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Mine: Finale (Part 3): “You Are the Best Thing That’s Ever Been Mine”

A/N: After three days and just shy of 2,000 words, part three is here! I hope everyone’s enjoyed reading this series... I’ve also included an epilogue as a bonus. Message me for anything :) Much love x

Part One: “We’re Taking On the World Together”

Part Two: “We’ve Got Nothing Figured Out”

“Three-month-old female,” one of the EMT in the ambulance spoke into a walkie-talkie, “unable to breathe. Had an allergic reaction to a prescribed antibiotic. Stand by for drop-off.”

“Oh God,” you cried. Tears welded up in your eyes at the sight of your baby daughter with an oxygen mask over her nose, IV needles inserted into her tiny arms, and the sound of her small gasps of air. Rosy’s skin was pale, her green eyes closed. The only part of her moving was her stomach.

You buried your face into Harry’s chest as he enclosed his arms around you. Muffled sobbing came out of you while Harry was completely silent. It took every bone, every muscle, every nerve in his body to keep himself from falling apart. “She’ll be okay,” he managed to choke out.

Rosy was undressed and left only in her diapers. One of the EMT men took an antihistamine and injected it into Rosy’s left thigh. You squirmed at the sight. You felt every needle they put inside Rosy. Everything your daughter felt, you felt.

Around 4:30 in the morning you arrived at the hospital, just minutes after paramedics received your call. The sky was still dark and the air cool and misty. The ambulance doors swung open, and Rosy was transferred onto a stretcher and taken into the emergency room by a team of nurses. You and Harry jumped out of the ambulance and followed quickly. The nurses took Rosy through a set of double doors.

“I’m sorry,” a male nurse said, stopping you in your tracks. “You have to stay here.”

“We’re her parents,” you tried to look through the small rectangular windows of the double doors, the sight of the stretcher fading.

The male nurse shook his head, “We can’t let you in at this time. We’ll keep you posted. Please have a seat, and wait here.”

“It’s alright, luv,” Harry said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Okay, we’ll wait here,” he told the nurse, “Please make sure our daughter’s alright.”

The nurse nodded then entered through the double doors.

“Baby, let’s take a seat,” Harry suggested. He motioned to the empty chairs at the corner of the emergency room.

You must have looked a mess that morning. Your eyes bloodshot from crying for hours—first after your big fight with Harry then again inside the ambulance. Pieces of your hair was falling out of your already messy bun. Harry didn’t look great himself. Exhaustion was written all over him. Dark circles formed under his eyes. He threw dirty clothes on just before paramedics arrived.

A few individuals waiting in the emergency room eyed you and Harry, probably wondering why you both looked familiar— or Harry, at least. Granted, they had bigger problems to worry about than where they had seen the curly haired man before. But at that moment, he definitely looked worse in person.

Media vans began to pull up on the streets.This was the last thing you needed. The rest of whole world judging your poor mothering skills. As if your husband wasn’t enough.

“Mum,” Harry said, holding his phone to his ear. “Mum— We’re at the hospital.”

“What!” You heard Anne yell through the phone. You couldn’t decipher the muffled words that followed after.

“Rosy had an allergic reaction. She couldn’t breathe,” Harry explained to a frantic Anne. “No, we didn’t… yes, bu’—… I don’t know, Mum.” Harry shut his eyes and rested his head on the wall. He listened to his mother speak, responding with a mixture of “Mhmm,” “Yeh,” and “I don’t know”. “Alrigh’, see you soon,” Harry finally said before hanging up.

“What did she say?” you asked Harry.

“Mum, Robin, and Gemma are on their way,” he said. “Luv, about what I said earlier, I—“

You stood up from you seat. “I’m going to take a walk,” you said abruptly before walking outside of the emergency room. “Could I join you?” Harry tried asking. You shook your head. “Alone,” you added. Harry nodded and watched you at you go. His head fell to his hands, tears finally breaking through him. “Christ,” he cursed, rubbing his eyes in frustration. He felt completely defeated.

The two things he valued more than anything were drifting farther and farther away from him.

Harry sat alone in the emergency room for a while, sunken into his seat. “Harry!” Anne cried out when she caught sight of her son. The three of them rushed to Harry. Anne hugged him first and placed a kiss on her his cheek. Gemma hugged her brother afterwards, then finally Robin. “Be strong, son. Our Rosy will be alright,” Robin kept positive and was in high spirits.

Harry returned a small smile. “Where’s Y/N?” Gemma asked as she looked around the room. “She went for a walk,” Harry replied. “Alright, I’m gonna go find her,” Gemma said before taking off.

You were sat on a bench behind tall bushes, hidden from the view of photographers. You closed your eyes and took a long deep breath, inhaling the cool morning air. “Hey sister,” a voice said. Your eyes opened and you saw Gemma in a tracksuit sit beside you. She pulled you in for a tight, long embrace. It was a quiet gesture that said what you needed to hear.

