a big group hug.
"Congratulations, man." Louis said, patting my back. Everyone else gave me their hugs and congrats. They were all so excited to see the baby that I had to make them be quiet when we walked into the room. I gently took Laylah from Abby's arms and let Jade hold her first, since she was a girl. The boys all held her, going from Louis to Niall to Liam to Zayn. I held my sweet little angel in my arms smiling, tears in my eyes.
"I love you." I kissed her head and layed her back down on top of Abby. She got a cute little smile on her face. I quickly took a picture and started crying tears of joy.
I'm a dad now.
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