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.

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47. Forty Seven

At exactly 12:01 am, on February 4th, my baby was born. I was half conscious while it was happening. I could feel the people working on my lower half, making me nauseous. I heard Harry ask the nurse why I looked so ill, and all she did was pass him a tin bucket. I was grateful, because as soon as I saw it, I took the opportunity to use it, and puked. Harry's fingers could be felt in my hair, and I could hear myself crying. He wiped my mouth with his bare hand and rubbed it against the blue material he was coated in. I saw the nurse carry off a little creature and I pushed Harry, encouraging him to follow her. "Go." Was all I could say, over and over again. "Go." I pushed him harder, and he went. But then I passed out again. 

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I woke up, back in my original room. I felt empty, and different. Harry was beside me, his face rested in his hands. I tangled my hand in his curls, and his head shot up, making me jump. "Shit," he jolted, taking my hand. "My beautiful-beau-" he broke into tears. 

"What happened? Harry... Is the baby alright?"

"Okay... It's okay, she's good. I'm just so glad you're awake."

"Did you say she? Its a girl?" he nodded and leaned into my neck. He sighed into my cold skin, and picked up his sobs. A nurse came in, with an empty wheelchair. 

"Mrs. Styles," she called me, and I liked the sound of it, although we weren't even married yet. "If you're feeling up to it, you're allowed to see your baby girl now." I nodded and sat up. Harry helped me into the chair, and he gladly rolled me out into the hall. He followed the nurse's footsteps until we reached a low lit room. I gulped down the lump in my throat as I took Harry's hand on my shoulder. 

"I've been in here at least twenty times already today." he told me. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his lips were chapped. He stepped in the room and wheeled me to an incubator. The small clear case held a tiny little baby. My baby. She wore the tiniest little diaper, and there were wires going in all different directions. I covered my mouth and gasped, placing my hand against the glass. Her skin was pink and bumpy, and I could see her little bones. Her chest rose and fell shakily, and her eyes were closed. I wondered what color they were, and counted her ten fingers and toes. I noticed that her lips were parted, but no sound escaped. "She has to stay here for at least a month." Harry informed me. "She's only a bit more than a pound." I bit my lip, hard. "She just needs to grow... And if all goes well, then we can take her home." 

My body was weak, and I just wanted to hold her and kiss her tiny little face. I stayed there for a full hour, just staring at her. Harry stayed next to me, rubbing my back. "You can come back and see her in a bit, but there are other mother's who are scheduled to come see their little ones too." The nurse whispered. I nodded in understanding, looking around at the other tiny babies in their incubators. I sighed and took my hand off of the glass. Harry kissed my head and wheeled me back to the room. 

I was surprised to find the boys scattered around the room. I prayed that Minnie wasn't with them, because I didn't want her to see me sick like this. The five of them looked at me with worried faces. They all came forward to kiss me, and I weakly smiled as Harry assisted me back into bed. My head was spinning. "Congratulations." Liam said, being the first one to speak. 

"Thanks, I guess." I replied, biting my lip again. I pulled my hair into a pony tail and Harry smoothed it back as a loving gesture. 

"Have you picked a name for her?" Zayn asked slowly.

"No," Harry answered. "I guess now would be the time to pick one, eh?" he looked at me, and I just sighed. 

"Margaret was nice." Niall whispered. "Maggie, remember?" I nodded with a small smile. 

"She didn't look like a Maggie, though." 

"Do you like Renee?" Liam suggested. I wrinkled my nose and Louis' hesitant face caught my attention. I rose my brows, ready to hear what he had to say. He fumbled with his fingers. 

"How about Delilah?" Suddenly the four other boys broke out in a light song, singing 'Hey There Delilah' with smirks plastered on their faces. 

"That's adorable, Lou. I love it. Hmm, Harry? Do you think she looks like a Delilah?" I looked up at my lover and he nodded, smiling. I stretched my arms out to hug Louis. "Thank you." 

Delilah it is.

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