A looooooooong Harry Imagine xxx
Nothing mattered in that moment but that tiny screen. The tiny screen that was showing me my future; my child.
It didn’t matter that I was only 18 and a half, it didn’t matter what management thought nor did it matter what the fans said. It didn’t matter that I had no idea how to be a father, or to take care of someone that completely depended on me.
“Well, Miss Johnson, you’re definitely pregnant. About eleven weeks along, I’d say.” The happy technician announces, smiling as she wipes the clear goo from (Y/N)’s stomach with a paper towel. The machine is turned off and we’re handed the small black pictures.
“I’ll leave you to it, then. See you in a few weeks.”
“Thank you,” (Y/N) nods, sitting up, pulling her t-shirt back over her stomach. She turns to me, her brown eyes wide; scared; terrified even. “Harry, do you understand? We’re going to be parents. This isn’t a joke anymore.”
I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face. “We are going to be parents.” I confirm, feeling elated and nervous and every other positive emotion in the dictionary. Yet again, nothing mattered but (Y/N) and that little teeny baby in her stomach.
“Harry…but we’re only 18. I’m supposed to start school in the fall. What will my parents think? What will your camp say? What are we supposed to do?” Her full, pink bottom lip quivers, sending my heart into shambles.
“It’s going to be hard, but everything’s going to be okay. Everything will be fine.”
“It’s not!” She cries, holding her face in her hands. “It’s absolutely not okay. This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“Yeah, neither were we, but we’re here, aren’t we? Come on, let’s get you home.”
The ride home is silent and awkward, both of us about to break from the tension. I want to shout from how happy I am, but I can’t, not with the way (Y/N)’s acting. When we finally reach my flat, we take a silent and terse ride up the elevator, barely holding hands.
“I want a nap.” (Y/N) says, heading off towards my room.
“Can I come with you?” She nods, slipping her jeans off as she slides into my bed. I crawl in beside her, wrapping my arms around her waist. We fall asleep a short time later and I awake before she does, watching her as she remains still.
(Y/N) is facing me, her hands holding gently onto the cotton of my black shirt. I slip away from her, going to my closet to grab the ring I’ve had hidden there for a while. I don’t know why I bought it, considering I’ve only been in the relationship for seven months, but there was something about it and I had to have it.
I walked back into the bedroom, the ring pressing into the skin of my palm. “Hi,” (Y/N) greets quietly, her head still lying against the pillows.
“You’re awake.”
“I just woke up. What were you doing?”
“Nothing,” I say, crawling back into the bed, facing her. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“What do you think the next step should be?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well…” I pause, collecting my thoughts. “Do you think we should be married?”
“Married?” She squeaks, sitting up, almost throwing herself out of the bed. “Married?!”
“Isn’t that what usual people do in our situation? Shouldn’t we be?”
“We’re eighteen for god’s sake! Don’t be ridiculous!” My throat burns with the feeling of rejection washing through me, the ring falling onto the gray sheets. “What’s that?” She gulps, hazel eyes wide, like she was terrified of the diamond sitting between us.
