Stronger (Sequel to I Wish)

I reccomend you read 'I Wish' before this one.

It has been one and a half years since Kirsty last saw the members of One Direction. They haven't contacted each other at all over this period so Kirsty has not told them that she is pregnant.
Her pregnancy was unwanted and unexpected and the father is her rapist ex-boyfriend Dylan, who again did it to her 7 months after she had moved away from the boys and out of her Dad's house.
Kirsty, now 18, is now nearing her due date. When she is putting up her decorations in time for Christmas, an early, unexpected present arrives at her door.

7Likes
29Comments
3653Views
AA

6. He's here

Kirsty's POV

I was laying in my bed asleep when I felt someone stroke my shoulders. My eyes fluttered and I stretched. 'Harry? Is thr you?'

My eyes opened fully to see Dylan sitting in the hospital chair, holding my hand. I jumped and gasped but he covered my mouth. 'How-'

'Where's my baby?' He whispers in my ear.

'I'm not letting you see her,' I shout but he tells me to shut up and covers my mouth.

'Oh yes you are. Tell me where she is.'

'No, I don't want a rapist like you around my daughter. Get out,' I say and break down in tears. He took his hand away and stood up.

'Nurse!' I shouted unexpectedly.

A nurse came running in and Dylan was trapped. 'Get him away from me, he's the father and he raped me. GET HIM OUT!'

The nurse called for security right away so Dylan was escorted out if the building. I needed to see Harry. 'Where's Harry. I want to see him,' I demand and the nurse hurries off.

Moments later, Harry came running in and sat down beside me. I started crying. 'H-Harry D-Dylan was h-here,' I stuttered and he held me close.

'He was here? It's okay, he's gone now and he won't bother you again,' Harry soothed me with his tone, stroking my hair.

'Harry, as you're the baby's father, what would you like to name her?' I asked, unsure of what the answer would be.

'I can't name her, she's not mine she's yours,' he says and my face dropped.

'Yes she is Harry, it's not like I'm going to let Dylan name her and I don't have any idea of names. I want you to help me. Please?' I plead.

'I've always liked the name Darcy...' He drifted off.

'Harry, it's beautiful. Our baby Darcy,' I smiled and kissed him.

We hugged for a while until a nurse came in. 'You can go in and see your baby now. You may hold her hand but you may not be able to hold her until her breathing is better.'

'Breathing? What's wrong with her breathing?' I say suddenly worried.

'Haven't you been told? Your baby h-'

'Her name is Darcy,' I snap and then realise what I had done. 'Sorry,' I mumbled.

'Don't worry. Anyway, Darcy has one undeveloped lung so she is finding it hard to breathe,' the nurse said and walked out of the room. I started crying into Harry continuously. My daughter has one undeveloped lung and can't breathe without assistance. I hope she'll be okay.

 

Harry's POV

Kirsty fell asleep crying into my shoulder but woke up about fifteen minutes shuddering.

'Hey, hey, calm down. Why are you shuddering,' I asked and kissed her temple.

'I just dreamed that Darcy died in my arms. I couldn't bare for that to happen. I want to go and see her,' she says and stands up, holding the fluid stand and leading the way out. 

She waddled into the baby unit, closely followed me, and saw the tiniest baby that anyone has ever seen. Darcy was awake, her eyes looked just like Kirsty's - big and brown - and she was fidgeting in the glass container. The nurse wandered into the room and told us that the doctor said that we could hold her for 2 minutes. 

Of course we took the chance and Kirsty sat down in the chair next to the incubator. I stood behind as baby Darcy was placed carefully into Kirsty's arms. 

'Hey Darcy. I'm your mummy and this is your daddy,' she whispered and Darcy's big brown eyes stared straight into Kirsty's. The machines started to beep and she gasped. 'Harry, whats happening?'

Nurses came rushing in and took Darcy from her arms. 'What's happening to my baby?' Kirsty screamed, but it was no use. We were told to leave and Kirsty resentfully obeyed. Her eyes were red and wet with tears, and the sight of her made me cry.

'Kirsty, lets go back to the room,' I guided her back to her room and laid her down on the bed. 'Shh... Shh. It's okay beautiful. Darcy will be okay. She just had enough of being out, that's all,' I smoothed her hair and tried my best to believe what I had just said. 

My baby girl is going to be okay isn't she?

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...