Back To Reality(Sequal to I'm Just A Loser)

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Description: Harrys cancer was all a nightmare in his coma. Thank god he wasn't actually dead. Now he has to make up 5 years of his life. He has to snap 'Back To Reality'


2. Chapter 52

Chapter 52- 

*Emilys POV*

(5 months later)

"HARRY!!" I yell out of the bathroom.
"Are you ok babe." He runs in.
I smile widely.
"Why are you so happy?" He laughs.
"Your gonna be father to a little kid agian." 
"I am?" He's shocked.
"I'm pregnate." I smile wider. 
Harry picked me up and spun me around. He lowered his head to my stomach. 
"Hello there Harry Jr." 
"That's all you've got." I mock.
"Yeah." He laughs. 
"Just what we need another Harry." I laugh.
"Heyyyyy." He crosses his arms like a little kid.
"DARCY" I scream.
"Coming mommy." Her little feet stomp down the hall.
"What? Mommy I'm getting scared." 
"Really!?" He eyes widen.
She does and happy dance with Harry. 

(4 months later)

Little Harold Jr. (Yes I took the name Harry wanted me too) is sitting in my stomach right now. 
It's April 9th it's close to the day he's suppose to be born. It's also Darcy's birthday. 
Then I started to get contractions and the couch became wet.
"Harry I think my water broke." I say.
He has his dimpled smile on his face. He's happy and I know it.
"C'mon Darcy." He yells. 
Her little feet slide into her shoes. 
We got into the car.
"Where are we going?" 
"It's a surprise." Harry smiles back at Darcy. 
We arrived at the hospital and a good 2 hours later Harold Edward Styles Jr. Was born. 
"I'm sorry I didn't get to give you anything for your birthday." I coo to Darcy. 
I know she's six but what ever.
"I don't need a present. Cause I already got it." She points to Harold.
Harry took baby Harold to his own arms.
"Hi there cutie." He cooed, "I'm daddy." 
He messed with Harold for a while and then we decided to put him in the little bed that they get pushed around in. 

(1 hour later)

"Mr. And mrs. Styles do you mind if we talk?" The doctor came in. 
"Don't mind at all." Harry stands up from the chair next to the hospital bed. 
"So baby Harold. He's not a fully developed baby. He's early . A little to early." She clears her throught, "we're afraid he's not gonna make it..." 
Those words killed my heart.

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