Harry Styles Imagines

(45) - remembering harry

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(Today we will have to get through an important and delicate chapter.
You are free to let 'Two Ghosts', play while reading. Enjoy.)

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"Good morning, darling. How do you feel today?", Olivia entered the hospital room and approached Harry's bed slowly and carefully, trying to not scare him in any way.

Harry sat slightly up as Olivia made herself comfortable on the chair beside the bed.

"I feel just fine, Olivia.", Harry responded lowly and Olivia's eyes searched for his, not finding them as bright as they once were.

Olivia decided to not talk for a minute, until Harry decided to speak.

"You brought them here again, didn't you?", Harry asked, his voice deep and his eyes' colour was turned off, as they were on her.

His wife nodded with her head, looking down on the plain pavement the hospital had.

"I told you that I can't remember them.", Harry snapped and Olivia stood up quickly, to fix the pillow behind his back.

"I'm just trying to help, baby...", tears started forming in her dark eyes, as she noticed that Harry didn't want to make an effort.

"Just-, let them in.", Harry sighed, feeling already exhausted and Olivia took his cold hand into her warm one, as a sign of thankfulness and walked towards the door, opening it to step out.

"Thank you, mum.", baby Alex was given to Olivia and as soon as he felt his mummy's warm arms around him, he started playing with her hair.

"Bye, bye nonna.", baby Meredith waved at nonna Francesca, who gave her a small, sad smile and quickly left the hospital, not wanting to stay in the place in which many people had died and were also born.

Baby Meredith held Olivia's left hand tighly, took a deep breath and finally met Olivia's brown eyes.
"Everything is going to be alright, baby girl.", Olivia whispered, not believing in her own words.

Baby Meredith nodded, her small hand hesitantly on the door knob and opened the door slowly, feeling so much sadness fill her lungs.

"Hi Daddy.", baby Alex told him happily, recognizing his face.

Harry looked at him and then at the little girl beside Olivia, who resembled his appearance and features.

"Mornin', Harry.", baby Meredith mumbled.
The little girl remembered to call him by his own name, like her mummy told her to.
Alex was a baby, and they couldn't possibly make him understand that the word "dad" shouldn't be used in this period.

"Good morning guys.", Harry muttered and baby Meredith started hiding herself behind Olivia's long leg.

Harry's gaze was on the plain white wall in front of him, and Olivia sat down on the chair with baby Meredith on her lap and beside her, Alex.

"Baby Meredith, tell Harry what you did today. Don't be shy, baby.", Olivia comforted her daughter and kissed her cheek as the little girl hesitantly took out of her pocket a piece of paper, that was folded multiple times.

Baby Meredith's eyes were set on Olivia's knee, and slowly, started getting ready to meet the one's that belonged to her daddy.

"I-I was at the kindergarden t-today.", Alex played carelessly with Olivia's well ironed blouse, Olivia looked nervously at her baby and squeezed her small hand.