Alex

Don't worry?

Don't fucking worry!?

All I did was worry and he tells me not to as I run frantically to the emergency room of the hospital. I didn't even think to ask what had happened at that moment, my only concern was getting to Harry.

My feet carried me, past doctors and worried people, clearly telling me to slow down before I slip. God forbid I do, we can't all be in the hospital right now.

Harry had trouble sleeping the night before and then worked ten hours. What if he got into an accident? Obviously, he was fine enough to talk to me on the phone, but he could have fallen asleep at the wheel and hurt himself. God, I can't even imagine what could have happened.

I made it towards the front desk of the emergency room, out of breath until I saw two familiar faces near one of the curtains. "Can I help you?" I looked down at the nurse at the front counter and asked for Harry. When she pointed me to where the same two people I despise the most stood, I let out a frustrated groan.

I walked over and my eyes met with David who gently tapped Mary's arm and pointed to me. Mary turned around and waved carefully before looking into the curtain covered space where Harry was laying on the bed getting examined by a doctor.

"Well, the good news is that it's just bruised and all your scans came back clear- although this mole by your ear looks odd."

"I've had it checked doc, it's fine." The doctor placed his gloves in the bin and smiled giving him a thumbs up.

"That's good- oh hello?" He smiled at me. "Who's this?"

"Doctor Frederick, my wife Alex." He turned to me with a smile to shake my hand. Any other day I would be mentally doing backflips at how natural Harry had called me his wife. But right now I just wanted to know why in the hell was Mary and David here?

"What the hell happened and why are they here?" I whispered to Harry. "Do you know how worried I was, and how fast I ran here?" He held my hand, which I gladly accepted.

"Mrs. Styles, Harry here had what I can only explain as a severe panic attack due to exhaustion and high blood pressure." My eyes widened as I looked over at Harry. "He explained the situation about your daughter and I can see why he would be under a lot of stress. I would highly recommend more sleep, and taking his vitamins- his iron is low; hence why he fainted so quickly. I will write you a prescription." We thanked him and as soon as he left I looked at Mary and David in annoyance.

Mary walked in but stopped when I stood up and crossed my arms over my chest. "It's my fault, I began telling him about the situation I had put you in and everything. I didn't know about your daughter." She confessed. "When he fell, I called 911 and I'm really sorry for putting you in a corner the way I did Harry."

"You called 911?" She nodded. "Thank you, but you can go now." She nodded again and looked at David as if to tell him they should leave. David looked towards me, slightly hesitant. He had gotten more mature looking, a little taller and way more facial hair over the past few years.

I was about to shut the curtain when David said the words I had been positive he would never say. "Alex, I'm sorry for what I did to you when you were pregnant and at school. It was pretty shitty of me. The truth is, I was really insecure and took it out on you- and everyone else." He looked back at Harry and awkwardly laughed before scratching his arm. "I've grown up a lot too, having a kid changes you. I hope she gets better. No one deserves to feel this kind of pain. No one deserves to have their kid in the hospital."

Harry sat up and nodded, "thank you, David. I'm also sorry for what I said about your dad hitting you in front of everyone at school. No one deserves that either." David didn't say anything to that, simply nodding and taking his stuff as he left with Mary. I let out a deep breath and shut the curtain to give Harry and I some sort of privacy.

"You scared the living shit out of me." I hugged him, laying my head against his chest, inhaling his scent. "I can't do this alone Harry." I began crying, tears falling from my eyes to his shirt. "I don't deserve you-"

"Hey, hey, I'm the one in the hospital, baby." He tried to tease me as he lifted my head up to look at him eye to eye. Around the pretty shade of emerald was dark circles and redness.

"That's why! You work and take care of us. You were tired and I let you go off to work like that." I sobbed. "You've been stressed out-"

"So have you, I just cracked quicker. Did you not hear the doctor, I need iron." He tried to joke, but I was so not in the mood for jokes. "I'm okay- I just need to sleep and learn to calm down. I'll take my vitamins, and I'll be okay."

"High blood pressure is no joke Harry, you're way too young to be having a heart attack," I warned him. "You need to eat your vegetables."

"We're both too young to be dealing with this amount of stress, can you blame me for having it. And I do ear my vegetables." That was true, but instead of saying anything, I laid my head against his chest and held him tightly. His heartbeat began to slow almost immediately as I hugged him tightly.

When Harry was checked out, I held his hand and we decided to walk back towards the elevator back up to Emery's room. My phone had completely died and so had Harry's, so my concern was our moms right now. They were probably worried sick, even if we had both just been in another part of the hospital.

Harry's face had bruised and he had a few scratches from the fall. I can't imagine what would have happened if no one was around for this. Of course, Harry wouldn't have had this happen if Mary kept to herself. Sure I was glad she apologized and as Harry began telling me what had actually happened between her and David, I began to realize how childish she'd been. But it's her life, and she has to deal with her own stupidity.

David apologizing was odd. Perhaps becoming a parent does change a person? I was different now too, having to face some of my fears to be there for Emery. Take this hospital, for instance, I hated it here but I had to be here for her and she made it worth the anxiety it brought me.

Harry looked over at me as we stood close in the elevator. "I'm sad." He whispers. "I just want things to be normal." I nodded, agreeing with him. What sucked is that things weren't ever normal, I mean what is normal anyway?

"I know, and they will, eventually." We reached our floor and walked hand in hand down the hallway, passing rooms after rooms until we made it to Emery's room where my heart nearly dropped at the sight in front of me.

"There you are, look she's awake," Anne said sobbing and holding onto Harry.

Emery went through a series of tests that took hours. Brain scans, reflexes, vision, and hearing. She was perfectly fine but wasn't speaking. She had to be under evaluation for the next few days before they can even think about letting her walk around.

Anne seemed happy but as soon as her attention came back to Harry, she was worried about his appearance. He explained to her what happened with Mary and David, but that didn't seem to calm her nerves at all. "Mum right now, let me worry about my daughter and we can talk about my own health later." She sighed, clearly annoyed.

The next day, Emery fell asleep again and we had to keep her on high surveillance to make sure she woke up and didn't slip back into a coma.

Luckily she did wake up after a few hours.

A few days later, Harry sat with her in her hospital bed and read to her as she snuggled with her dad. "...and they lived happily ever after. The end." He shut the book and she looked up to him and smiled. She was still pale, weak, and clearly exhausted, but at least she was smiling. "I love you, Emery. Daddy loves you with all of his heart." He said slowly, trying to get her to say something back. "Mommy loves you too."

"I do baby." I walked over and sat down on the chair beside the bed where they laid.

Emery looked at Harry and gently placed her hand over his face, touching the purple bruises rising around his cheek. "Daddy's hurt, but I'm okay. Just a boo boo." He promised.

"Boo." Her raspy voice croaked quietly.

We both gasped and nodded, trying to encourage her to say something else. "Yes sweetheart, boo. Say it again say boo."

"Boo." We practically cheered, hugging each other and pressing a kiss to her cheeks. She giggled and hugged me as well, saying the word again.

Obviously, we had a long way to recovery, but at least she was awake and well. Hopefully, things would get better. I had to put my faith into the universe and everything had to be fine.

Thanks for reading. Xx

-karla