You're a falling star, you're the get away car. You're the line in the sand when I go too far. You're the swimming pool, on an August day. And you're the perfect thing to say. And you play it coy but it's kinda cute. Ah, when you smile at me you know exactly what you do. Baby don't pretend that you don't know it's true cause you can see it when I look at you.
The tension was unbearable. They lay there in complete and utter silence, wide awake, on opposite ends of the bed. He was nervously twiddling his fingers among the sheet, as he stared up at the ceiling, but Sophie however had gone for the 'Im fast asleep look'.

''I'm sorry Soph. I really am.''

''You've said that already Harry.'' Her eyes fluttered open, looking towards the other side of the bed, where Harry was already looking at her.

''But I need you to say it's okay. That you forgive me.'' She sighed, scooting closer to him, wrapping her hand round his neck.

''It's okay Harry. Your forgiven.'' She placed a light peck on his lips.

There a few moments of silence where neither moved or spoke. ''We should go out tomorrow.''

''Harry I'm so close to my due date, I'm fat, sweaty, nauseous and have constant back ache, we can go out once that babies born.'' He looked disheartened so Sophie decided to soften the blow.

''You can show your little girl off.'' She whispered into his ear. He smiled from ear to ear at the thought of his unborn child and soon nodded approvingly.

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3:28am.

Sophie shot up in bed, trying to ease the pain in her stomach, but it was no use. ''Harry.'' She whispered. Nothing.

''Harry!'' She shouted, loosing her patience, he shot up looking over at Sophie.

''I think the baby is coming.''

''What?! No it can't be, it's not her due date!''

''Little fact for you Harry, baby's are very rarely actually born on their due date.''

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''Calm down babe.'' Harry spoke as another contraction was brought on, when she entered the private hospital room. Suddenly she grabbed front of his white t-shirt and scrunched it up in her hands. ''I'm sorry, I must've been mistaken I thought I was the one who was about to push a human being out of me so excuse me for being a little high maintenance right now, but if it wasn't for you and your irresistible bloody hands we wouldn't be in this position.''

She crouched over on the edge of the bed, whilst Harry just smirked, rubbing her back comfortingly. ''What you smirking at curly?''

''Oh nothing. Just finding out that you think my hands are irresistible is quite funny .''

''You eg-- ouch!''

''Another contraction?'' Harry increased the pressure on her back.

''No, I just got stung by a bee.'' Sophie spoke sarcastically.

''Your sarcasm in this situation is admirable.''

''Please stop talking and tell that nurse to get her arse in here. I will sue!''

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''I can't do this anymore Harry. Please can you just do it for me.'' She removed the gas mask from her face momentarily. It was now late morning nearing on afternoonand still no sign of the baby. Even Harry was beginning to suffer, watching Sophie be in so much pain, and not being able to do anything about it.

''I could I would, love, c'mon the doctor said there's not long left now.''

But it was no use, Sophie was tired, and hysterical, there was no getting through to her.

Soon tears were spilling down her cheeks and she was gripping Harry's hand tightly.

''I'm so tired.'' She whispered, suffering badly.

All Harry could do was stroke her, and surprisingly, this helped, a lot, and she had calmed down.

''Okay Miss Abrielle.'' Yes, Abrielle, not Mrs Styles just yet. ''It's time.'' The nurse spoke. Oh shit, Sophie thought, I'm about to push a human out of me. I don't remember signing up for this part.

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10 hours after that rude awakening, Harry's encouraging words stopped, and so did Sophie's screams, instead they were replaced with the cries of a newborn baby. Their new born baby.

For the few seconds they were cleaning her up Harry managed to whisper ''You did great, beautiful, you did great.'' And placed a kiss on her sweaty forehead before the were interrupted by the midwife cradling their daughter.

''Would you like to hold her?'' She glanced at the pair.

''You go first.'' Sophie insisted.

''Are you sure.'' She nodded in reply.

And with that Harry was met with his daughter's face for the first time.

''Hello, gorgeous.'' He cradled her unable to avert his attention/. Every now and then Sophie would readjust the blanket so she could see her daughter and would stroke her cheek comfortingly.

''Have you thought of a name yet?'' The midwife asked as Harry reluctantly handed the baby over to her mother, barely looking up to the midwife. ''Yes, Sadie, Sadie Styles.'' Sophie spoke confidently, with Harry not playing with her ponytail which was resting on the pillow.

''Any middle names yet?''

''Annabella Rai. Sadie Annabella-Rai Styles.''