Harry was in a fit of anger. His fists were banging up against the wall in the bathroom I had managed to pull him into to keep Liam from seeing him. If they were to see each other, then I knew deep down that the result would be disastrous. I was feeling pains in my stomach, but I kept myself from telling Harry. I just had to let him scream out his anger.
“Who the hell does he think he is?!” He demanded, yelling at the ceiling like it had the answers that he was looking for.
“Harry, please calm down,” I begged. I tried to put my hands towards him, but he shoved them away.
“He has no right to say those things!” He screamed. His tantrum was just getting worse by the second.
Watching Harry’s face turn deep red was terrifying. This was a boy who never got angry for anything. He got angry one time, and that was when Chance was being an asshole enough to deserve it. The room was getting dull. I had to get out of there. My mind was in five hundred places. Mainly, I thought about Kayla, and how her birthday was going to be ruined by a temper tantrum.
“Harry, I know you’re mad, but listen to me!” I demanded. “This is Kayla’s first birthday without our mom! Even if what Liam said wasn’t right, you have no right to ruin her birthday with anger!”
“I’ll be pissed off if I want, dammit! He is..or was my friend! How could he do that?” His eyes were watering.
“Don’t ask me,” I answered.
His head shot up, and he moved closer to me. “You can’t leave me for him. Please.” His arms were on my hips. Those green eyes that I adored so much were glazed over with anger and fear. I felt my body tremble. The aches got worse.
“I never said I would leave you,” came from my lips.
“I would lose my mind if you were to leave. I would go insane. He doesn’t know us. He doesn’t get what we have,” Harry’s voice was deep and scary. “I out to beat the hell out of him.”
“Don’t do that!” I said. There was still a band to keep up. Even the dumbest person in the world would know that a feud between members would end in a catastrophe.
Harry looked at me with a puzzled look. “Are you defending Liam, Mitchie?”
I shook my head, even shocked he’d say that. “No, why would you say that?”
“You told me not to ‘Do that.’ Why in the fuck would you tell me that? You didn’t say that when Chance tried to put his hands on you,” he said his explanation.
“Chance is a different story,” stated I.
“How?”
“Chance tried to rape me in England without me even knowing! What has Liam done that bad? Nothing! You’re also in a band with him. You fuck that up, and you lose everything,” I told him. Being honest and brutal was the only option to me right now. It killed me to be so rude to him, but I knew I had to.
Harry didn’t have anything to say. His face was staring at the tile on the floor. His lips were moving, but no sound came out of the lips on his face. Small talk wasn’t on his mind. A simple debate wasn’t either. All he wanted to do was show Liam who was in which place. I couldn’t tell him no, but I didn’t want to watch Liam walk out of here with a bloody nose and a busted lip if the paparazzi were to arrive. It was just us three in the house, and it would be that way for about another hour. Never did I ever think I would hold them down long enough for Zayn to bring peace to them.
That’s what I needed at the moment. I had to get Zayn on the phone and talk to Harry. He always knew what to do. After that, maybe Louis could help keep Harry calm. Niall or Perrie either one would be able to explain to Liam that what he was saying wasn’t true. Maybe they could tell him he was lying to himself.
Terrified was the perfect adjective for how I was feeling right now. I didn’t know what Harry would do to Liam. It was hard to imagine, but easy at the same time. I saw him beat Chance until he couldn’t breathe nearly. I didn’t know if he’d take mercy on Liam because he was his friend, or if anger would command his body.
“You honestly think that my reputation to others matters to me?” He asked me.
“I know it does, Harry. I’ve seen you. I’ve seen how it hurts you when someone said something negative. I know that you’re sensitive, but hide it. This angry, tough guy isn’t you. Stop pretending,” I begged. Even though, deep down, I knew that begging did no good.
“I tough it out! I don’t pretend, Mitchie!” He cried out.
My hands went to fists, “You’re not going to hurt him!”
“Watch me!” He snapped.
“Then watch me leave!” I snapped back. I slammed the door shut.
My pain grew worse and worse. But my first priority was finding Liam and getting him out of the house. Quickly, I began to search the house for Liam. Harry just couldn’t get to him first. I picked up the pace and ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I never heard Harry racing after me. I wouldn’t stop to see if he was or wasn’t though. I had to get to Liam.
I stopped midway in the upstairs hallway. “Liam!” I called. I received no answer, so I kept on running. Once again, my stomach pains stopped me from running at full throttle.
