Harry's POV

"Harry!"

I whip around at the sound of Madison's voice, immediately sprinting in her direction and almost colliding with a nurse on the way. Her face is stained with tears and I notice Sophie sitting on a chair behind her.

"Where is she? What's happening?" I ask quickly. Madison told me to come straight to the delivery section of the maternity floor.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I tried to get them to wait for you, but-"

"Where is she?" I ask again. She sighs and her shoulders slump.

"She's in the operating room. They had to move quickly or...I don't understand, Harry. Everything was fine, she said she was fine and now they're saying that..." She shakes her head and looks up at me. "Why was she bleeding like that?"

"She's got a condition," I mumble, looking past her at Sophie. "Did Soph see?"

"I tired to keep her out of the room, but I have no idea. I'm so sorry, Harry."

"No, I'm glad you were there," I assure her, placing my hand on her shoulder as I walk past her to my little blonde-haired angel. "Soph?"

"Daddy!" She jumps off the chair and runs over to me, arms extended over her head. As soon as she's in my arms she wraps her self around my neck, leaning her head on my shoulder.

"Are you okay, baby?" I ask quietly, running my hand over her back.

"Mummy go away," she whimpers.

When she says that I have to try my best to keep my own tears at bay. What if she did? What if she doesn't come back? My last conversation with...what did I even say? I don't even remember what she was wearing...

A doctor emerges from a room and I hand Sophie to Madison so I can speak with him. He hands a clipboard to a nurse and then turns back towards the door he came out of.

"Wait!" He turns to look at me. "I don't know...are you my fiance's doctor?"

"You're Harry," he says simply. Not a question. I nod and he sighs. "Yes, she was asking for you."

"Let me see her."

"I'm sorry-"

"I need to see her before you do anything, please," I beg, not stopping the tears at this point. "Please, just let me speak to her for ten seconds."

"I'm sorry, sir. I can't let you do that."

"Please! I just need to tell her-"

"Mr. Styles, you need to calm down," he says quietly. I let out a breath and cover my face with my hands. The love of my life is fighting for her life and he's telling me to fucking calm down? Is this a joke? "Like I told your friend, Ms. Williams condition is serious. We needed to start right away."

"Start what?"

"The c-section." I look up at him again and my stomach drops. The baby? "Savannah lost a lot of blood and we'll need to begin surgery right away after the baby is delivered to repair the damage."

"Will she be okay? What about the baby?"

"I'm not the one delivering the baby, so I'm not sure what either of their conditions are right now. When there's news I'll make sure you're told right away."

"But-"

"Mr. Styles, I need to go." He pats my arm. "Let me go save your fiance."

She shouldn't need to be saved. And I should have been there. I had a feeling before I left that I shouldn't have gone and I still did it anyway. I never should have left her. I feel a hand on my shoulder, spinning around to see Niall. His expression gets sadder when he sees that I'm crying but I don't care. No point in trying to stop it because I know I won't be able to. She shouldn't be going through all of this, she shouldn't be in there fighting to survive.

Niall brings be back to sit down and Sophie crawls onto my lap, curling up with her thumb in her mouth. She's probably confused as fuck, but I can't find any words to try to make this better for her. What am I supposed to say? Her mother might die in there...how am I supposed to tell a two year old that she's not going to see her mother again? I can't lie and tell her everything's going to be okay...what if it's not?

"I'm going to get some coffee," Madison says after a while. "Harry, do you need anything?"

I shake my head. "Soph, you hungry?"

"Cookies?"

I smile small at her and nod my head. "Yeah, you can have cookies."

"Let's go with, Soph," Niall says, lifting her off my lap. The three of them walk down the hall and when they're out of sight I lean forward with my head in my hands.

There's so many reasons that this isn't okay. So much of my life is hanging up in the air right now and it's horrible just waiting for something to drop. Every single second with Savannah starts playing through my head in slow motion and details start fading away that I'm scared I'll never be able to ask her about.

