Harry Styles-Wilson: Hockey Husband [Sequel to Harry Who?] (Completed)

Harry could not wait to get to New York for his two shows at Madison Square Garden. He was excited to play at MSG, but mainly, he just wanted to see Ellie. She happened to have a hockey game the night he would be arriving, and he hoped to arrive in time to watch her play. However, Harry didn’t want to surprise her again -not after what had happened last time- so he made sure she knew he might be there, and not to be alarmed if she saw him.

Ellie tried to focus on the game, but couldn’t keep herself from checking on the private rooms above the regular seats that Harry usually watched games from. As the minutes ticked down in the last period of the game, Ellie started to give up hope that Harry would make it to the game. Yet, while celebrating a goal with her teammates, she caught a glimpse of a light up at the top of the arena in one of the private rooms.

‘Yes!!’ She thought, and celebrating teammates crowded in for a group hug as they always do after a goal, knocking an unaware Ellie to the ice.

“No!” Harry jumped out of his seat. “Not again,” he muttered to himself repeatedly as he rushed down to ice level to see if she was okay, feeling a dreaded sense of deja vu.

Ellie was led off the ice by the team trainer to the medical examining room. The team doctor started checking her eyes, asking her questions about how she felt, when she paused and looked over Ellie’s shoulder.

“I think someone’s here to see you,” the doctor smiled at Ellie.

“Who?” Ellie asked, not moving her head as the doctor checked her eyes.

“Oh no, not again!” Harry ran over to her and looked her in the eyes while cupping her face in his hands. “It’s me, El, your husband Harry.”

Ellie laughed. “I know, silly, and I’m happy to see you.”

Harry relaxed when he realized he had overreacted and jumped to conclusions.

“This is just precautionary,” the doctor assured him, and sat down to continue asking Ellie some general questions. So far, things were going okay, until she asked a question even Harry was anxious about.

“Date of your last period?” She asked, and Ellie got quiet.

Harry turned to her, and watched her. ‘Oh no, she can’t remember,’ he thought, and worried she was experiencing concussion symptoms again.

“If you can’t remember the exact date, just estimate,” the doctor clarified, as if sensing Harry’s worry.

Ellie’s eyes slowly slid over toward Harry, not quite making eye contact. “It’s not that, um,” she starts. “It’s just that it was, um, seven weeks ago.”

Harry’s concerned eyes suddenly shot open as he realized what she was saying. “So you mean-” he started, but was speechless. He remembered the last time he had jumped to conclusions, and how disappointed he’d been when he realized he was wrong.

“It’s normal for athletes to sometimes have irregular cycles,” the doctor explained, mistaking Harry’s reaction for fear rather than excitement. “Especially since you’re not on the pill anymore,” she continued.

“You’re not?” Harry turned back to Ellie, who was looking increasingly nervous.

“Yeah, I thought we could, you know, start trying once your tour ended,” she explained, and now it was Harry who looked like he might need medical attention.

The doctor looked back and forth between the two of them before turning to find something in a cupboard. “Well, if you’d like, I can draw some blood and have it sent to the lab so you can know for sure, or,” she set down a cup in front of Ellie, “you can pee in a cup and we can find out in five or so minutes.”

Harry nearly shot out of his seat as if it were electrically charged. “Yes, that one -the second option!” He blurted out, then looked over at Ellie. “If you want to, of course,” he added, and tried to sit down calmly.

Ellie swallowed nervously as they both watched her -the cup staring her down- as they awaited her answer. She knew Harry wanted this more than anything, and she was also pretty excited about it, but was she ready to find out? Like any girl, she noticed when, after the four week mark, her period hadn’t started. She’d just gotten off the pill, and thought that might have been the cause. Yet, as the days passed, she started to worry it was a little more than that.

‘Do people really get pregnant on the first try?’ She worried, thinking she had made a mistake getting off the pill so soon. But, how could she have known her husband would surprise her by flying her to Japan unexpectedly?

