Little Miss // Harry Styles baby

Twenty Three

"Nurse." I said to a young nurse fixing up a delivery table.

"Yes?" She asked.

"Could you go get my little brother?"

"Of course... What's his name?"

"Oliver." I replied.

She nodded and left I was now left in a plain room. I reached beside me to the phone I dialed in Harry's number.

*Harry's POV*

"I don't care!" I hollered back at some of the management team.

They had called me in to have a meeting about my little runaway. But I really didn't give a shit! I was glad I went to see Brie she means more to me than what management thinks. My phone buzzed in my back pocket, making a louder noise on the plastic seat I was sitting on. Everyone stared at me, I reached into my pocket and took out my cell phone. It was a random number but it had the same area code that Brie's from.

"I'll take this outside." I told everyone excusing myself.

I closed the door behind me and answered it, "hello." I said into the phone.

"Harry!" Brie said her voice showed she was panicked.

"What's wrong?" I asked quickly.

"I'm at the hospital..."

"What why!?" My heart raced quickly.

"I'm going into labour."

I was stunned those words I didn't expect for another two months. I had to get to her I needed to see my son. It might be my only chance to ever look at him ever since he's going to be born so early.

"Fuck." I said under my breath.

"Are you coming?" She asked.

"Yeah just calm down... I'll be there soon."

She hung up and I walked back inside, everyone stopped their own conversations to eye me down.

"I need to leave." I said awkwardly.

"Excuse me?" A woman asked.

"Brie... My sons mom is in labour now."

"No there's two more months!" Another woman butted in.

"No she's going to have him early. I'm leaving."

"Mr. Styles if you leave you will be kicked out of the band."

I looked back at everyone before I left, "no I won't be kicked out... If you do that I'll just tell everyone what happened. The fans support me being a dad! They don't even like you!" I laughed leaving and slamming the door behind me.

I ran outside and into the black SUV that drove me here. My heart pounded as I instructed the pilot that I always fly with to get a plane ready and fast. I called the boys and told them the situation, Niall, Louis, and Liam told me that they would get to the hospital as soon as possible. I called my mum, and sister told them the news. They weren't all took thrilled.

"I want to see my grandson." My mum complained.

"You will... Just not now."

"Harry." She said sternly, "I am your mother. I will be at the hospital with your sister shortly."

My mum was all the way in the UK there was no way she'd get there quickly. But I didn't argue with her because she knew what she wanted and she was going to get it.

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The plane landed and I got off instantly. It was raining very hard, I ran to the SUV waiting for me to avoid getting hit by huge pellets of rain water. I told the driver to take me to the hospital fast. I stared out the window at the crazy traffic.