Flashback

"Harry?"

"Hmm."

"Do you know anything about physics?"

I smile and turn around, looking at Savannah who is laying on her stomach on my bed with her books in front of her. I don't miss being a student, that's for sure. She looks adorable, though; hair piled on top of her head in a frizzy mess with one of my sweaters and just her underwear. She sticks the end of her pen between her teeth and looks up at me.

"Baby, I teach English, remember?"

She groans and lets her forehead fall against her books in frustration. There's a reason I don't teach math. I'm bad at it and I hate it. Okay, two reasons. I sit next to her and place my hand on her back.

"I knew I should have slept with my physics teacher," she mumbles.

"What was that?" I ask, raising my eyebrows.

She laughs and looks up at me. "I love you?"

"Nice save."

"I'm just kidding," she assures me. She rolls onto her back to lay in a starfish fashion. "There are so many things I would rather be doing besides physics homework."

"Like what?"

"Like...eating ice cream." She sighs and looks over at me. "Or cuddling on the couch with you."

"That sounds nice, but I have to go to a meeting today," I remind her. Savannah sits up and crawls over to me, setting herself on my lap, one knee on either side of my waist. Of course she's going to try to make me late.

"Or you could stay here with me." She pushes her fingers through my hair and my eyes close for a minute, deep breath passing my lips to try to relax.

"I can't."

"Call in sick," she suggests, her lips brushing my jaw. She plays with my hair while she leaves soft kisses over my neck and I have to fist the bedsheets in my hands to keep some control over myself.

"I can't," I repeat.

"You could."

"Savannah." She sighs and stops what she's doing small accomplished smile on her face because she knows she's got me all flustered. "You're evil."

She laughs, the sound pulling a smile onto my face. After a small kiss she falls off of my again, laying back down in front of her books. I hate working on Saturdays because this is when I get extended times with her, but I have a feeling I'll get a lot of Saturdays with her. I plan to, anyway.

End of Flashback

Sitting here waiting to hear something- anything- is going to drive me mad. Because without someone to tell me that it's not all going wrong I can't help but imagine the absolute worst. Every time I close my eyes I picture her laying on the operating table, pale and covered in blood. It's been an hour since I got here and I haven't heard anything, not a single thing about Savannah or about the baby. I feel like I'm going to throw up at any minute or just collapse in a mess of crying.

Madison already called Savannah's mother and she's trying her best to get here, but she's in London at the moment for business and it'll be at least an other twelve hours before we see her. I didn't call anyone else...but maybe I should. Problem is, I don't think I could get the words out to her father or her brother or my family. Saying it out loud makes it that much more real.

There's so much stuff we never talked about. Like, where Sophie would go to preschool next year. Or how we would tell our kids how we met, because let's be honest that's going to be a tricky thing to reveal. She said once that she wanted Sophie to go to a private school, but does that mean here in the city or the one she went to? Or maybe it doesn't matter. What am I supposed to do with a teenage girl? Or two, for that matter. I don't know how to do this without her and I don't want to.

"Mr. Styles?"

"Yeah, that's me," I say immediately, standing up and walking towards the nurse. She seems startled by my sudden approach but then she smiles. "What's going on?"

"There was a small complication, but the delivery went well," she says warmly. One weight lifted.

"Does that...does that mean I'm a father? The baby is okay?"

"It does," she says. "They'll bring him out in a few minutes, they're just doing a few tests to make sure everything is okay since he's still a little premature."

"Okay, thank you." That's good news, really good. "Wait, did you say he?"

"That's right. Congratulations, Mr. Styles. You have a son."

She turns and walks back through the doors, leaving me standing there in the middle of the hallway. A boy. We have a...there's a baby boy somewhere that's mine and he's okay. He's actually okay.

