"This is weird," Harry says. He takes my hand as we walk through the halls of the hospital.

"Why?"

"Because we don't actually know these people."

"I know them. Well, I know him," I clarify, shrugging my shoulders as I hit the button for the elevator. I smile up at him and he shakes his head a little when the doors slide open.

"Is that supposed to convince me?"

I just laugh as the doors close behind us, leaning back against the wall. Harry stands in front of me, his hands on either side of my head as he leans forward towards me. This jealous side of him is fun for me because it's so amusing to play with it. But this is also how he plays with me; he knows how to make my mind go all fuzzy with his lips so close and his scent and the spearmint on his breath that never seems to go away.

"We helped each other," I tell him.

"Mhmm." He presses his lips to my jaw and I sigh. "How did he help you?"

"We waited together," I remind him breathlessly. He presses another kiss to my jawline, closer to my mouth. "We were there for each other."

"I'm here for you."

"You were unconscious at the time."

He hums again and his lips press to the corner of my mouth. The elevator dings as we get to our floor and he steps back, smirking at me and lacing our fingers together again. Good thing I didn't drop the flowers we brought.

"It just had to be a young guy you turned to," he says, shaking his head. "Why not a wrinkled old lady?"

"He's married," I tell him for the zillionth time. "The person he needed the comfort for was his wife."

"And don't you forget it," he says, tugging me closer. I just laugh as he puts his arm around my shoulders, kissing my temple. At least today it's a cute, fun type of jealous. Dark and menacing isn't my favourite version of the man I love.

When we get to their room, which I'd been to once before, Will is sitting in his chair with his feet up on his wife's bed, some kind of device in front of him, both of them laughing much too hard. When she sees me she hits his foot so he stops, and then points to us. At first he seems confused, but when I wave to him he smiles and comes right over to hug me.

"Savannah, it's so good to see you!" he says happily. He steps back and I squeeze Harry's hand to comfort him a little. "Last time wasn't so fun, if I'm honest."

"I know," I agree. "You weren't a very happy person."

"Well, Steph is awake now so I'm feeling pretty good." He turns and holds his hand out. "Hi, I'm Will. You must be Harry."

"Yeah, that's me." Harry shakes his hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Glad to see you're up and about," Will says happily. Harry just nods in response; good thing I already told Will on the phone that he'd be like this. He turns and walks over to the bed where his wife is laying. "And this is my wife, Stephanie."

"So you're the infamous Savannah from the waiting room," she says. I laugh and nod, walking over to shake her hand. "I have to say, I'm really glad you were there that day. Not that I'm glad you were in surgery," she says to Harry, "But I'm glad you were there with Will."

"Really?"

"Hell yeah. Will was an absolute wreck when I had to get three stitches on my finger." She laughs and holds his hand. "I'm sure he was in pretty rough shape."

"I wasn't that bad," he says.

"Yeah, you were," I laugh. "You were a mess."

"So were you!" he defends.

"Yeah, but I managed to contain myself a little bit."

"Whatever," he says playfully, rolling his eyes.

"You've been here a long time," Harry says suddenly. "It's been more than two weeks since I got out."

"Yeah," he says. "Well, I shattered my...that bone in my shin. Whatever that's called. Anyway, I'm going to be here for a few more days just so they're sure it's healing right."

"Shit," Harry says. "Shattered doesn't sound fun."

"At least I still have all my organs," she fires back. I laugh and look back at Harry, who's half smiling and folding his arms.

"Fair enough."

"So, we could all have dinner maybe?" Will suggests. "It'd have to be hospital food, though."

"I'll come with you," I volunteer. Harry winks at me as I walk by him with Will. I hope he won't feel too weird alone with this woman we both just met. Oh well.

"You guys seem happy," Will says suddenly. It's a little surprising...I mean, we're friends but we've only spent a limited amount of time together. "Sorry, I know that's a little weird coming from your brand new friend from the surgical waiting room."

"No," I laugh. "It's fine. We are. You guys do, too. Classic newlyweds."

"Yeah," he laughs. "I can't help it. She's so incredible, and now that I almost lost her I just feel like...I don't know. Could be so much worse, you know?"

