Out of the Darkness
No Matter What
Sam POV:
“Harry! Harry, over here please!”
“Mr. Styles, what do you have to say about the tour being delayed?”
“Harry, are you dating her?”
I want to curl up in a ball and cry. The paparazzi push at us from all sides as we try to make our way into the hospital, Niall and Jennie close behind us. One reporter is pushed into me, his camera striking me sharply in the side of the head. I cry out in pain, stumbling to the side. Niall catches me, and he swiftly wraps his arms under my shoulders, supporting me. A body guard is immediately pushing the reporter back, but Harry loses it.
“Everybody, out of the way!” He bellows, and a hush falls over the sea of paparazzi. “We have to deal with an important medical issue; can you please give Samantha here some space?” He thunders. I’ve never seen Harry like this before, and I have to admit that it scares me a bit.
The reporters quickly slink back, giving us enough space to escape through the doors of the hospital. Jennie had decided that it was best to get me to the hospital since I was vomiting so much, so Harry got a few body guards and we came here as fast as we could. The others were still asleep at the house when we left.
Niall leads me over to an empty seat in the crowded waiting room while Harry goes with Jennie up to the front desk.
“You okay, Sam?” Niall questions gently, looking me in the eyes with concern written all over his face.
Carefully feeling the small tender lump on the side of my head I nod, taking a shaky breath. I guess if I really am pregnant, I have a good excuse for my hormones being all over the place…Niall gives an understanding smile, and throws himself down into the chair next to me.
“You’ll get used to it. The paps are annoying, but you learn to ignore them.” He says casually. Niall has been such a great friend to me since I arrived. He is so considerate, and he even cried a little when Harry and I told him about my possible pregnancy, so I feel like I can trust him with my concerns.
“Niall?”
“Mhhhhm?”
“What’s going to happen now? I know I’m pregnant, I can just tell. What are people going to think?” my voice is rising higher and higher, but I can’t stop myself. “And what about Harry? I don’t want to force him into this. He needs to have his time to live a little, be a teenager. And…”
Niall holds up a finger, cutting off my stream of words.
“Samantha.”
“But…”
“Sam, listen to me. You don’t have to care about what people think. They will make up stories, spread rumors, say nasty things, but don’t you listen to any of that crap.” He insists, taking my hands in his.
“All you need to know is the truth. You have to be honest with yourself. Just love this child no matter who the father is. Don’t let any of this unwanted attention and media get in the way of your feelings, okay?” Niall’s words are sincere, and I realize that he is right. I shouldn’t care what people think of me. It’s my life; they can complain about me all they want! I nod, and Niall continues addressing my concerns.
“And Sam?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t you ever worry about Harry. He would never leave you, especially not at a time like this. He loves more than you can imagine.” Niall tells me, smiling a bit as he stares into space.
“Having a child isn’t a burden Sam, think of it as a blessing. You’ll still be able to have fun; parenting is just a responsibility that will bring you a lot of happiness.” Niall concludes.
Wow. I didn’t know he had all that in him! He’s being so unlike the Niall I’ve known the past few weeks. He’s showing me a more mature side of himself that is serious and very considerate. I sigh, his wise words have calmed me a lot, and I’m almost excited about this whole baby business. Almost.
I let myself smile, and squeeze Niall into a tight hug.
“Thank you,” I whisper
“You’re going to be a great mother.” He murmurs into my hair.
After a few minutes Harry and Jennie return, and we have to wait in the crowded waiting room for the doctor to be available. We keep our heads down, and try to avoid attention as much as possible. It’s about an hour before a middle aged doctor, who introduces himself as Dr. Prentlin, comes to lead us into a private room. Niall waits outside, but Harry is allowed to come in with me.
First the doctor has me go and pee into a cup so that they can determine if I am really pregnant and if the supposed baby is healthy.
“Alright Ms. Jevrin, can you just take off your shirt and pants for me? You can leave your undergarments on.” He says as he shuffles through some files on his clipboard. I quickly oblige, and soon I am standing shivering in just my underwear and bra. Harry shoots me a sneaky wink, and I can’t help but stick out my tongue at him. Then the examination begins, and we become serious.
