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.


46. Forty Six

A nurse wheeled me to a room, and we managed stayed calm. There were other pregnant women there, much larger than I, probably ready to have their little ones. Harry filled out some papers while the kind lady taught me breathing exercises and adjusted my bed. She told me that the doctor would be in shortly. By now it was almost 10 o'clock, and I was so tired. But the pains kept me awake. The doctor directed me to stay overnight, and informed us that an ultrasound would occur the next morning. "You can go home, babe." 

"No. Are you crazy?" Harry chuckled. "I'm not leaving." 

"They're not gonna hurt me. Go, so you can be with Minnie and get a good sleep." 

"You're insane. I won't get any sleep." I rolled my eyes and scooted over, allowing him to lay beside me. He kissed my jaw and hummed. "Did the pains go away?" I hadn't noticed, but they did. Although, I still had that strange uncomfortable feeling.

"Yeah, they did. Babe?"


"Are you scared?"


"Liar." he chuckled, and I just smiled. It was true, I knew he was just as scared as I was, but I thought it was cute how he tried to be tough. 

"Maybe a little. But you'll be fine, I know you will." He said.

"What if the baby isn't healthy?"

"Why wouldn't it be? You've done everything right." 

"I just don't know anymore." I sighed.

"Get some sleep."

"I can't."

"Yes you can, I'm right here. Pretend like we're at home in bed." I closed my eyes and inhaled my lover's wonderful scent. "I love you, Stella." he kissed the corner of my mouth and stroked my belly. 

"Mmlove you too." I drifted off easily, only to fall into a frightening nightmare. 


I heard a baby's cry, a frightening cry. I searched endlessly, but never succeeded. It was dark, and I kept flailing my arms in desperate need to find the little one. I was scared to death, screaming at the top of my lungs. Then it went silent.... And it was over. 

The next morning went smoothly, and I tried my hardest to forget about that damn dream. I was moved to a different room for a sonogram. They didn't give us specific results about the baby, just instructed me to go back to my original room. I was asked to change into a gown, and I wondered if that was a bad thing. They told me that it was just in case of an emergency. I didn't exactly know what that meant, but I didn't argue. I forced Harry to go back to the house and have a shower, and spend time with Minnie. 

I had taken a nap around three in the afternoon, and when I awoke, I heard clear voices from the hall. "If this continues, then we'll have to rush her to emergency delivery. So we'll keep checking within the next few hours, but we must keep an eye on it." 

"Erm, alright, thank you so much." I heard Harry's raspy voice and my stomach flipped. They were talking about me. My fiance entered the room, and I inhaled a shaky breath. 

"What was that about?" I asked calmly, adjusting my blanket. 

"The doctor said that the reason that this is happening is because of your blood pressure." 

"My blood pressure? What does that have to do with anything?"

"Apparently its very important. He also said something about your cervix, I don't even know what that is." I giggled. "And they have to keep checking because it can induce labor, and that's bad because it can cause problems for the baby."

"How can I go into labor? I'm barely 7 months along." He squeezed my hand. "I can't have the baby now. I'm not prepared, we don't have anything. We need a crib and a nursery and baby stuff and diapers and bottles and-" 

"Breathe, Stella." He pushed his forehead against mine. "We'll be alright." He kissed me slowly, and tears started dripping out of my eyes. I bashfully wiped them away and sighed. We sat back and remained silent for a long time, stuck in a train of wild thoughts. I called my mom to kill some time, and told her the whole situation. I promised to keep her posted, because I knew she was worried. It was good to hear her voice during my time of stress. It calmed me a bit, and I was able to relax. My hands stopped shaking and my lips stopped shivering. Harry probably kissed me about a thousand times, he was so nervous, he wouldn't let go of me. He informed me that Niall and Louis had gone home and Anne gladly took over to watch Minnie.

A nurse came in to check on me at about 8:30 pm, searching for any improvement. About a half an hour later, the doctor came in and handed Harry a pile of blue garments. "We're going to bring you into the delivery room for an emergency C-section." I clenched my fists, and almost threw up. "I'm sorry Estelle, I know you weren't expecting the baby so soon, but it needs to be done, or else the baby could suffer." I reached for Harry's hand and looked up at him. Little water droplets were falling down his cheeks. Nurses came in to roll me into a different room. I squeezed his hand. 

"I'm not ready." I cried, and he grabbed my face.

"I know my love. But we need to be strong." 

"I can't do it Harry, I can't-"

"Yes you can, baby. I'll be here the whole time, holding your hand." I shook my head, disagreeing with him. He nodded, and held my hand tighter. 

"Mr. Styles, we're gonna need you to dress into your scrubs." One nurse said. He quickly threw the stuff on over his khakis and black v-neck. I was still crying, because I couldn't even control it. Harry kept shushing me gingerly, stroking my head as he stayed beside me on the way to the delivery room. When we arrived, a woman explained to me that she would be giving me a specific medicine to put me to sleep. I whimpered and hollered, afraid and shivering. Harry was running his fingers through my damp hair. I was sweating and dizzy. And passed out just seconds after the nurse shot me with the needle. 

Harry kept whispering, "I love you." And I felt as if I could still hear it while I was asleep. 

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