Harry’s POV
Anything but death. Anything but death. Anything but death… I repeated to myself. The doctor sighed and brought his head up.

“I have good news… and I have bad news,” he said. “The good news is Ms. Mattingly is fine. She just has a small fracture in her rib. No biggy. She’ll be a little sore from where we had to bind up her chest, but other than that she’s okay.”

I sighed in relief as most of the others did. Thank you, whoever was listening to my prayers. Of course there’s still…

“What’s the bad news?” Zayn asked. That. There’s still that.

“The bad news is, the baby.” I froze up. This is all my fault. Our baby is dead, and it’s all my fault. “It survived,” I lied; thank the heavens, “but there is a big chance that it will be deformed when he or she is born. I’m very sorry; there isn’t anything we can do, and the chance for it surviving is minimal.”

Stupid! This is all my fault! Our baby isn’t dead yet, but it’s still likely. If I hadn’t left the room, Harmony would never have left. I still don’t even know what happened.

“Can we see her?” I asked. Maybe Harmony would tell us.

“By all means, but only three at a time. Just call for a nurse if you need anything. Her room is the third on the left.” The doctor left to go talk to another family. We decided that Louis, Zayn, and I would go first.

I paused as I reached to open the door. What if she doesn’t want to see me? I have to make it up to her and our baby. I’ll do anything to keep them both safe.

As we walked into the room, we could here sobbing from the bed. Harmony had her head down, and her knees were pulled up to her chest as she cried. Louis and Zayn walked over to her, sat down, and put their arms around her.

“Don’t cry Har. You don’t need to cry. Everything is going to be all right,” Louis said.

Harmony’s POV
DEFORMED. MINIMAL SURVIVAL. SCARCE CHANCE OF LIVING. The doctor’s rang through my head repeatedly. Replays of the event ran through my mind. Everything wrong in my life ran through my mind leaving me with sad thoughts. I wasn’t processing anything really, just trying to clear my mind, but nothing I do will help me.

I curled up into a ball and cried my heart out. As much as it pained my chest, tears flowed freely down my face as my mind was clouded with unwanted thoughts.

I felt two sets of arms wrap around me on either side. “Don’t cry Har. You don’t need to cry. Everything is going to be all right,” I hear Louis say. How can everything be all right when I’m sitting in a hospital crying over my deformed, scarce chance of living child?

“No it’s not. I’m carrying a 3-month along deformed baby. Nothing is all right. Harry doesn’t even want it. What does it matter?” I said angrily to my knees. I don’t want them to see me crying. I look horrific with my make up running patterns down my face. I look space threw up on me from my eye shadow.

“Calm down, Harmony. We’re here for you. Would you mind telling us what happened?” Zayn asked.

I contemplated on telling them. If I don’t, they will make me talk about it eventually. I sighed, “After I told Harry I was pregnant, he walked out of the room slamming the door. I took the back entrance to go home. I was taking a short cut through an alley, but a man was there. I tried to get away, and screamed rape, but the guy punched my stomach. I fell to the ground and he repeatedly kicked my ribs and my stomach. I was crying. I heard faint sirens and footsteps leaving the scene. I blacked out, and the police found me. Now, here I am.” I cried even louder as I told the story. It hurt my ribs, but I didn’t care. I had no ice cream and crying also helps me with my feelings and stuff.

“It’s okay. Would you want to talk to Harry about it? He feels really bad about walking out. He just wanted you to have told him sooner.”

“Well, he could have talked to me instead of walking out!” I said loudly. I calmed myself down as I realized that I didn’t want to raise a child alone. I wanted Harry to be there to support me. I want him to be the one holding me. I want this baby to know his father, even if for only a short period of time. Most of all, I just want Harry back.

I noticed that only one set of arms was around me now. They didn’t match Louis or Zayn’s arms. I could smell the strong familiar cologne fill my lungs. I looked up finally when the door clicked shut. Harry was sitting next to me. I looked into his now dull emerald eyes filled with pain and sorrow. He must have been here the entire time, listening, hearing every word I spoke.

“Harry…”

“Harmony, I know you probably hate me right now, but I just want you to know-” he started, but I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. I missed the feeling of his soft and tender lips. I missed his warm and loving embrace, and I missed him over all.

“Harry, you may think I’m mad at you, but you’re wrong. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I didn’t want you to worry about it while on tour, and I didn’t want to live on thinking you wouldn’t want it if I did tell you. I really need you Harry. I don’t want to raise this child alone.”

“You won’t have to, because I’ll be there, by your side, at all times. Plus, he or she has five more uncles and four more aunts to take car of it, and no matter how long he or she lives, I will love them until the day I die.”

“Thank you Harry, but there is one more thing…”

“What’s that?”

“You haven’t officially asked me to be your girlfriend again,” I whisper. He chuckles, and he moves back a little to look at me properly.

“Will you go out with me?”

I think about it for a second. “Go out where?” I ask looking around. He chuckles.

“Let me rephrase that. Will you, Harmony, be my girlfriend… again?”

“No,” I said.

“What? Why not?” Harry started to freak out.

“Sorry, I just wanted to see your reaction if I said that. Priceless!” I laughed at his facial expression. “I would love to be your girlfriend, Harry.”

“Good, because you nearly gave me a heart attack. Not funny.” I hugged him before Louis entered the room smiling like crazy. “Boobear! What did I say about eavesdropping?”

“How could I not though? You guys are so cute. Now Harry, get out. Other people want their turn too.” I laughed at the two. I kissed Harry one last time before he was dragged out of the room by a very annoyed Louis. Liam, Eleanor, and Dani entered the room next.

“OMG, Har! We were so worried about you! Lou and Zayn told us what happened. I can’t believe the people these days. I’m so glad you’re okay! You and Harry are so cute together,” El said when she entered.

“Hello, Harmony,” Liam said.

“Hey guys, so I’m guessing you were all eavesdropping with Louis.”

“Yup,” Dani said. “And I bring great news!”

“From the Showcase?” I asked suddenly excited.

Dani nodded. “While you were missing, you and I were offered an incredible job. I haven’t signed because I wanted to check with you first.”

“Get on with it Dani. The more you drag on, the more my heart races, and the more my heart races, the more my ribs hurt.”

“Disney, Paris wants us to dance for them! We work 7 days a week almost all day. We would be able to explore the park between performances. We are wanted to dance in parades and other stuff like that. It’s an amazing offer for the both of us!”

“You’re kidding, right? I’ve always wanted to work at Disneyland, and in Paris too?!?! Of course we’re saying yes! When do we start?”

“They want us to start on April 8th. I am so excited right now.”

“Me too, but what about… this,” I said waving my arms around my stomach.

“We have a meeting with them after school ends officially next Friday. We’ll ask about it then.”