I am weighed, measured, my blood pressure taken, and all of my senses are checked. After about 15 minutes, Jennie comes in carrying a sheet of paper.
She exchanges a few words with Dr. Prentlin, before shooting me a small smile and leaving once again. The doctor invites Harry and me to sit on the edge of the examination bed thingy, and we both oblige, tensely watching as he reads over the paper. He sighs, and puts the paper down, slowly taking off his glasses. I feel Harry’s arm snake its way tightly around my waist, reminding me to be strong.
“Ms. Jevrin, the test has come back positive. You are pregnant.” He informs, somewhat sadly. Jennie had explained my whole situation to him before he met with me, and his sympathy shows through despite his professional manor.
Harry squeezes my waist reassuringly as I process the news. I’m not even surprised really. I’m just sad. Having a child will completely change my life, and I’m not sure if I’m responsible enough to be a mother. It’s weird to think that there is a little human growing inside of me.
Dr. Prentlin leads us into another room, and I have to lie down on the bed while he does an ultrasound to make sure everything is okay with my developing baby. He squeezes the cool jell all over my lower abdomen, and Harry holds my hand tightly as Dr. Prentlin slowly begins to press the wand over my stomach. It actually tickles a lot, and soon his movements have me giggling hysterically. At least I can blame it on the hormones now!
Harry is shaking next to me, trying to contain his laughter, and even the doctor cracks a smile. Suddenly a black and white image flickers on the screen of the ultrasound, and Harry and I fall silent, in awe of the image on the screen.
My baby is tiny, no bigger than a peanut. It doesn’t even have features yet. All of my breath leaves me, and tears fill my eyes. I glance over at Harry to see that his reaction is the same as mine. I squeeze his hand tightly, and he looks down at me with such love and admiration in his eyes that it makes my heart swell.
It is in this moment that I know that I will love this baby no matter what. It doesn’t matter who the father is, that little peanut in there is my child, and nothing is going to change that. Ever.
“Harry! Harry, over here please!”
“Mr. Styles, what do you have to say about the tour being delayed?”
“Harry, are you dating her?”
I want to curl up in a ball and cry. The paparazzi push at us from all sides as we try to make our way into the hospital, Niall and Jennie close behind us. One reporter is pushed into me, his camera striking me sharply in the side of the head. I cry out in pain, stumbling to the side. Niall catches me, and he swiftly wraps his arms under my shoulders, supporting me. A body guard is immediately pushing the reporter back, but Harry loses it.
“Everybody, out of the way!” He bellows, and a hush falls over the sea of paparazzi. “We have to deal with an important medical issue; can you please give Samantha here some space?” He thunders. I’ve never seen Harry like this before, and I have to admit that it scares me a bit.
The reporters quickly slink back, giving us enough space to escape through the doors of the hospital. Jennie had decided that it was best to get me to the hospital since I was vomiting so much, so Harry got a few body guards and we came here as fast as we could. The others were still asleep at the house when we left.
Niall leads me over to an empty seat in the crowded waiting room while Harry goes with Jennie up to the front desk.
“You okay, Sam?” Niall questions gently, looking me in the eyes with concern written all over his face.
Carefully feeling the small tender lump on the side of my head I nod, taking a shaky breath. I guess if I really am pregnant, I have a good excuse for my hormones being all over the place…Niall gives an understanding smile, and throws himself down into the chair next to me.
“You’ll get used to it. The paps are annoying, but you learn to ignore them.” He says casually. Niall has been such a great friend to me since I arrived. He is so considerate, and he even cried a little when Harry and I told him about my possible pregnancy, so I feel like I can trust him with my concerns.
“Niall?”
“Mhhhhm?”
“What’s going to happen now? I know I’m pregnant, I can just tell. What are people going to think?” my voice is rising higher and higher, but I can’t stop myself. “And what about Harry? I don’t want to force him into this. He needs to have his time to live a little, be a teenager. And…”
Niall holds up a finger, cutting off my stream of words.
“Samantha.”
“But…”
“Sam, listen to me. You don’t have to care about what people think. They will make up stories, spread rumors, say nasty things, but don’t you listen to any of that crap.” He insists, taking my hands in his.