"Yeah, I do. If Harry hadn't been brought here....I have no idea where he'd be now."

"Do you still not know how he got here?"

I shake my head. "No. At first I was desperate to find out, but after that I was just happy he was alive. He doesn't want to know, so I'm not going to obsess over it."

"Do you ever just stare at him?"

"What?" I laugh.

"Like...I have these moments where I'm thinking about how I could have lost her...and then I just want to stare at her for ages. She gets mad, though." He laughs and I can see how much he loves her in his eyes. It's the way Harry looks at me. "She thinks it's creepy."

"It is."

"Well whatever. I can't help it. I told her I want to have kids."

"What!" I put my hand on his arm and he stops walking, a giant smile on his face. "You just got married like...two months ago. I mean, it's amazing to have kids but are you sure?"

"Yeah, we've been together for two years and I'm ready. When I thought I would never have it with her I realized how much I want a life with her and maybe it's soon, but it's going to be amazing."

"Wow." I hug him and he sounds like he's trying not to cry. I can't imagine how scared he was when he thought he'd lose her. "That's amazing, Will. I'm so happy for you, that everything's working out."

"Thanks." He pulls back and keeps walking, discretely trying to cover his almost-tears.

"What did Steph say?"

"She laughed. She thought I was kidding at first," he says, laughing at the memory. "But then she realized I was serious and she said she'd think about it. We talked about kids, but we thought we'd wait a few years and travel or something."

"Take it from me, you won't get a lot of time for that kind of stuff after you have a baby," I tell him. "It's amazing, though. I love my baby."

"Was it scary?"

"Well...yeah. I mean, I was nineteen when I got pregnant and I didn't even know if I ever wanted kids. Harry made it easier, though."

"How so?"

"Well, when someone is that excited it's hard not to join in," I explain.

"Maybe we'll end up with one that's the same age," Will says, pushing at my shoulder. "How fun would that be!"

"Unless your wife is already pregnant I seriously doubt that."

"This is your last one?"

"I didn't really plan either of my two kids," I say, laughing a little. "I haven't really thought about more." More seems like a lot.

"Alright, let's see what the least horrible thing they have here is."

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"Baby, wake up." Harry puts his hand on my leg and I roll my head towards the door where he's standing. "We're home."

"I'm sleeping," I whisper. He chuckles.

"Alright." He slides his arms under my body and lifts me out of the car with ease, my hands winding around his neck as he carries me towards the building. People are probably staring, but I'm far too tired to care.

"You had fun," I conclude in the elevator.

"They're nice. It might be fun to hang out with another couple."

"Niall will be so jealous."

He just laughs. Harry's been calling his family almost every day since we talked and it seems to be helping. He knows they're okay and that they're being careful, and none of them have even seen his father so that's a good sign. It makes him feel better to talk to them, so as long as he's happy.

"Okay, I'm sorry." He sets me down and puts his hands on his lower back, arching it and pushing his chest out a bit. "I can't carry you for that long anymore."

"Yeah. I'm too fat."

"No," he laughs. "I'm too old."

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah. Time to face the facts. You're dating an old man."

We step out of the elevator and he sets his arm over my shoulders. Harry is almost thirty, but that doesn't make him old. I am, however, actually getting fat. That's the real problem here. I really don't want to get fat. Definitely the worst part about being pregnant.

When we get inside Niall is asleep on the couch with Sophie sitting in front of him watching an episode of Dora. That girls voice makes me want to punch something. If I could climb into the TV and tie her to a cannon and throw her into the sparkling river or the blue lake or whatever the fuck they call that stuff, then I totally would.

I think this pregnancy is making me aggressive.

"Sophie, why are you awake?" Harry asks. She immediately raises her arms and he picks her up.

"Daddy, me sleepy." She rubs her eye and lays her head on his shoulder. He smiles at me and kisses her head, placing his other hand on her back.

"Okay, baby. Let's go to sleep."

"Niall." I shake his shoulder and he groans. "Niall, we're back."

