Rock Me


19. Appointment

Olivia's POV

The dress fitting went fairly smooth. The boys found tuxes that matched the golden bridesmaids dresses, which I guess is pretty good. Eleanor seems very pleased with all the plans. We talked for hours the other night about it and got even more done.

"Olivia," Eleanor says, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Hm," I say, not looking up.

"What's wrong?" she asks. I shake my head.

"What if they say something's wrong?" I whisper. She grips my hand.

She opens her mouth to say something, but a women wearing scrubs walks out and says, "Olivia Ingle?" Eleanor and I stand up and I keep my hand in her grip, pulling her with me. When the nurse tries to tell me to leave her in the waiting room, I walk past her with El in tow. If Harry can't be here to hold my hand, then somebody has to.

"Did you tell Harry you had an appointment?" Eleanor whispers as we walk towards the sterilized room.

"No," I shake my head, already feeling guilty and scared of his response.

"Olivia," El whisper-groans as she sits in a chair and I sit on the cushioned counter covered in crinkly white paper

"If they say nothings wrong, he'll never have to know. End of story," I say, putting my hands up in surrender from this conversation.

Harry has been working so hard lately, both in the studio and on the wedding, and he's beyond tired. I can't throw another stress at the poor guy.

"Hello, miss Ingle," the doctor says as she walks in and closes the door, then cleans her hands with the germ-x mounted on the wall.

"Hi," I say, nervously running my hands up and down my thighs.

"So I've been, uh... I've been looking over the x-rays we took of your lungs the last time you were in...."

"And?" I press, my anxiety kicking in.

"We thought it could have been cancer, my darling. But it isn't. I almost diagnosed you with pancreatic cancer that had a satellite colony in your lungs, and was about to assign you to six months of chemo therapy in New York," she says, a small smile resting on her thin lips. I breathe a noticeable sigh of relief before she starts talking again.

"But as I ruled that out, knowing I had to be completely bonkers to think you have cancer, I looked closer. A lot closer. There's a few things that run through my mind and I'm going to go over them with you. After we've gotten a pretty good idea of what it is, we'll do another set of x-rays and an ultrasound just to make sure. Sound good?"

"Yeah, that's fine," I say, happy that its not cancer but terrified of what it could be.

Eleanor takes a seat next to me on the cushioned counter, once again ignoring the doctor.

"Okay..." the doctor begins. "One of the symptoms of not having enough sunlight is lung failure. You've lived in a typically warm place all of your life, correct?" I nod my head. "And now, all of a sudden, you're living in one of the cloudiest, rainiest places on earth. I can tell you already have a rather fragile organ system as it is, due to all your medical issues in the past. So living here is certainly not a good thing for you."

I nod my head as she rolls her chair closer to me. She grabs my hands in hers and looks me in the eye.

"My dear... its either that hypothesis... or you're pregnant."

Harry's POV

"No, no, no, no, no!" I groan as I hang up the phone once again. I lay sprawled out on the living room floor of the pent house, completely and utterly pissed off at the lack of understanding between my  simple instructions and the douche back florists brain made of cardboard.

"Mate, relax. If worst comes to worst, we'll just go to Brighton for the flowers. It doesn't have to be London," Tom says from his Indian position next to me. Lou is  sitting next to him with lux.

"Why are you so stressed, darling? Shouldn't that be the bride's job?" Lou laughs, probably remembering how much she enjoyed this kind of stress in the planning of her wedding.

"I know, I know," I say as Lux sits down in my lap. I kiss the top of her blonde head before continuing. "But I want everything to be perfect for her."

Lou begins to respond as the front door bursts open and in walks Perrie, Eleanor, and Olivia.

I smile as Olivia's petite frame walks into the kitchen, placing her Styrofoam container and paper cup from Nandos on the granite counter top.

"Hello, love," I say as she sits behind me on the couch. I push my back against her knees until they spread apart and rest my back between them. She runs her hands through my hair before rubbing my shoulders.

I catch Eleanor whispering something in Lou's ear out of the corner of my eye and Lou smiles widely. Olivia leans down to my ear moments after and whispers, "Come to the room with me?"

"We'll be right back. Don't throw any parties, please," I say, making Lux giggle as I hand her to Tom.

I follow Olivia into our humongous bedroom, and I'm still overwhelmed by it's intimidating size. She closes the door and locks it, then turns to me.

"What's wrong?" I ask, beginning to panic. I rest one hand on her stomach, the other on the small of her back.

"Harry, I had another appointment today," she says. My hands move to my hair and I tug at it, upset that she kept this from me.

"Olivia," I whisper. "We're supposed to be partners in this. You're supposed to tell me when things are wrong-"

"Harry, just listen!" she raises her voice. I take a step back, confused. She rarely has these outbursts, and never towards me.

"Baby?" I say, almost scared. She sits on the bed and lays back, her hands over her eyes.

"Oh god, I'm sorry," she whispers. "Oh my god." I take a seat next to her and rub circles on her stomach.

"No, its my fault. I shouldn't have gotten so worked up," I sooth. "How was the appointment? Any news?"

"My lungs are failing, Harry."

My heart drops. This can't be happening. I can't lose her. I can't.

"The doctor suggested buying a house in the country side to expose me to more sunlight, since the  shore line is always cloudy. We can live primarily in London, here in the penthouse.  But we should take more trips out to the country side, like on weekends and stuff."

"We can do that. We'll get a house in the country side. We'll do everything we have to do to keep you healthy."

"Harry... they thought I could have had cancer. And then she said I might have been pregnant. Which got me thinking..."


"Do you want a baby?"

My breath hitches. Of course I want a baby, especially with her. I can't think of anyone I would want besides her to have my children.

"Of course. Yes, precious, I want a baby. But we should wait until after we've been married a few months. Maybe we could get you off birth control and try during the honeymoon," I say, kissing her head. She smiles widely.

"Helllloooo?" Lux's voice travels through the door and Olivia's smile broadens.

"Come on in, sweet pea!" Olivia calls. The door slowly opens and Lux walks in, then she closes the door behind her.

"I here," she walks to the bed and I lift her up, setting her against the pile of pillows Olivia insists are a necessity.

"I can see that," Olivia smiles, tickling Lux's sides. Olivia lays next to her against the pillows and puts her arm around her, as both of them fall asleep. 


"Where are the girls?" Lou asks as I walk into the living room.

"Sleeping," I sigh.

"Well Lux won't be waking up," Tom laughs. "Can we just leave her here tonight?"

"Do you trust me with your daughter?" I ask, yawning.

"No, but we trust Olivia," Tom says, walking out the door. "Thanks mate."

"We trust you," Lou laughs, giving me a hug. "I can't tell you what time we'll be picking her up, but it'll be rather late. We've got a lot going on."

"Well if you're okay with us taking her to Highclere..." 

"Sounds fabulous. Here's her change of clothes... she's already in her pajamas. These clothes were what she wore today, but only for a while, so it'll be fine. I'll pick her up the day you get back. Just let us know when you're home and we'll get her. Thanks love." she pecks my cheek and walks out the door after checking on Lux and giving her a kiss on the forehead.

I walk into me and Olivia's room and laugh as I strip down to my boxers. Olivia has an arm around Lux protectively and I crawl in, sandwiching the little girl between the two of us, tickling patterns on Olivia's forearm.

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