The Start of Something Beautiful
Welcome to the World, Little One
The concert scene was something I’d definitely miss after Darcy’s birth, well the first several months at least. The boys had a few shows at the O2 before they set off for yet another tour, thankfully staying in Europe, and I convinced Harry to let me come one night seeing as it would be my last for a while making me promise to stay practically attached to Preston in case I go into labor.
At nine months, I was practically waddling trying to get to the side of the stage to watch the show. I knew coming was a risk, seeing as Darcy could come any minute now, but it was a risk I was willing to take to see my husband and best friends perform one last time.
The concert had started and Preston was glued to my side making sure I was comfortable and hydrated at all times. I would barely move an inch and he’d jump up ready to go into action. He was smothering me to say the least, I knew Harry had made sure that he was alert at all times, only in his best interest for me.
Fans were screaming loudly for the boys as they sang out beautifully to the crowd. My smile grew wider as I heard Harry read a twitter question about Darcy.
"@1dloveeee: harry, are you excited to meet your little girl soon? :)" he read, dimples deepening on his cheeks as he looked over to me stroking my belly lovingly. "Ecstatic. I can’t wait."
As the boys answered more twitter questions, I felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen making me groan a bit. Preston looked down at me frazzled. “Are you okay?”
As soon as the pain came, it went away. I sighed in relief resting a hand on the top of my belly. “I’m fine.”
*
Halfway through the concert, I got another twinge of pain in the same area, this one lasting a little longer. I ignored it, not wanting to alarm Preston in case it was nothing to worry about.
Over the next hour, the pains kept coming and going every several minutes. The last one being the most painful, making me whimper out. Almost immediately after the pain ended, I felt a pop before wetness gushed down my bare legs. My eyes widened, I knew exactly what was happening now.
Preston wasn’t paying any attention to me for once, focusing soley on the fangirls trying to jump over the barricade that separated them from the boys.
"Um, Preston." I muttered through gritted teeth, another sharp pain coursed its way through my abdomen. His attention turned to me, almost hunched completely over in pain. He reached out for me to grasp his arms in support. "I need Harry. This baby is coming."
I looked out to the stage, Niall stared back, wide eyed as he obviously realized what was happening. He shuffled over to Harry whispering in his ear. I saw Harry’s eyes widen before he darted off stage and towards me.
"Um, there seems to be a little girl wanting to join the One Direction family." Liam announced to the crowd, making them scream in excitement.
Harry’s arm wrapped around my waist for support as Preston ran to get the car. “Alright baby, I want you to breath with me okay?”
He started mimicking how the Lamaze teacher had taught him to do when the time came. My breathing matched his, beginning to calm me down.
"Harry! The car is here!"
Harry helped me to the car, making sure I was securely in the passenger seat before he ran around to the driver’s seat. His hands were shaking as his gripped the wheel with one and mine with the other trying to get out of the venue. Paparazzi was held back as we came through the back gate to enter the London streets.
Thankfully, the pain had subsided long enough for the drive to the hospital. The midwife met us at the doors of the Maternity ward with a wheel chair ready to take us back to our room.
Harry was frantic, calling his mom and Robin, my parents, Gemma, and Des updating them on Darcy watch while the midwife helped me change into a gown. Thankfully, my parents had made the trip from the states two days ago just in case Darcy were to come.
"Baby, calm down. You’re stressing me out." I noted watching my husband pace around the room.
"I’m sorry love, it’s just that I’m so nervous. She’s actually coming, we’ll be parents."
I smiled, placing a hand on his cheek and gazing at him lovingly. “I know.”
*
The pain had intensified over the next few hours, making me feel like I could explode at any moment. I had only dilated two centimeters, still having seven or so to go.
My groaning filled the room as another contraction came, my nails digging into Harry’s arm that I’d been clinging to for the past hour. I’d never experienced pain so severe, this was a whole new feeling for me.
"You’re doing so good baby." Harry whispered brushing hair from my forehead, leaving a gentle kiss on the clammy skin.
*
After twenty-one hours of agony, I couldn’t take it anymore, my body couldn’t take it anymore.
"Do you need to sit up?"
I nodded quickly as Harry pulled me carefully so I was sitting up, legs thrown over the side. He settled in between my legs letting me nestle my face in the crook of his neck.
Another contraction hit me like a ton of bricks, making me cry into Harry’s neck and tighten my grip around his arms. This was the longest one yet, and the most painful.
"I can’t do it Harry. I can’t do it. I can’t, I can’t, I can’t." I was almost to the point of sobbing as he rubbed my back soothingly.
