MINNIE (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Harry Styles doesn't know that I had his baby. All this time I've been okay with keeping it that way. I figure it would only ruin his career if I ran into his life with a kid, so I just kinda keep the whole thing to myself. I mean, I think I've done a pretty good job in the past year. But honestly, I don't want Minnie growing up without a dad. I did, and I hated it. Maybe the time has come to finally tell Harry that he has a baby girl.


45. Forty Five

Harry was passed out beside me. I kissed his neck to see if he would wake, but he just groaned. The light shining in from the windows brightened the room, and it was beautiful outside. I knew he was awake, he just wouldn't open his eyes. "Baby wake up!" I said excitedly. I kissed his neck some more. 


"I noticed you had fun yesterday." 

"I don't remember." he rubbed his face and finally revealed his orbs. "Why the hell is it so bright in here?" He complained, covering his eyes. 

"Because you drank too much last night." I giggled, and stepped out of the bed. "And you took over MY side of the bed." He laughed at that. I went down the hall to check on the boys. Zayn and Louis were in the same room, but Louis was on the floor, sprawled out on the wooden planks. I closed the curtains before I spoke. "Louis, get up." I ruffled his hair and he squinted. "You're on the ground." I told him, and he looked around, confused. Then he held onto his head. "Get up, hun." he stood to his feet, and pushed Zayn. 

"Move." he grumbled. Zayn made a funny noise and moved over, then Louis climbed in. He went straight to sleep again as soon as his head hit the pillow. I looked over the railing in the hall to see Niall still asleep on the couch. I searched all around for Liam, but he wasn't in any of the guest rooms. I gave up, and went back to my room. Harry was sat up, shivering. So I snatched a sweater off of the hook of the door and threw it at him. He gratefully took it, and winked at me. I waddled to the bathroom to wash up and gasped. Liam was asleep with his face against the toilet. He was pale, and looking very sick. Harry tiptoed behind me as I wondered how in the world he ended up in my bathroom.

"He gets really sick if he drinks too much, it happens every time." 

"What should we do?" He walked up to him, and kicked him lightly in the leg. 

"Liam, wake up, mate." He jolted, his eyes opening and looking directly at me. "Go find a bed to sleep in." He picked him up by the arm, and Liam just moaned. He walked off like a zombie, and I covered my mouth to stop a giggle. 


"I think I'm gonna take a nap." I stood up from the couch, after plopping Minnie on Louis' lap. Everybody groaned, still feeling groggy from last night.

"Are you feeling alright, love?" Harry asked me, also standing. He snaked his arm around my waist and looked at me curiously. 

"I think I'm okay. Just tired." 

"Ok..." He kissed my head and gave me a quick squeeze, and I was off to our room. 

As soon as I laid down, I got an uncomfortable feeling in my back, so I tried laying a different way, but it just got worse. I took deep breaths and tried closing my eyes, but that didn't last long. It was around 7 o'clock, and I'd been trying to sleep for at least a half an hour. So I got up, and the distressing feeling shifted to my side. I was bewildered, because I'd never experienced this while I was pregnant with Minnie. It was strange. 

I got up and walked slowly to the stairs, and immediately got dizzy. I sat down on the first step, because I was afraid of falling. I gripped onto the railing. "Har-Harryy..." My heart beat was uneven, and my hands were clammy. 

"Stella, why are you sitting on the steps?" he asked from the bottom. I let out a shriveled laugh, and he knew that something was wrong. "You look like you're going to be sick." He said, approaching me. My head was resting on the metal of the hand rail. "Are you in pain?" he put his hand on my stomach and rubbed it gently. I showed him a small nod and he tried to help me stand up. 

"Harry, it doesn't feel right." I told him, holding on to his hand tightly. We walked down the stairs together. "It's like the baby's sitting in my back." his eyes widened at my rare explanation. 

"Do you want to go to the hospital?" I shrugged. "I'll get you some water." We went to the kitchen and he poured me some water, which I gulped down gratefully. 

"It's not exactly a pain... I just don't like the feeling." All of a sudden a wave of torture struck, and I dropped my glass on the floor. Then, the pain stopped. "I'm so sorry." I covered my mouth and took deep breaths. 

"No, no. It's okay, it's alright. What happened?" Harry stepped over the glass to reach me. When he did, he caressed my face and gazed at me worriedly. 

"There was just a pain.. a really strong-" I got cut off when it happened again. I cried into his neck and fisted his shirt. I was sweating, and felt like dying. Harry had no clue what was going on, he just held me. I pulled away as it settled. "I think I'm gonna try the bathroom." I stood up, and he nodded, then started cleaning up the glass. I reminded him not to cut himself during my walk to the restroom. I peed normally, no pain interrupting me, but I was bleeding. It frightened me, so as soon as I stepped out I told Harry to bring me to the hospital. He was nervous, stuttering with every word. 

"What do y-you mean you're b-bleeding? Bleeding? Stella I don't know if I can handle all of this." 

"Stop being such a wimp. You're supposed to be the calm one." I hit his arm and he gasped. Niall and Louis were still here, watching television on the couch with Minnie sat between them. 

"I'm going to take Stella to the hospital, watch Minnie please, and do not leave the house without a car seat." They nodded at his firm words, no questions asked. Harry added, "I'll call you later." and we left. 

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