I was at the end of the hallway downstairs no. I opened each door. “LIAM!” I yelled out of breath. I was too exhausted and in pain to move on anymore. I looked around. I shouldn’t have been that tired running just about a minute.
Right when I was about to shut my eyes, I saw Liam’s figure come out of the basement. He saw me lying on the ground, and dropped what he had in his hand. “Mitchie!” he called and ran over.
His hand was under my head, propping it up. He kept asking me why I was calling his name. I couldn’t answer. I kept coming in and out of consciousness. Finally, I heard him yell for Harry’s name. He came outside, and the very first sound out of his mouth was, “WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!?” Then, it all was black.
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Ambulance sirens were blaring in my ears. My eyes were barely able to open, but they opened just enough to see Harry and Liam holding each of my hands as the background jumped with each pothole and crack on the road. I turned my head and saw a young male who was asking Harry questions that seemed to disturb him.
“Why can’t you do something?” He screamed at him.
“Sir, we’re doing what we can. This isn’t a fully equipped hospital. I need to know what made her fall,” he kept saying.
I blacked out again as Liam cried and said. “She was trying to find me and went out of breath.”
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*HARRY’S P.O.V*
I sat in the chair closest to the room they put her in. My nose kept sniffing with each half minute. Liam sat next to me doing the same motion. He was in a complete nervous breakdown. A nearby nurse wanted him to see a doctor here, but he refused politely and told her that he was just worried about his friend.
I didn’t look at him hardly. I blamed him for Mitchie being here. The baby wasn’t due for another month and a half. He was supposed to come when the spring flowers were about to bloom. Now, he would be born in the cold, harsh winter. I locked my hands together and rocked back and forth.
With each passing minute, I grew more worried. The doctor said he didn’t know how well our baby would be. He told me the last time we had an ultra sound that he was a little behind. He told me that he was just two and a half pounds. I begged and pleaded to know if it was something that had happened. I mean, he was so close to due date. He couldn’t be that behind, could he? I was wrong.
What I was told was that the fluid around the embryo was drying up and it was making her experience pain, Her body was evaporating the fluid that protected him. They had to do an emergency cesarean section. The doctor tried to calm me down by saying these things were commonly done to mothers. It wouldn’t be too bad. They were concerned with the baby’s well being. Now, they had both lives at risk. That scared me more than anything.
“Do you think she’s going to make it?” Liam asked me after 3 hours of pure silence between us. I looked at the others that sat across from us. Perrie’s makeup was smeared as she held tightly to Kayla. Zayn’s arms were around her. Louis and Niall tried comforting Cierra.
I shook my head to bring me back. “Of course,” I said, looking up at him. “Mitchie is a fighter. That’s what she’s done her whole life. My beautiful fighter. She will live. So will my boy.”
Liam moved his head away from me. His shoulders shook. I saw tears coming from his eyes. “I love her, Harry.”
I wanted to kill him for saying that. Because I knew he loved her like I did. He was completely in love with everything about her. I wouldn’t share her with him. Not after what it took to get her. But I also knew that it was impossible to hate that girl. She was perfection. Everything about her made me feel like a different person. Her eyes, her smile, those dimples she got when she smiled hard enough.
Who wouldn’t fall in love with a girl like Mitchie? She had it all. The only issue was that she didn’t see it. She was blinded by fear and pain. Now, she was lying in a room because of the same reasons. I was debating whether or not to call her father. I knew she hated him, so I chose not to. Liam had told me to, but I declined.
“I know you do,” I finally answered him. “But let’s get this straight, Liam.”
“What?” he asked.
I turned to face him. “Mitchie is my girl. I plan to propose to her. I will marry her. You may think that you love her more than anyone ever could, but just remember that the percentage you believe you love her, I love her ten thousand times more that that. We have a family now. Nothing will change that.”
He sat there motionless for a few minutes, and then answered, “I see.” He looked down.
The nurse came out of the room, “Mr. Styles…your son is here.”
I jumped up and looked at everyone. They all nodded to me except Liam, he just sat there looking down. Tears hitting the ground. I nodded to her and walked in the room. Sitting there was my beautiful girl. She held our boy in her arms. She was crying tears of joy. I looked at her with tears welding in mine as she looked up.
“It’s a boy, baby. He’s finally here.”
“What should we name him?” I asked as I walked over to her.
“How about Luke? Luke Styles?” She asked.
“It’s perfect.” I smiled. I held her tight and kissed her lips while she held our son. Soon, forever would start.

THE END

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