"Yes you can, you’re doing so amazing."
"It hurts so much." I whimpered, clinging to him hoping that it would somehow take it away.
"I know baby." His voice broke for a second. "I wish I could take it all away for you."
The contractions were extremely close now, the midwife declaring that it was time for me to push. Laying back on the bed, the team of nurses flooded into the room, preparing for Darcy’s arrival. Harry was at my side, our hands already clasped together, his forehead to pressed to the side of mine whispering sweet nothing’s into my ear.
"Alright I want you to count to three, and push as hard as you can." The midwife instructed.
Three came to soon, I clamped down onto Harry’s hand gritting my teeth, pushing with all my might. The pain I felt was indescribable, I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.
"Come on love, you can do it. Think about our baby girl, how much we’re going to love her and spoil her."
After what seemed like hours of pushing, the midwife announced that Darcy was finally crowning and that I should be prepared for an intense burning feel.
"One, two, three, push." Harry coached, kissing my head as I clamped down onto his hand again.
"You’re never touching me again!" I yelled out to my husband, who chuckled lightly.
I pushed, and I pushed, and I pushed only thinking of my baby girl. We were so ready for her to be here, so ready to love her. She would be the most perfect daughter, no matter what.
A tiny cry interrupted my thoughts, making me sigh happily knowing that my baby girl had came into the world.
Tears stung my eyes as the midwife announced, “Congratulations, it’s a girl.”
I turned my head to Harry, our lips meeting in a brief, but loving kiss. Our baby girl was placed on my chest, crying out to the world. Tears blurred my vision as I looked at the perfect little girl.
"Hi baby girl." Harry whispered kissing her tiny forehead, tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Mr. Styles? Would you like to cut the umbilical cord?"
Harry wiped his eyes, standing up to take the scissors offered by the midwife. She clamped down onto the cord waiting for him to cut. He smiled squeezing the scissors and cutting through the cord.
*
After Darcy was cleaned up and swaddled, the midwife brought her back to us smiling warmly. She was placed in my waiting arms, fitting perfectly. The little baby in my arms was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life, and she was mine.
“Darcy Anne Elizabeth Styles.”
At nine months, I was practically waddling trying to get to the side of the stage to watch the show. I knew coming was a risk, seeing as Darcy could come any minute now, but it was a risk I was willing to take to see my husband and best friends perform one last time.
The concert had started and Preston was glued to my side making sure I was comfortable and hydrated at all times. I would barely move an inch and he’d jump up ready to go into action. He was smothering me to say the least, I knew Harry had made sure that he was alert at all times, only in his best interest for me.
Fans were screaming loudly for the boys as they sang out beautifully to the crowd. My smile grew wider as I heard Harry read a twitter question about Darcy.
"@1dloveeee: harry, are you excited to meet your little girl soon? :)" he read, dimples deepening on his cheeks as he looked over to me stroking my belly lovingly. "Ecstatic. I can’t wait."
As the boys answered more twitter questions, I felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen making me groan a bit. Preston looked down at me frazzled. “Are you okay?”
As soon as the pain came, it went away. I sighed in relief resting a hand on the top of my belly. “I’m fine.”
*
Halfway through the concert, I got another twinge of pain in the same area, this one lasting a little longer. I ignored it, not wanting to alarm Preston in case it was nothing to worry about.
Over the next hour, the pains kept coming and going every several minutes. The last one being the most painful, making me whimper out. Almost immediately after the pain ended, I felt a pop before wetness gushed down my bare legs. My eyes widened, I knew exactly what was happening now.
Preston wasn’t paying any attention to me for once, focusing soley on the fangirls trying to jump over the barricade that separated them from the boys.
"Um, Preston." I muttered through gritted teeth, another sharp pain coursed its way through my abdomen. His attention turned to me, almost hunched completely over in pain. He reached out for me to grasp his arms in support. "I need Harry. This baby is coming."
I looked out to the stage, Niall stared back, wide eyed as he obviously realized what was happening. He shuffled over to Harry whispering in his ear. I saw Harry’s eyes widen before he darted off stage and towards me.
"Um, there seems to be a little girl wanting to join the One Direction family." Liam announced to the crowd, making them scream in excitement.
Harry’s arm wrapped around my waist for support as Preston ran to get the car. “Alright baby, I want you to breath with me okay?”
He started mimicking how the Lamaze teacher had taught him to do when the time came. My breathing matched his, beginning to calm me down.
"Harry! The car is here!"
