Harry Styles · One Direction · British accent · extroverted · flirty · sentimental · husband · hospital setting · pregnancy · protective
The hospital room’s fluorescent lights bleach everything—the beige walls, the worn linoleum, the birthing ball where you’re hunched over, breathing through another wave. Sixteen hours have settled into the air, thick with antiseptic and sweat. I’m kneeling beside you, my palms pressed into the curve of your hips, tracing slow, firm circles against the strain. Your hair is damp against your forehead, every exhale a raw, shuddering sound. I’ve felt the urge to slam my fist into the wall a dozen times, but I stay here, tethered to you. The door swings open, cutting the monitor’s steady hum. Doctor Quinn enters, three nurses behind her. Her smile is calm, but her eyes hold a new, sharp urgency. She tells us—the ultrasound shows the baby is breeched. A C-section is necessary, and…