"What?" he jolts up and almost smacks my head with his. "Shit, sorry. Was I asleep?"

"Yes, you idiot. You're lucky my kid is alive," I tease, poking his chest. He just laughs it off the way I would expect him to and I sit next to him. He shifts a bit and starts fidgeting in an awkward way that's for un-Niall and it makes me smile. "Niall."

"Yeah?"

"Something on your mind?"

"Nope."

"Niall."

"Okay, fine. There's this woman that's been coming to the bar pretty regularly."

"And...you're worried she's an alcoholic?" I guess. He rolls his eyes at me and shakes his head. "You like her."

"Well, no. I don't really know her. But I do want to ask her out. I mean, she comes to the bar and gets water and a burger every time. And the food at my bar is shit, so we know she doesn't just love the burger," he says, waving his hands around like a lunatic.

"So ask her out," I tell him simply. "Not that hard."

"You're annoying when you're pregnant," he grumbles, standing from the couch. "Sorry I fell asleep. I'm going home."

"Okay," I laugh. "Thank you! For sort of watching her."

"Any time," he calls, not looking back as he walks out. Niall is like family to us now. He spends a lot of time over here and always offers to watch Sophie for us. He's like a brother to Harry and I and even when he's asleep half the time, I'd trust him with my child's life in a heartbeat.

"We have a doctor's appointment tomorrow," I tell Harry when he emerges from Sophie's room. He nods and looks around as he comes to sit next to me. "Niall left."

"I'm exhausted," he says, rubbing his hands over his face. "Do you want to be old and boring tonight and go to bed early?"

"I'm tired, too." He stands and turns off all the lights while we make our way to our room. "I don't want to sleep yet, though."

"No?" I follow when he goes straight to the bathroom, shaking my head in the mirror. He pulls of his t-shirt and tosses it in the hamper, reaching for his toothbrush. "What then?"

"Well I'm already starting to get huge, so we should make out for a while since soon I won't be able to be on top at all."

He chuckles, not responding while he brushes his teeth. I decide to do the same thing after pulling off my top in the same way he did. His wide eyes almost make me laugh out loud because I know he's surprised by how big my breasts are already. I'm popping out of my bra. The baby bump kills the effect a little, but what can you do?

Harry leans against the vanity when he's finished, arms crossed over his chest. My heart is quite obviously pounding but my actions are as casual as possible. Once I've removed my makeup he slides his hand over my belly, hooking around my waist and pulling me towards him. My hands automatically rest on his chest, slowly sliding up to the back of his neck. Just as he's about to kiss me I feel something in my stomach and it makes me jump back from him a little.

"What? What's wrong?" His brow furrows in the adorable way it does when he's worried and my eyes are wide.

"The baby-" I start, but he doesn't let me finish.

"Are you okay? You feel weird? Hang on, sit down and I'll call the doctor. Maybe we should go to the hospital," he says, pulling me out of the bathroom.

"No," I laugh, pulling him to a stop. "Not a bad thing."

"Then what?" he asks.

"I think-oh!" My hands go to my stomach and I look down at it. "She's kicking!"

"What!" he exclaims. I reach for his hands and put them on my belly, waiting for it to happen. Harry is staring at my stomach like it's a bomb about to explode. "Why isn't she doing it anymore?"

"I don't know." I'm not a baby expert. "Maybe-"

"Shit!" he says, laughing a little. "Baby, did you feel that?"

"Yeah, she's sort of inside me," I remind him, laughing with him. He grins at my stomach like a little kid and moves his hands around a little. "Wow, that's so crazy."

"It's amazing," he says quietly. Suddenly there's lot's of movement and it makes me grunt a little.

"She's kicking so much!" Harry laughs and I place my hands over his in a weird attempt to try to make the baby calm down a little. It's a really weird feeling but it's so amazing to know that she's in there. Or he.

"I love you." When I look back up at Harry he's smiling at me, all the love and excitement in his eyes probably mirrored in mine. "I love you so much, Savannah."

"Kiss me," I breathe. In a second his lips are on mine and I remove my hands from my stomach to place them on either side of Harry's face. He walks backwards towards the bed, but instead of falling back like he normally would he sits down, then brings me to sit down. But no.