Harry helped me to the car, making sure I was securely in the passenger seat before he ran around to the driver’s seat. His hands were shaking as his gripped the wheel with one and mine with the other trying to get out of the venue. Paparazzi was held back as we came through the back gate to enter the London streets.
Thankfully, the pain had subsided long enough for the drive to the hospital. The midwife met us at the doors of the Maternity ward with a wheel chair ready to take us back to our room.
Harry was frantic, calling his mom and Robin, my parents, Gemma, and Des updating them on Darcy watch while the midwife helped me change into a gown. Thankfully, my parents had made the trip from the states two days ago just in case Darcy were to come.
"Baby, calm down. You’re stressing me out." I noted watching my husband pace around the room.
"I’m sorry love, it’s just that I’m so nervous. She’s actually coming, we’ll be parents."
I smiled, placing a hand on his cheek and gazing at him lovingly. “I know.”
*
The pain had intensified over the next few hours, making me feel like I could explode at any moment. I had only dilated two centimeters, still having seven or so to go.
My groaning filled the room as another contraction came, my nails digging into Harry’s arm that I’d been clinging to for the past hour. I’d never experienced pain so severe, this was a whole new feeling for me.
"You’re doing so good baby." Harry whispered brushing hair from my forehead, leaving a gentle kiss on the clammy skin.
*
After twenty-one hours of agony, I couldn’t take it anymore, my body couldn’t take it anymore.
"Do you need to sit up?"
I nodded quickly as Harry pulled me carefully so I was sitting up, legs thrown over the side. He settled in between my legs letting me nestle my face in the crook of his neck.
Another contraction hit me like a ton of bricks, making me cry into Harry’s neck and tighten my grip around his arms. This was the longest one yet, and the most painful.
"I can’t do it Harry. I can’t do it. I can’t, I can’t, I can’t." I was almost to the point of sobbing as he rubbed my back soothingly.
"Yes you can, you’re doing so amazing."
"It hurts so much." I whimpered, clinging to him hoping that it would somehow take it away.
"I know baby." His voice broke for a second. "I wish I could take it all away for you."
The contractions were extremely close now, the midwife declaring that it was time for me to push. Laying back on the bed, the team of nurses flooded into the room, preparing for Darcy’s arrival. Harry was at my side, our hands already clasped together, his forehead to pressed to the side of mine whispering sweet nothing’s into my ear.
"Alright I want you to count to three, and push as hard as you can." The midwife instructed.
Three came to soon, I clamped down onto Harry’s hand gritting my teeth, pushing with all my might. The pain I felt was indescribable, I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.
"Come on love, you can do it. Think about our baby girl, how much we’re going to love her and spoil her."
After what seemed like hours of pushing, the midwife announced that Darcy was finally crowning and that I should be prepared for an intense burning feel.
"One, two, three, push." Harry coached, kissing my head as I clamped down onto his hand again.
"You’re never touching me again!" I yelled out to my husband, who chuckled lightly.
I pushed, and I pushed, and I pushed only thinking of my baby girl. We were so ready for her to be here, so ready to love her. She would be the most perfect daughter, no matter what.
A tiny cry interrupted my thoughts, making me sigh happily knowing that my baby girl had came into the world.
Tears stung my eyes as the midwife announced, “Congratulations, it’s a girl.”
I turned my head to Harry, our lips meeting in a brief, but loving kiss. Our baby girl was placed on my chest, crying out to the world. Tears blurred my vision as I looked at the perfect little girl.
"Hi baby girl." Harry whispered kissing her tiny forehead, tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Mr. Styles? Would you like to cut the umbilical cord?"
Harry wiped his eyes, standing up to take the scissors offered by the midwife. She clamped down onto the cord waiting for him to cut. He smiled squeezing the scissors and cutting through the cord.
*
After Darcy was cleaned up and swaddled, the midwife brought her back to us smiling warmly. She was placed in my waiting arms, fitting perfectly. The little baby in my arms was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life, and she was mine.
“Darcy Anne Elizabeth Styles.”
Notes
And Miss Darcy is here! I really had fun writing this one! My luck, this would happen to me, going into labor at a concert and all. But anyways, I hope you like it!Also, I have never given birth nor have I gone into labor, so I’m sorry if this isn’t as accurate as it could be, I did my best!
All of your kind words are much appreciated! I love hearing what you guys think, it motivates me to keep writing and updating more. So keep the feedback coming!
If you have an idea for the series, please feel free to tell me!
Stay tuned for part eight: Isn’t She Lovely?
