Misses Who? (Sequel to Mrs. Styles?!)

Chapter Nineteen

Making it to the fifth floor of the hospital all I can think about is my fear. It's consuming every corner of my thoughts. I know Harry doesn't deserve a baby, but that doesn't mean I should lose ours for his benefit.

The flight I took and this fight are definitely not great for the baby. I could feel my body psychically shaking from the trauma.

"Are you okay?" Paul empathized breaking my thoughts.

Opening my eyes as I'm about to respond my eyes begin to block some of my vision replacing things with black spots which paralyzes me. Unable to keep my eyes open I feel my body losing balance and prepare to fall backwards only to be caught by whom I assume is my guard. Carrying me swiftly in front of the desk he begins to call my name which becomes quieter as I feel myself slowly drifting out of consciousness.

Turning slightly I scrunch my eyebrows when I notice I'm in a firm bed. Listening to a familiar voice I focus on the pain in my arm.

"Everything will be fine. She's just a little dehydrated and I'm sure this IV will give her all the electrolytes and nutrients that she needs."

Opening my eyes I look at my previous obstetrician Gigi. Meeting her eye I see how her face brightens while she smiles at me. "It's so good to see you again. I'm sorry it's under these circumstances."

Circumstances? Oh no, I feel my eyes widening in surprise, maybe even in shock at the news. I had miscarriage again didn't I? Stammering I speak,"I-I-I lost the baby didn't I?" This question is really important and I'm eager to just hear the answer so I can begin to grieve.

"Oh my gosh no honey. Don't think negatively, the baby is perfectly healthy. I have a band attached to your stomach and if you listen carefully you can hear the heartbeat." She informs causing me to see the band on my stomach and to not only hear the sound of my monitor beep quicker, but the sound of it's. Now that I'm aware of it I can tell that the baby must be fine.

Wiping my forehead to calm myself I can't help the way my whole heart warms up. "Thank you, I'm sorry I was so worried it's just the doctor I was seeing on vacation told me not to take a flight and that if I did that I should come to see you and make sure everything was fine."

"You don't have to call it a vacation Jess, Sophia told me everything she's been feeling so guilty and it's been stressing her out. Even caused an-"

Not wanting to hear anything about her or any of my other former "friends" I interrupt her, "please don't bring her up or any of them. The last time I saw you before that appointment it was for a baby they didn't even tell me about. I didn't get to grieve instead I lost both my memory and my baby. The worst part is I could feel the loss I just didn't know how to explain it." Sobbing away I wiped the tears that I needed to stop having over these people and waited for her to inform me on what was wrong with me, if anything.

"I'm sorry no one told you anything. They should've, but that would have had bad effects on your memory. I won't bring them up if that's what you really want. Although, I will say one thing this stress and resentment your keeping isn't only effecting you, its effecting everyone including that little one in your tummy. You need to relax love; for the both of you. I'll be back let me get everything ready for the sonogram."

Waiting for her to leave the empty room I wonder if she made Paul leave because of doctor-patient confidentiality. Looking over at the clock I listen to it tick not knowing what to do or think about. Please let my child be fine. Closing my eyes I hear the door open causing me to open them.

"I'm back." My doctor states moving the sonogram in with her. Pulling up my dress I wait for her to begin with that dreadful cold gel she's going to place on my abdomen.

As she begins I stare at the screen while she searches for anything out of the norm. Watching her facial reaction I'm in contempt with everything being fine. "Do you know the gender yet? Or do you want it to be a surprise?" She questions smiling over at me.

"Well this whole pregnancy was a surprise so I guess I don't need to know the gender. No one even knows about the baby and because of Doctor-Patient confidentiality I guess it'll stay that way." I say sounding a little more aggressive then I meant. I thought I had a miscarriage so I hope she doesn't judge me.

"Sounds good, I won't tell Harry if that's what you're implying. I mean sure you haven't heard his side of the story, but if you're going to divorce him just do it already. You'll make every single women and gay man happy. Everyone wants Harry Styles."

"I'm a psychologist Gigi, reverse psychology doesn't work on me. I saw what he did with my own to eyes you can believe what ever you'd like, but what they did to me wasn't right. The good innocent Harry had doctors lie for him not telling me anything about my injury and miscarriage. I was spotting for weeks confused and feeling at loss. I get that you've heard their sides of the story, you just haven't heard mine." I bawled wiping away the water works running down my cheeks. Continuing to speak I ask her,"So, is there anything wrong?"

"I'm sorry, and no. However, if you don't lay down and stay away from stress it will start to effect the angel. Please try to stay in bed as much as you can I'm not putting you on bed rest, but if your blood pressure goes down just one numeric I will have to. Go home and relax."

"Ahh,'you mean to hotel? I don't have a home."

"If you believe that Harry did what you think he did then take the house hun. Just because you're a women doesn't mean he should be aloud to have it."

"Thanks for the suggestion, but he'll just stay there and try to talk with me and I'm not up for that." Getting off the bed I fix my outfit and grab a napkin to ensure no one can tell that my face was ever tear-stained.

"Okay, schedule an appointment at the front desk and grab your prenatal vitamins the prescription has already been sent there." Gigi advised giving me a hug, "I truly hope everything works out for you."

"Thank you," I whisper against her shoulder unwrapping my arms. Grabbing my purse I wonder what hotel I should go to. Will the paparazzi find out I'm not staying at home if I book a stay? Sighing out loud I continue to the front desk where I see Paul. Smiling at him I schedule my next appointment and grab my prescription so we can go.

"How was it? Everything okay?" He questions as we exit the hospital.

"Yeah I just need to rest more which means finding a place to go!" I inform as an idea puts up in my head.

"Not going back home?"

"And risk bumping into H-Harry? Heck no, but I do know where I'm going." I start with a wide smile on my face. I may be mad, but it's the right place to stay.

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