Harry Styles Imagines

Lost

I'm laying in our soft, warm bed and in his strong, yet gentle arms. My head his nuzzled into his bare chest as I draw senseless patterns on his skin while watching one of our favorite movies, Sleepless In Seattle.

I listen to his heartbeat as I feel the rise and fall of his chest. I look up at him, grinning from ear to ear.

If I earned a star for every time he made me smile, I'd own the galaxy.

I love him so much it hurts sometimes.

He tears his eyes from the screen and looks down at me, rubbing my belly bump. We're 5 months pregnant, now. My bump isn't that big, but the doctor said I shouldn't worry about it and to give it some time to show more. I've heard this happen before - some women have a tilted uterus so the baby doesn't show as much as most.

Harry smiles widely. "What?" He questions, raising a brow.

"Oh, nothing," I sigh, "I just can't believe we're going to be parents." My lips form a grin and I peck the corner of his mouth. He shakes his head, still showing off his dimples.

"I know. It's crazy. You're going to be a mommy, (Y/N). And you've granted me the most amazing opportunity to be a father." I can't help but smile even more.

I snuggle up closer and kiss his jawline. He bites his lip and I smirk to myself a bit. My eyes shift over at the clock and I notice that it's getting really late.

"We better go to bed, babe." I say to him and he nods.

"Good because I'm beat."

"You haven't done anything today." I giggle.

"Maybe so, but your warmth is definitely making me tired." He pecks the top of my head.

I playfully roll my eyes, getting under the covers and already being dressed in my pajamas. Once I snuggle up close enough to his secure body, he immediately wraps his arms around my waist and starts rubbing my belly.

The next thing I know, I hear soft singing from behind me and a pair of arms wrap around my small body. "Isn't she lovely...?" He coos in my ear. "Isn't she wonderful?"

I lose consciousness with the help of Harry's soft tune.

***
I wake up to a sharp pain in my lower abdomen; it's more like a burning, really. It's where I'd usually have cramps if I were on my monthly, but seeing as I'm pregnant, I don't get those types of cramps.

The pain is horrible, way worse than if I were on my period.

Maybe I've just got terrible gas.

My whole body is covered in a thin layer of sweat. I feel a drop of it stream down the back of my neck.

As I become more awake and observant, I notice that it feels as if I've wet the bed. Maybe my water broke and I'm going into labor?

I lift the sheets gently (so I don't wake Harry in case it's nothing serious) in hopes to see some sort of clear or maybe beige color, but instead I'm greeted with a dark red. My eyes widen and I'm too afraid to move.

Something is very wrong.

"H-Harry," I croak, only to receive snores and no sign of consciousness.

I groan, shifting a little more towards him. My movements didn't hurt me - it was just a continuous cycle of pain. I wasn't fearful of moving because of the discomfort, but because of what might happen to the baby if I do move.

I let out a grunt as I lean forward to grab my pillow from behind me, lifting it up and hitting Harry with it as forceful as I can.

He jolts up, and relief courses through me.