"Thank God," I mutter, closing my eyes and letting a small smile pull at my lips. I feel a little lighter when I go to sit down again, looking either way down the hallway every five seconds to see if they're bringing him. If that little thing survived all of this then Savannah has to, right? She just has to. She has to be able to meet him. His mother is too amazing to not be in his life; that would be a terrible deprivation.

I hear a door shut down the hall and look up again, already leaning forward with my elbows on my knees. A nurse turns in my direction with a blue blanket in her arms. My heart starts pounding furiously and she smiles at me.

"Harry Styles?" she asks. I nod and wipe my palms on my knees as I stand up. "I'm sure you'd like to meet your son."

I'm sure there's a look of pure terror on my face as I look down at the little baby in her arms. This is so different than when we had Sophie; I saw her come out of Savannah, I was there for the moment. This is...so weird.

The nurse steps closer and I assume that's my cue, holding out my arms so she can pass me the newborn. He's already asleep, wrapped tight in the soft blanket. After I've adjusted him a little bit a hear a tiny sigh from him and my heart pinches.

"He's amazing," I whisper. "He's tiny."

"Babies gain a lot of their body fat in the last few weeks, so he's a little smaller than you might expect," she explains, smiling at him. He's fucking adorable, a tiny layer of brown hair on his head and the tiny perfectly proportioned features that make babies so cute. "He weighs six pounds, two ounces. Quite small, but he's completely healthy."

"He's okay?" I ask, not looking away from him. "He won't...being early isn't a problem?"

"We tested him and we'll probably want to check him again in a few weeks, but he seems perfectly healthy."

"That's amazing." I look up at her quickly. "Thank you."

She says something else that doesn't register before she walks away, leaving me holding this tiny little person that's half me. It's the weirdest feeling in the world, but also the most amazing. He's half me and half Savannah and that's incredible. Especially considering all the shit we've been through lately; this little boy is a miracle. A fucking tiny miracle.

"A boy," I mutter, smiling and shaking my head. I was totally right. My eyes tear up for the zillionth time tonight and I slowly move back to sit in my chair. One of his little arms escapes the confines of the blanket and reaches up slightly before resting against his chest under his little chin. I laugh quietly and let myself cry again, placing my finger in his tiny grip. He makes a little gurgling sound and I laugh again, lifting him so I can kiss his forehead.

"Let's just hope Mum is okay," I whisper. "Yeah?"

"Harry?"

Madison, Niall and Sophie appear down the hall and I can't help but grin at them. Madison immediately starts crying when she realizes who I'm holding and Sophie runs towards me, placing her little hands on my legs.

"Hey, angel." She stands on her tip toes and I lean forward a little so she can see him. "Wanna see your baby brother?"

"Brover?" she repeats, scrunching up her nose.

"He's okay?" Madison asks, sitting next to me and leaning over so she can see him. I just nod. "Harry, he's beautiful."

"A boy!" Niall says, sitting on my other side. "About time. Congratulations, mate."

I just laugh and Niall lifts Sophie up onto his lap so she can get a better look at the baby. She tries to touch his head a few times but Niall keeps her far enough. Him being so fucking tiny makes me want to put him in a little protective bubble so nothing can ever touch him and he can never get hurt.

"What's his name?" Madison asks. Well, that puts a damper on things.

"I don't know," I murmur. "We never really decided on a name for a boy."

No one says anything else after that and the only thing keeping me from bursting into tears again is the little guy sitting in my arms. Who knew you could feel so incredibly happy and so devastatingly sad at the same time? We always talked about girl's names and I guess threw around a few for a boy but...we never picked one out. Yet another reason for Savannah to make it through this.

Notes

awwwww a boy :) i already have the name picked out i just havent decided how theyre going to pick it yet.

so i hope this was a little bit of a happier one. ish. sort of. i cried a little with this one too so that was fun times.

thank you for all the responses last time :) i even got more votes and subscribers which i wasn't expecting so late in the story. so thank you guys :) youre the best.xx