Us

(Taylor's POV)

"How you feeling Taylor?" Anne asked me frantically. I laid my head on the window, closing my eyes as my hands rubbed my stomach.

"Okay. It's not bad at all." I said smiling. But as soon as I thought of Harry, my heart started beating rapidly which caused some awful pains.

"Did you talk to Harry?" I cried out.

"Yes honey. He said he was on his way. So no need to worry." I started to breath quickly out of my mouth since my nervousness was getting worse and worse.

"Just breath Taylor. Just breath."

(Harry's POV)

"I don't care! My fiancé is in labor and I need to get there." I yelled to the person who I was on the phone with. They said that they couldn't get a flight for me this late in advance.

"Look, I'm getting there one way or another! I don't care!" I yelled hanging up the phone after I said that. I threw the phone onto counter as I started breathing heavily.

My stomach was twisting as I thought about not being there for the second time. And how angry Taylor would be at me. But I tired to calm down as my grabbed handfuls of my curls pulling them, thinking of how I could get there.

"Just breath Harry. Everything's going to be fine." Kendall soothed me.

"Not its fucking not! If I'm not there my whole fucking relationship with Taylor will probably be over!" I snapped at her. She flinched back a little making me immediately regret yelling.

"I'm sorry Kendall. I just don't know what I'm going to do." I said calmer. I sat on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands, just thinking. I felt the bed sink, noticing that Kendall was sitting next to me.

"What about driving?" I looked up at her and laughed.

"Seriously? Driving? Do you know how long that'll take for me to get from here to there?" I snapped once again placing my head back into my hands. Kendall mumbled something under her breath, but I didn't worry about it because I could really careless right now.

(Taylor's POV)

I waited in a wheel chair next to Anne as she stood up and filled the paper work out at the counter.

"When's your birthday Taylor?" Anne asked, filling things in on the paper. I held my head back and closed my eyes as I started breathing out of my mouth once again.

"October 26, 1993." I said breathlessly. My head snapped in the direction that I heard my name get call in. I smiled lightly as I saw Christina running to me.

"Hey Chris." I said normally.

"Hey.. I came as soon as you called me. You alright?"

"Yup.. Just in labor. Nothing much." I giggled. Christina stood behind me and held onto the wheelchair.

"Christina. Can you please take Taylor to the room that she has to go to." Anne said still filling out the papers.

"Gotcha Ms. Styles."

(Harry's POV)

I began throwing my clothes into the suitcase while Kendall passed me my clothes. They said they might have a flight for me in the next couple of hours so right now, I just have to wait since there's nothing I can really so about it.

"You sure you don't want me to come? I really want to meet Taylor. She is so pretty by the pictures you show me." Kendall said standing up next me, closing my bag.

"Maybe next time. She's already gonna be mad at me so I don't new anything to make her more mad."

"Why would she be more mad Harry?" I threw my head up and groaned loudly.

"She's not very fond of you. So, let's just keep the both of you away from each other."

(Taylor's POV)

"Someone give me the fucking epidural!" I screamed as Christina held my left hand and Anne held he other.

"Where are all the doctors!?" Christina yelled. As soon as she said that, a doctor walked into the room looking down at a folder.

"We'll hello, Ms. Keith. I'm the doctor who will be delivering your baby today. But before we start, I need to know a few things." I shut my eyes and nodded my head.

"Okay, for start.. On a scale of one through ten, what number would you say the pain is right now?" I screamed once again, squeezing Christina's hand tighter.

"8 a fucking 8." I yelled. I watched him sigh deeply and write something into the notebook.

"Can I get the fucking epidural!?" I don't care about having that natural birth stuff that every famous person tries to have. I want the pain to go away so if it means a epidural? Fuck it.

"I'm sorry Ms. Keith but your contractions aren't close enough together, so therefor you can't have the epidural." I yelled again.

"Fuck you doctor." I spat at him. Anne squeezed my hand as the doctor walked to the door, ignoring my comment I made to him.

"Pregnant people...." He murmured under his breath.

(Harry's POV)

"Calm down Harry..." Kendall said rubbing my hand.

"Your going to get there on time okay? They'll have your plane and you'll be there, so don't worry." She reassured me. I swatted my hand away and go off the bed, walking back and fourth.

"But what if I don't?"

"But that's the thing... You will be." As I was about to respond, my phone rang. I pulled it out of my pocket and slid to answer.

Me: Harry Styles
Person: Mr. Styles? We have a flight for you that leaves in a hour.

I ran over to my stuff and picked my suitcase up.

Me: seriously?
Person: yes. There just waiting for you now.
Me: alright.. I'm on my way.

I hung the phone up and smiled, engulfing Kendall in a hug. I was so happy. It felt like, a weight was lifted off my shoulders.

"They have a flight for me.. I'm not gonna miss it." I said, letting go of Kendall. She smiled at me before pecking my cheek.

"Go Harry. You need to go."

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