Harry's P.O.V

I could not believe Louis would do that. Who was that guy?! Did he know him!? Did he invite him here?! The questions would not stop running through my head as I tried to calm down.

"H. You're on in five." Liam told me.

I nodded and took a few deep breaths as I walked over to the stage. Whatever the fuck this was would have to wait. I have fans out there who are counting on me. I listened to the countdown and started to sing Drag Me Down while I walked back on stage.

I've got fire for a heart

I'm not scared of the dark

You've never seen it look so easy

The crowd loved it, even if it was hard to sing given my upset state.

The concert was going as planned until about four songs in. I was getting ready to introduce Kayden for Girl Almighty when something caught my attention.

"HARRY! ITS LOUIS!" A group in the audience yelled at the same time.

I turned my head quickly and they were all waving me over. Some had tears in their eyes and others looked panicked. Normally I would just wave but this seemed important. I quickly made my way over to them and jumped down off the stage. Security surrounded me as I spoke to the group of girls.

"What's going on?!" I asked.

"It's Louis." She said sadly. "He has been in an accident." She handed me her phone and I felt my heart drop.

There were a few pictures posted online of a car accident. I recognized the car and it was completely mangled. There was another picture of Louis being put onto a stretcher.

I couldn't manage to slow my heart down or remember how to breathe. I quickly jumped back onto the stage.

"I'm so sorry. I love you all but I have to go." I said as I ran off the stage. There were a few people booing but most sounded concerned. As I ran backstage, I noticed Liam and Niall looking at me confused. "Louis has been in an accident." I told them. "I have to get to the hospital NOW!"

They nodded and told me they would take care of everything here. I left quickly and made my way to the hospital, breaking every possible traffic law on the way there. As I got there, I ran inside.

"Louis Tomlinson!" I told the woman in a panic.

She looked at her computer. "He is in the O.R right now sir. If you would have a seat-" I didn't listen to what she had to say. I instantly took off running towards where I could find the O.R.

It took a lot of asking people but I finally found it. As I rushed into the door a nurse yelled at me.

"Sir! You can't be in here!" She said.

I looked at the table and saw Louis laying there unconscious. I glanced at the doctor and saw as they removed a baby from his stomach.

"Pregnant?" I said in disbelief. "He was pregnant?!"

"Sir I need you to wait outside." The nurse repeated.

"No. He is my fiancé!" I yelled. "That is my child."

She looked at the doctor and just as he was about to nod, the monitors started to go off.

"He's seizing!" The doctor shouted.

I couldn't pay attention to what happened next. I watched helplessly as the doctors worked to save the love of my life. I was pulled from the room and sat down in a chair. I sat there motionless for what felt like hours. The only time I would move is when I would see someone leave the room.

"Can you please tell me something?!" I asked.

"They are working on him. A doctor will come talk to you as soon as possible." She replied sympathetically.

I sat there letting the tears flow down my face. "How did this happen?!" I thought. After the longest time known to the history of man, which was apparently six hours, a doctor came out to talk to me.

"Mr. Styles." He said and I stood up. "Louis is stable." I could feel myself visibly relax. "However, he is in a coma."

"A- a coma?" I asked as I felt my heart break again.

"Yes. It seems as if Mr. Tomlinson was pregnant and went into labor. The contraction pains caught him off guard while he was driving and he got into an accident. We hadn't noticed it when we brought him into surgery because the c section was emergent, however he had a brain bleed from the collision. Our neurosurgeon repaired the bleed, however, he is in a coma and we are not sure when he is going to wake up. Only time will tell." He explained.

I took a deep breath as I processed this information. "Okay, think positive. He is alive." I said to myself out loud.

"Yes sir. He is alive." The doctor confirmed.

"And what about the baby?" I asked remembering suddenly I now have another child.

"Your son is doing just fine. He appears to be full term. Would you like to go see him?" He asked. I nodded and he led me down a hallway to the NICU. "We have him in here simply for observation. Mr. Tomlinson had no prenatal care, correct?"

I nodded. "We didn't know."

He smiled sadly. "Well he appears to be very healthy, but we are going to keep him in here for a few days to make sure." He walked over to a small little crib and stood beside it. "Here is your son." He said before he excused himself and I looked down at the tiny baby inside of it.

He was so small. He was sleeping soundly and you could tell he was just born. However, he already looked like Louis. I melted as I slipped my finger into his hand and he wrapped his fingers around it tightly.

"Is this your son?" A nurse asked. I nodded. "Do you have a name yet?" I shook my head.

"His father and I, we didn't know he was pregnant. He's um- he's in a coma right now and I don't want to name him by myself." I said sadly, feeling the tears restart.

She nodded sadly. "I understand. For now, we will just call him Baby Styles."

I remembered how Louis said he wants to hyphenate our last names when we get married. "Tomlinson-Styles." I corrected.

She nodded in confirmation and wrote it on his chart. After checking his vitals, she left me alone with him and went to tend to other babies. About an hour later, the doctor came back in.

"Mr. Styles." He addressed me. "Louis is in the ICU but you are allowed to see him now."

I nodded and stood up. "I'll be back in a bit." I whispered to my sleeping son. I then followed the doctor to the Intensive Care Unit.

As soon as I walked into the room, I wanted to cry. There was my sweet fiancé, lying lifeless in a hospital bed. There was a ventilator breathing for him. Tubes were everywhere and he had a bandage wrapped around his head. I have never seen a more upsetting sight. I immediately felt myself begin to sob. I walked over to the bed and grabbed his hand.

"Louis." I kissed his forehead. "I am so sorry. Baby, I need you to wake up. Please. I need you to fight this. For me, for Kayden, and for our son. Lou, he is gorgeous. He looks like you. So please. Please wake up so we can raise our children together. I love you." I told him through tears.