No, it wasn’t a mistake - if anything, it worked out perfectly. Ellie made up her mind and smiled. “Give me that cup,” she held out her hand, and Harry had some kind of fit of excitement.

“Good choice,” the doctor smiled and handed her the cup. Ellie left to complete the test, and the doctor looked through her supplies for the pregnancy tests.

“So,” Harry started, after the two had sat in silence for a moment. “I thought a pregnancy test usually included peeing on a stick?”

“That’s one way of doing it, and it’s probably easier for people taking a test a home since not everyone has disposable cups like these - and who wants to pee into their regular drinking glasses?” The doctor explained, hoping a joke would loosen Harry up a bit.

“Right,” he nodded and cracked a smile.

“Plus, you can use multiple tests if you have a sample in a cup,” she continued, and laid out the three tests she planned to use.

“And how accurate is it?” Harry asked.

“It’s not 100% accurate, but it’s close: most claim 97-99% accuracy.” The doctor explained, and Harry nodded.

“But the blood test would be more accurate?”

“Yup,” the doctor nodded, and they heard a knock on the door. “That must be Ellie.” She left with the three pregnancy tests, and Ellie joined Harry in a minute.

“Are you okay?” She asked and sat down next to him. “You’re sweating, and your knee is shaking like an earthquake.”

“I’m excited, that’s all,” he answered a bit breathlessly.

“I’m nervous, too,” Ellie replied, and held his hand.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were off the pill?” He asked after a moment.

“Because, and this is going to sound backwards, but I know how much you want this.” She started, and Harry knitted his brows in confusion, so Ellie continued. “I didn’t want you to get your hopes up, or be disappointed each time I got my period. I kind of wanted it to happen...naturally.”

Harry sighed; as much as he wanted to be upset about her keeping that information from him, he also felt a bit remorseful for putting so much pressure on Ellie. He knew she had a bigger sacrifice to make than he did, since she could not continue playing hockey if she were pregnant, so he shouldn’t blame her for wanting to take control of the situation. Yet, he felt so helpless, like it was out of his hands.

“I guess, but,” he couldn't quite finish the sentence.

“I didn’t want it to change things between us, especially, you know, intimately,” Ellie tried to explain. “Like, you hear of people trying to become pregnant, and sex become almost like a chore, and everything is timed out and planned….I didn’t want that for us. I’d rather it happen organically; it happens when it happens,” she shrugged.

Harry bit his lips as he processed this. “Okay, yeah, that makes sense. Have you at least been eating healthy, and not drinking?”

“Of course! And yes, I’ve been eating that peanut butter with flaxseed oil you bought me months ago. Well, not the same jar -that’s long gone.”

“It is?”

“Yes, I ate some every day; peanut butter on apple slices is one of my favorite snacks.” Ellie smiled warmly, and Harry started to relax a bit.

“It is, isn’t it,” he said to himself as he recalled making that exact snack for her when she was recovering from her concussion last year. “I’m sorry, I guess I’m just a little wound up over-”

The door opened and they both froze, their heart rates skyrocket at the sight of the doctor carrying three pregnancy tests. “Want the results?” She asked, almost jokingly.

Ellie nodded, suddenly unable to find her voice. Next to her, Harry seemed a statue carved of marble as he awaited their fate.

“Okay, well,” the doctor laid the three tests on the counter for them to see. “Two negative, one positive.”

“Oh,” Harry felt like popped balloon.

“So…?” Ellie wasn’t sure what to think of this.

“It could be a false positive, or it could be too soon for this type of test to tell. So, I think we should do the blood test as well. I’ll try to have the results expedited.” The doctor explained, and all Harry and Ellie could do was nod.

Ellie rolled up her sleeve, and the doctor applied a tourniquet, and drew a vial of blood. Harry held Ellie’s hand the entire time, but looked away until the needle was gone.

“Squeamish around needles, eh?” Ellie asked him as the doctor prepared the vial to be sent to a lab.

“A bit, yeah,” he cringed.

