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.


29. Twenty Nine

*Sorry for the annoying change, but in chapter twenty six, I mentioned that it had been two weeks since Stella's time with William. I've changed it to four weeks, that way her pregnancy is just a bit farther along. Also, I want to thank you for all of your support towards my writing. Your compliments are greatly appreciated from the bottom of my heart. I am endlessly grateful for all of you and your kind words. You encourage me to keep writing all the time :)*


I knew I was conscious, but I couldn't open my eyes. I wondered if my baby was alright, because I knew absolutely nothing about the stuff that causes problems during pregnancy. And I realized that there was no way that I was going to escape this. It was time to accept that I was going to have another baby, and to me, there was nothing I could really do to get rid of him or her. I could have another, because I'm strong. With or without Harry. 

I felt dry, and I noticed when I took in a sharp breath. It's like there was no saliva in my mouth. I felt a warm hand on mine, and opened my eyes slowly. "My love." Harry's raspy voice cooed, as he kissed my hand. I hummed, smiling at him. His orbs were still red, as I remembered and his lips looked chapped. I touched his face with my cold palm. He grinned down at me, and batted his eyelashes. "The baby's okay." he assured me, and smooched my delicate skin. A tear fell down my cheek, and he wiped it quickly. 


"Shh..." he ran his thumb across my bottom lip and rested his free hand on my flat stomach. "Stella, I'm not gonna leave just because of what the bastard did to you. I still love exactly the same, if not more. And if the kid isn't mine, then oh well." I loved that smile. "I asked for a paternity test. But we won't get the results until tomorrow night." he stood up and kissed my forehead. "I'm uh, gonna go get you some water." he squeezed my thigh, and walked out. I couldn't believe the immediate relief that overcame my being. But it didn't seem to stop the panic.


"Drink." Harry ordered and I obeyed. My thirst was strong, and I gulped down the whole thing. "The doctor says that you were dehydrated." I nodded at his words, knowing that it was indeed a fact, and suddenly a nurse dressed in blue scrubs stepped in. 

"Good afternoon, Estelle." the nice woman said, greeting me with a smile. "We're gonna move you down to the C hallway, where we do our sonograms. We wanna check out what going on in your tummy." I smiled at her and sat up. 

"Okay." Harry helped me stand up slowly, and that's when I realized that I had wires coming out of my arm and a needle in my wrist. It scared me, and caused me to get dizzy. I could feel my face turn green and Harry snatched up the garbage pail next to his foot. He brought it up to my face, and I pushed it away. "No, I'm fine." I mumbled. "Just keep me up." He guided me towards the nurse, where we followed her to a different hall. Harry swept me off my feet to set me on the bed in the dark room. The woman started speaking to us about the technical terms of the paternity test and the risks of pregnancy.

She lifted my gown, revealing my denim shorts and squeezed the familiar cold jelly across my abdomen. I gripped my lover's hand, nervousness soaring through me. His hands were shaking, and I found it cute, so I lifted my other hand to wrestle with his curls. He smiled at me as the nurse started doing her thing. I heard a heart beat, and I felt Harry grip my hand tighter, his eyes glued to the screen. I looked over to see what his attention was drawn to, and I melted. "If you look at this tiny little peanut looking thing, that's your baby. It looks here like there's nothing wrong. Congratulations." the woman giggled. We chuckled anxiously in unison and he kissed my ear. "I'll be back with some paperwork." I couldn't explain what I was feeling. A rush of crazy confusion and panic. But I also felt love. Love for the puny human being inside of me. 

And for some reason, after looking at my child... I felt a sense of peace wash through my exhausted body.

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