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Harry's POV
Charlie's parents arrived with my mum a couple hours later and the moment I saw my mother I clung to her as sobs escaped my lips. She held me and let me cry until I finally calmed down enough to tell them what happened.
"The cops said that another car lost control and pushed her off the bridge... S-She went in... and she was under for five minutes before anyone got there to help her. T-They shocked her when I got here and they had to take the baby out. I I haven't heard from anyone. I don't know what's happening." My voice broke as I struggled to stay calm, putting my head back into my hands as I sat back down on the chair I was previously on.
"I'll find out what's happening." Charlie's father, James, said as he rushed off to find out which operating room she was in.
"I can't lose her, mum." I whimpered.
"I know, honey. I know." She said softly as she pulled my head into her chest and held me while I cried.
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James returned after a while and told me that they had the baby up in the NICU and she would be okay. Hearing that was a huge relief, but my main focus was on Charlie at the moment. He explained that she had some injuries from the impact that were easily fixed, but the main issue was the fact that she hit her head and was under water for over five minutes. I could tell by the look on his face and by his wife's reaction that it wasn't good.
"We'll just have to wait and see... but there is a chance that she won't wake up." He said quietly, his own voice getting a bit shaky.
I fought back more tears of my own and shook my head.
"She's going to be fine. She'll pull through this. I know she will." I told them. "I need to see her. Do they have her out yet?"
"No. She's still in surgery, but I'll let you know when she gets put into a room." He told me.
I nod slightly then look up when I heard the doctor from earlier say my name.
"Mr. Styles. Would you like to see your daughter?" She asked me.
I nod and slowly get up, following her up to the NICU where they had her lying in an incubator. She was so tiny and I immediately teared up at the sight of her.
"She's beautiful." I whispered, gently putting my hand on the box.
"You can touch her if you like... She was a bit distressed when she came out, but we got her vitals back to normal and in a couple weeks she'll be able to go home." The doctor assured me.
I glanced over at her, feeling relieved when she said the baby would be okay. When I looked back at my daughter I gently put my hand into the incubator then brushed my finger against her cheek gently.
"Hi baby girl. I'm your daddy." I said with a sniffle. "You're so pretty just like your mummy. She's going to be so excited to meet you."
"Do you have a name for her?" The doctor asked after a moment.
I look up at her then back down at the baby, immediately knowing which name I wanted to give her. The one Charlie wanted.
"Rosalie... Rosalie May Styles." I answered, keeping my eyes on my precious Rose. It was the perfect name for her. We had to go through some thorns to see her beauty and I thought it was fitting given the situation.
I stayed with Rosie until my mum came to tell me that Charlie had been put into a room in the ICU.
"She's so precious." My mum said as she looked at her granddaughter.
"Yeah, she is....I need to see Charlie. You can stay here if you want. Rosie would love to meet her grandma." I said as I kissed my mum on the cheek then went down to see Charlie.
When I saw her my heart ached. She was hooked up to so many machines and her skin was still pale and cold to the touch, something I discovered as I slid my hand into hers. I let out a shaky breath and kissed her forehead.
"Hi, baby." I whispered, kissing her cheek a few times before finally pulling back to brush some hair away from her face. "I met our baby girl. She's so beautiful, just like you... You were right about her name. She definitely looks like a Rosie." I laughed a bit, sniffling as tears fell down my cheeks.
I press her hand to my lips, placing a long kiss on it as I let out a small sob.
"I need you to wake up... I can't do this without you... Rosie needs her mum... and the dumb dog will go nuts without you.... I need you." I whispered. "Please..."
I put my head on the bed, not getting any response but I refused to give in and let her go. Not without a fight. I went through so much to finally get this happy and so did she... She didn't deserve this. She deserved to be happy. I just kept hoping that she would pull through this so we could bring Rosie home and be a happy family just like she always wanted. I couldn't live without her...

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