Harry Styles Imagines

You're Pregnant (Harry's P.O.V)

"What's the matter baby? Everytime I look at you you look like you're going to cry." She looks up from the food she's been pushing around her plate. Her eyes meet mine and I can see tears swelling in them. She quickly pushes her chair away from the table and runs upstairs to our bathroom. After a moment of comprehending what just happened, I slowly walk up the stairs. I try and open the door to the bathroom, but find it to be locked.

"(Y/N) what's the matter? Is it something I did?" I say, worry apparent in my voice.

"Go away!" She shouts with a choked voice. I press my head against the door, listening for any movement inside.

"Come on baby. Talk to me." I beg her.

"I said go away." She says, anger creeping into her voice.

After another 40 minutes of trying to talk to her I finally give up and take a seat on the floor, leaning against the wall, my fingers stuck underneath the door just so she knows I'm there. At some point in the night she must have snuck past you and went to the guest room. I take it as a hint that I should leave her alone, she obviously isn't going to talk about it until she's ready. When I wake in the morning the house is flooded with the scent of bacon

When I walk into the kitchen she greets me with an unexpected kiss.  I don't say anything about last night. And she seems to not remember it at all. After a good half hour of avoiding the subject, I have to  ask what's wrong.

"Are we going to talk about last night at all?" I cautiously ask.

Her eyes begin to swell with tears, and I quickly grab ahold of her shoulder before she can leave the room.

"Come one baby, talk to me. I'm so worried about you." For a minute she looks sick to her stomach. She can't meet my gaze when she starts to speak.

"I-" she trails off. "I'm pregnant." For a moment I'm frozen and she escapes my hold and takes off running. She flops onto the couch and buries her face into the cushions. I stand there, unable to move for a moment longer. I walk towards the couch and take a seat near her feet.

"A baby?" I ask. But she doesn't look up. I wish she'd uncover her face so that I could see in her eyes what she was thinking. "(Y/N), please look at me."

She slowly flips onto her back so that her eyes are looking into mine.

"Why are you so upset?" She sits straight up. I set my hand on her knee and can feel her entire body shaking beneath my grip.

"Because I know that you're mad." Her voice trembles and I search her eyes for the meaning behind her words.

"Why would I be mad?" I ask, not understanding why she'd think that. We'd discussed our plans for future children whenever we'd first started dating 4 years ago but the discussion hadn't been revisited since then.

"Because I know you don't want kids." She says, her eyes casting downward.

"That was before we were married. Things are so different now," I grab ahold of her hand. "When I said that I didn't think I could ever be a dad, but I know that being a dad would be the best thing I ever do especially with you as the mother."

"So you're okay with this?" I smile and quickly push her onto her back so that I'm on top of her. I lift her shirt and lay a light kiss on her stomach.

"I couldn't be happier."