“What are you doing here by yourself?” she asked.

“Just thinking,” you answered.

“‘bout what?”

You sighed. “I dunno— maybe I’m not fit to be a mum. This is all my fault.”

The corners of Gemma’s mouth dropped into a frown. “No!” she exclaimed. “How could you say that!”

“Harry and I had a bad fight,” you told her. “It got me thinking.”

“Ohhh, that makes sense now.” It made sense to her why you and Harry were separated. It was a rarity. “What are you fighting about?”

“I’m not fit to be a mother,” you told her honestly. “I feel like it’s my fault Rosy’s sick.”

“No, Y/N. You’re wrong,” Gemma affirmed. “You are an excellent mother to Rosy. And an amazing wife to my brother. None of this is your fault.”

“Do you mean that?” you asked Gemma.

She nodded assuringly. “One hundred percent. You are selfless, Y/N. You always put your family before yourself. I can see the love you have for Harry and Rosy. You take such good care of the both of them,” she told you, “This is not your fault. This is no one’s fault.”

The two of you sat in silence as you tried to convince yourself that Gemma was telling the truth. Maybe she was right, you thought.

Inside the emergency room was Harry and Anne sitting beside one another, having a similar conversation. Harry had opened up to Anne about the fight the two of you had. Harry was stricken over with guilt for the pain his thoughtless words caused you. He didn’t mean any of it and would do anything to take it all back.

Anne’s eyes welded up at the sight of her son so devastated. “Some things you can’t prevent,” she told Harry, rubbing his tense shoulder. She reminded him perfect parents didn’t exist. “When your sister was born, your dad and I made so many mistakes,” she said chortling. “You would think by the time we had you, we’d have it all figured out. But we didn’t. It’s a lifetime of learning.” Slowly but surely Anne’s comforting words made Harry feel better.

“Make up with Y/N, Harry,” she concluded. “Rosy doesn’t need her parents fighting. What she needs is her mummy and daddy together on one team. It’s hard to get through this alone. You and Y/N need each other.”

Harry took a deep breath and nodded. “Thanks, mum,” he said, pulling his mum into an embrace. “I love you, Harry,” Anne said. “I love you, too, mum.”

“Harry.” His head shot up at the sound of your voice. He saw you standing a few feet away, your arms link together with Gemma. Anne stood up. She greeted you with a smile and a hug. “Hi Sweetheart,” Anne before turning to Gemma. “Let’s go look for Robin? He went searching for a vending machine.”

Gemma nodded at Anne’s suggestion. The two left, leaving you and Harry with some privacy.

“Harry, listen, I—“ Harry rose to his feet and pressed his lips on yours, cutting you off. His kiss was strong and passionate. His hands snaked around your back, pulling you closer to him. “What was that for?” you giggled as he pulled away.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. For everything I said earlier. None of that was true. There’s no other woman I would rather have be the mother of my children than you. You are incredible. You have done more for me and Rose than I could ever ask for. You’re my rock, Y/N.”

His words brought tears to your eyes. “I’m sorry, too. For what I said,” you told him. “I love you and I love our family. With all my heart.”

Harry leaned down and kissed you once more, softly this time. “I love you, Y/N Styles,” he said.

“I love you, too.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Styles?” a voice said, interrupting. Your heads whipped to the direction of the voice. In front of you was the male nurse from earlier. Once he saw he had your attention he said, “We ran blood cultures and monitored her vital signs. We have her on an IV and the doctor prescribed her a different anti-biotic. She’s responding well.”

“Oh thank you, God,” you and Harry both said in relief.

“We admitted her into a room. It’s all precautionary. We would like to keep her here for a few more days to keep an eye on her. Would you like to see your daughter?”

You and Harry nodded and the nurse led the way. He took you through a series of hallways, left and right turns, until you reached the pediatric unit. Rosy was in a little room, laying inside a box crib just big enough for her. She regained color back into her skin, her breathing regular and consistent. You saw her little fingers twitching as she slept. She had small needles attached to her still and fluids hung beside her. A heart monitor was taped to her chest and a tube for oxygen to her nose.

“I’ll give you two a moment,” the nurse said before stepping out of the room.

You walked towards Rosy, slipping a finger underneath her small hands. You felt a small grasp. Harry was standing beside you, and arm around your waist and his lips to your temple.

“Mummy and Daddy are here, baby girl,” you said to a sleeping baby. “We love you so much, Rosy.”

A little sleepy mumble came out of Rosy’s pink lips bringing a smile to both your faces. Harry leaned over the crib. “You and your mum, Rosy, are the best thing that’s ever been mine. I want you to know that I will love you for as long as I love. Get well soon, my little bug.”

Epilogue