“All you need to know is the truth. You have to be honest with yourself. Just love this child no matter who the father is. Don’t let any of this unwanted attention and media get in the way of your feelings, okay?” Niall’s words are sincere, and I realize that he is right. I shouldn’t care what people think of me. It’s my life; they can complain about me all they want! I nod, and Niall continues addressing my concerns.
“And Sam?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t you ever worry about Harry. He would never leave you, especially not at a time like this. He loves more than you can imagine.” Niall tells me, smiling a bit as he stares into space.
“Having a child isn’t a burden Sam, think of it as a blessing. You’ll still be able to have fun; parenting is just a responsibility that will bring you a lot of happiness.” Niall concludes.
Wow. I didn’t know he had all that in him! He’s being so unlike the Niall I’ve known the past few weeks. He’s showing me a more mature side of himself that is serious and very considerate. I sigh, his wise words have calmed me a lot, and I’m almost excited about this whole baby business. Almost.
I let myself smile, and squeeze Niall into a tight hug.
“Thank you,” I whisper
“You’re going to be a great mother.” He murmurs into my hair.
After a few minutes Harry and Jennie return, and we have to wait in the crowded waiting room for the doctor to be available. We keep our heads down, and try to avoid attention as much as possible. It’s about an hour before a middle aged doctor, who introduces himself as Dr. Prentlin, comes to lead us into a private room. Niall waits outside, but Harry is allowed to come in with me.
First the doctor has me go and pee into a cup so that they can determine if I am really pregnant and if the supposed baby is healthy.
“Alright Ms. Jevrin, can you just take off your shirt and pants for me? You can leave your undergarments on.” He says as he shuffles through some files on his clipboard. I quickly oblige, and soon I am standing shivering in just my underwear and bra. Harry shoots me a sneaky wink, and I can’t help but stick out my tongue at him. Then the examination begins, and we become serious.
I am weighed, measured, my blood pressure taken, and all of my senses are checked. After about 15 minutes, Jennie comes in carrying a sheet of paper.
She exchanges a few words with Dr. Prentlin, before shooting me a small smile and leaving once again. The doctor invites Harry and me to sit on the edge of the examination bed thingy, and we both oblige, tensely watching as he reads over the paper. He sighs, and puts the paper down, slowly taking off his glasses. I feel Harry’s arm snake its way tightly around my waist, reminding me to be strong.
“Ms. Jevrin, the test has come back positive. You are pregnant.” He informs, somewhat sadly. Jennie had explained my whole situation to him before he met with me, and his sympathy shows through despite his professional manor.
Harry squeezes my waist reassuringly as I process the news. I’m not even surprised really. I’m just sad. Having a child will completely change my life, and I’m not sure if I’m responsible enough to be a mother. It’s weird to think that there is a little human growing inside of me.
Dr. Prentlin leads us into another room, and I have to lie down on the bed while he does an ultrasound to make sure everything is okay with my developing baby. He squeezes the cool jell all over my lower abdomen, and Harry holds my hand tightly as Dr. Prentlin slowly begins to press the wand over my stomach. It actually tickles a lot, and soon his movements have me giggling hysterically. At least I can blame it on the hormones now!
Harry is shaking next to me, trying to contain his laughter, and even the doctor cracks a smile. Suddenly a black and white image flickers on the screen of the ultrasound, and Harry and I fall silent, in awe of the image on the screen.
My baby is tiny, no bigger than a peanut. It doesn’t even have features yet. All of my breath leaves me, and tears fill my eyes. I glance over at Harry to see that his reaction is the same as mine. I squeeze his hand tightly, and he looks down at me with such love and admiration in his eyes that it makes my heart swell.
It is in this moment that I know that I will love this baby no matter what. It doesn’t matter who the father is, that little peanut in there is my child, and nothing is going to change that. Ever.
Notes
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It's official, shes preggers! And i made time to write this for you people even though i have exams!
So what do you think?
is that calendar helpful?
Lol this story is no longer on the popular page, but im not really surprised. But thank you for all of your wonderful comments, and getting this story up to 50+ votes!!
Love you all!
~AmyLeigh
Calendar: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Vziw-DmOabnmzRcnGUv7zMbzH4JZFzjOfoes_PTbkwo/edit
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6/2/16