“You’re going to have to get over that if you’re going to take our kids to get their shots,” she mock scolded him with a smile.

“Oh, ‘kids’ is it?” His eyebrows shot up.

“I mean, I hadn’t really thought about it, but I had kind of maybe assumed we’d have 2,” Ellie blushed and tried to shrug it off, but could feel Harry’s warm smiling eyes watching her.

“I’m so happy to hear that, because I kind of maybe thought the same thing.” He leaned closer and kissed her on the cheek. “Preferably one girl one boy, but I don’t really care - as long as they’re healthy.”

“Yeah, and I’d prefer they not both arrive at the same time,” Ellie laughed, but widened her eyes inf fear at the prospect of having twins.

“Are twins hereditary?” Harry asked, and before Ellie could reply, the doctor piped in:

“They are, but just because you’re a twin doesn’t mean you’ll have twins.” Ellie seemed relieved at this explanation.

“What about hair color? Scott’s ginger, isn’t he? Am I going to have a ginger baby?” Harry asked with wide eyes.

“As far as I know he’s one of like two gingers in my family, so I doubt it, but…” Ellie shrugged and looked at the doctor.

“It’s possible,” she shrugged. “I’ll deliver this to a lab myself this afternoon, and hopefully you will hear results within 1-2 days.”

“Two days? But I have to leave in a couple of days,” Harry turned to Ellie. He really hoped they could find out together, but he couldn’t put off his tour just for this (as much as he wanted to).

“It’s not exactly ethical, but I’m sure the lab would expedite the process if given a donation,” the doctor suggested, and Harry nodded.

“I’ll call my manager right now,” he started to pull out his phone.

“Are you sure?” Ellie hesitantly stopped him. “Are our results more important than anyone else’s?”

Harry froze and stared back at her. As much as he wanted to know immediately whether or not his wife was carrying their child, he also didn’t want to use his celebrity status to allow them to cut the queue and receive special treatment over other couples who were playing the same waiting-game they were. “You’re right, I could stand to learn a bit of patience.” He said through nearly gritted teeth. “But if we don’t hear anything by tomorrow evening, I’m calling Jeff.”

Ellie eventually nodded. “Fair enough. Um, does the test have our name on it?” Ellie asked the doctor, suddenly realizing how embarrassing it would be if that information was somehow made public.

“It is anonymous, but all medical records are kept confidential.” The doctor explained, and Ellie and Harry exhaled a sigh of relief.

“Good, I can’t imagine how mad my mum would be if she found out through a tabloid that we were trying to have a baby,” Harry shook his head at that mental image.

“You haven’t told her?” Ellie couldn’t believe it! He and his mom were close, right?

“She would be on my back 24/7 if she knew - in fact, she’d probably be over here right now offering to take care of you so you could relax while pregnant.” Harry explained exasperatedly.

“Yeah, I don’t want that,” Ellie shook her head at the image. Her mother had offered to do nearly the same thing for Vivian, Scott’s wife, when she found out she was pregnant, because Scott was often away playing hockey. ‘Though, it would be nice to not have to go through some of it alone’ Ellie thought when she considered Harry’s tour schedule, and how busy he is even when he’s not touring. She mentally shook her head and decided to keep that to herself.

‘He doesn’t need to worry about that, too’ Ellie told herself. ‘Just take it one day at a time’.

“Just one more day,” Harry said, nearly repeating Ellie’s mental monologue. “Then we’ll know for sure.” He leaned over to kiss her cheek.

‘One more day…’

Notes

Sorry for the long wait between chapters again!!! I wrote part of this by hand yesterday at work because I got bored, and the rest kind of went from there!
BTW, I took a course in college (for a science requirement) called ‘Making Babies’ and that’s why I know so much about pregnancy tests! Not because I’ve had to use them a lot myself!! (not that there’s anything wrong with that!) Just wanted to clarify : )

I hope you’re enjoying the story so far! Sorry to leave it on a cliffhanger like this!

Thank you for reading, commenting, and voting! :D