Harry Styles Imagines

Panic! At The Hospital

"Hope that you're having a great day! I was wondering if I could submit a request for a one shot? Would you be able to write a one shot where the missus is pregnant with one of the kids and she has to have minor surgery for something baby related? Thank you!!😘"

Hearing that you may need surgery just as you were entering the second trimester of your pregnancy is not what you want to hear. "I'm just going to get the doctor. He'll have a look," the nurse that was giving you the ultrasound smiled. You nodded, squeezing Harry's hand for dear life. You never imagined there would be anything wrong, it hadn't even crossed your mind.

"Mister and Missus Styles, pleasure to see you again, let's take a look at your baby, shall we?" You smiled, nodding firmly not sure what to do. Should you be scared, happy, nervous? You didn't know. "I'm really sorry to inform you, but it looks like we'll need to perform a fetoscopy," he said, as he looked at the screen where your unborn baby was being shown. And you didn't know what a fetoscopy was, but it didn't sound like something you wanted done.

He turned the screen towards you. "You see this right her, this is your baby's arm, but you see this," he pointed to something else on the screen. "This is an amniotic band, and basically in terms that you'd understand, it's wrapping around your baby's arm which could cause amputation, or other serious injuries if you don't get it fixed in the next month or so. Because the uterine incision is so small for a fetoscopy, you'll heal easily, and you'll still be able to plan for a vaginal birth. We'll use a laser that is inserted through the fetoscope to eliminate the band and stop it from constricting the baby's limb," he finished and you looked at Harry. Both of you looked absolutely terrified.

"Please, baby, don't be scared. Is she put on a local or general anaesthesia?" Harry asked the doctor after assuring you that you'd be ok.

"She'll be issued a general anaesthesia and an epidural, the baby will also be issued an anaesthesia. You can come into the surgical room with us, permitted you'll wear scrubs, but you can be there through it. It's considered minor surgery," he said and Harry kissed your forehead.

"Where do we make the appointment?" You croaked out as you tried to keep yourself calm, and stop the tears from falling out of your eyes.

"If you tell me when you're free I can go and talk to the receptionist, let you both have a moment," you nodded before looking to Harry.

"I'm off tour for the time being so I'm free whenever. As soon as you can fit us in, doc," he smiled sadly. Doctor Jacobson smiled before making his way out of the room after handing you a towel to clear the gel off with.

"I don't want surgery, Harry. I don't want to harm my baby," your voice got quieter with each word, the last word catching in your throat as you finally broke down. Harry took you into his arms, pressing you against his body, peppering kissed on your head.

"Angel, please don't cry. We aren't doing this to harm our baby, we're doing this to help them. Please don't panic my love. We don't need a Panic! At The Hospital," he joked, making you laugh.

"God, your jokes are terrible," you laughed into his chest. "But thank you."

*Three Weeks Later*

"Tell her I said she'll be fine. We just have to stay positive, don't you worry, sweet boy. I love you," Anne said to Harry on the phone.

"Thanks, mum. We're just waiting to be taken down to theatre. I know everything will be ok but it just doesn't make it less nerve wracking, you know?" He said to his mother who was always so comforting.

"I know, lovey. I know. Just keep positive for that fantastic wife of yours, yeah? She's the best thing that's ever happened to you. I'm so proud," he smiled largely as his mum's words.

"Thank you, mum. Listen, that's the doctor so i need to get going. I love you," Anne said her goodbyes and gave her wishes of good luck and love, and then you were on your way to theatre.

****

Watching your wife on a bed, laying, worrying about her baby was one of the worst things in the world. Harry had no idea how to comfort her, so he just kept pressing kissed to her forehead telling her that everything would be ok, even though he didn't know if it would.

"What's wrong, my love?" Harry panicked as her face scrunched up.

"I'm really hungry," she mumbled, making Harry chuckle, grabbing her hand.

"We'll get you some food when we get out of here. We could stop at Domino's on the way home and get you that BBQ Chicken Pizza you love an Mozzarella Sticks," he smiled, making your eyes widen and you nodded.

"You know, I think it's a girl, I have a feeling it's a girl," you said, grasping Harry's hand in yours even tighter.

"I think so too, sweets. And I think she'll be just as beautiful as you," he sweet talked you.

"But I'd want her to have your eyes, and your dimpled. Your eyes are my favourite thing about you, Green Eyes," you whispered.

"I want her to have your nose, because it's so small and petite, and your mouth because it's so cutest when you frowns. And your personality. Because God, everyone will love her if she's like you," he whispered.

"That's it Mrs. Styles. And your baby looks absolutely perfect," Doctor Jacobson smiled.

"It worked, baby. It worked," you whispered happily to Harry tears pouring out of your eyes.

"Now we'd like to keep for here for 2-4 hours to make sure everything's fine, and wait for the anaesthesia to wear off, but everything went perfectly Mrs. Styles. And I also managed to find out the gender, if you'd like to know?" You and Harry looked at each other, massive smiles on your faces, before nodding at the doctor.

"It's a girl."

"We're having a girl, baby. A little, perfect girl just like you."