Harry Styles Imagines

You Don't Want A Baby (Part 1)

"You don't get it Harry! I. Don't. Want. A baby." You state as clearly as you possibly can.

"We haven't even discussed it yet!" Harry shouted at me.

You'd been going at it for nearly an hour, that's a discussion.

He was pacing so fast you're pretty sure there's a Harry shaped hole in the floor.

"There's nothing to discuss! I'm not putting my body through nine months of torture for some poo covered crying machine."

He closed his eyes then began shaking his head back and forth.

"You know what (Y\N)? I didn't go on tour this year so I could be with you. I'm always sacrificing thing for you, you'd think maybe you could return the favor." His voice was angry and sad all at the same time.

"You don't get to pull that card on me Harry! I didn't ask you to do that, and you know it! This isn't a negotiation."

"That's what a marriage is! Negotiating. I thought that 2 people made up a marriage, not just 1. We are a team. Don't I get a say? Does my opinion mean anything to you?"
You stared at each other for a few moments, a crazed look in his eyes. A look you'd never witnessed.

"You're opinion matters, it's just wrong this time."

He rolled his eyes, then ran his fingers through his curly locks.

He made one large step towards you, closing the distance in between.

"This baby. This baby could change lives. He could be the best football player to ever wear an England jersey," He stopped what he was saying and placed a hand on your stomach.

"Or she could be the best singer the world has ever known. Better than Adele, or Beyoncé. This is our baby. This baby could be something great."

You pushed his hand of your stomach and could only shake your head. You couldn't find words to say. You knew you were letting him down. You knew that. But he wasn't going to change your mind.

"Louis didn't want a kid, and him and Eleanor worked it out. You see how happy he is now!" Harry shouts at you.

"I also see how unhappy Eleanor is!" You shout back.

"She's so tired because she doesn't have any help while he's on tour. I don't want to do it alone. I won't raise a baby that I don't even want-alone. I'm not keeping it." You say, resting a hand on your slightly raised, hardly noticeable bump.

He flopped down on the bed, his arms above his head. He seemed to be in deep thought. You just watched him for what seemed like minutes-waiting for what he would say next.

It's not that you don't like kids. And if you had one, you'd love it like any other mom would. The problem is, you just don't want one.

"Get out of my flat." He says, tears flooding his voice.

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