"Babe," he laughs when I try to make him lay down. "What if we squish her?"

"Harry, you're supposed to have sex when you're pregnant. They make the uterus to support someone being on top of it."

"You just made all of that up."

"Maybe," I concede. He laughs and finally lays on his back, letting me position myself over him. "But I think it makes sense."

He smiles against my lips but doesn't argue anymore. I don't see this going too far though, because we're both clearly exhausted and neither one is making any moves to take it further than kissing. Damn pregnancy. Just kidding, I'm too excited about the baby to be mad. But then someone knocks on our door and ruins every chance.

"What the hell?" Harry mutters, out of breath. I groan and roll off him, laying on my back. Harry gets up and goes to see who it is. It's not that late, but it's still past the time where people should be showing up on our doorstep. I grab one of Harry's shirts from the pile on the dresser and head out to see who's here, but first I'm greeted by Harry yelling.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he shouts. "How are you even out of the UK?"

"I need your help."

I make it around the corner to see Harry standing in a very tense position, hands balled into fists as he stares at a man that I've never seen before. He's got dark grey-black hair and clearly hasn't shaved in a while. He looks very unkempt and when he notices me I want to crawl back to my bedroom and lock the door.

"Harry?" At my voice he spins around, anger in his eyes that isn't meant for me, I'm sure. "What's going-"

"Go to our room," he says firmly. "I'll be there in a minute."

"Don't be so rude," the man says. "Let me meet your wife."

"No chance in hell," Harry seethes. "Now get the fuck out of here before I call the cops."

"Don't be like that, son."

Son?!

"I'm not going to ask you again," Harry says in a dangerous tone. "I'm not seventeen anymore. Trust me when I say you don't want me to beat your ass out the front door."

"You're the reason I'm in this mess!" the man shouts suddenly.

"No, you're a useless piece of shit that does nothing but cause problems."

"I know you've got money," he says. He points to me and my skin crawls. "I know she's rich."

"What the fuck did you say?" Harry asks.

"I need money. Not much, maybe twenty thousand-"

Before he can finish Harry's got his fists around the man's collar, shoving him across the hallway and against the other wall. I rush over to try to pry them apart, and the shock on the mans' face is priceless.

"You've got a lot of nerve," Harry spits angrily. "Don't ever talk about her. Don't even fuckin' look at her. You're getting no where near my family, trust me when I say that."

"But-"

Harry brings him away from the wall and slams hi into it again to shut him up. And it works. And I'm a little scared.

"Harry," I whimper.

"Get the fuck out," Harry says viciously. "Do not come back here. If I see your face anywhere in this city I'm going to make sure no one ever sees it again. You're worthless, a waste of space. If you thought I would ever help you with anything then you're clearly fucked up on drugs again. I will never help you."

Harry brings him away from the wall and shoves him down the hallway, pointing his finger at him. He's intimidating, let me tell you. The man that I assume now is his father actually looks terrified.

"Stay the fuck away from us. That includes Mum and Gemma. Just do everyone a favour and disappear. You're a disgusting waste of space and if I never see your face again it'll be too soon."

"Harry-"

"Shut the fuck up!" Harry shouts. Okay. Now people are going to start waking up.

"Harry," I whisper, putting my hand on his arm. He relaxes a little but doesn't take his eyes off the m an. "Come on, let's just go inside."

"Get the fuck out of here," Harry spits at him. "Don't come near me or my family ever again."

"Harry," I plead, tugging him towards the apartment. He finally lets me and when we get inside I have no idea. I'm left with a locked door and a pounding heart and an extremely pissed off boyfriend.

Notes

guys....only fifteen chapters left :o how crazy is that?!

their happy moments are always ruined. ALWAYS. fuck. that was a super long chapter..probably could have split that up but i won't have time to update and idk how these next chatpers will play out and i dont want to run out of time :P so yeah.

BUT HOLY SHIT!?!?! i didnt even plan that but hooooly moly was anyone expecting that?!

please comment :) i miss you guizzzz