Harry Styles Imagines

just a little late (you found me) - I

"I'm coming over tonight"

"What?" No. That was too soon. No.

"Said I'm coming over. Trust me, you don't wanna have this conversation out in public" that would be a media nightmare, and in between Connie and his publicists, Harry wouldn't make it out alive if he was seen around his ex now.

"Alright. Okay" there was no point in fighting it, really. She didn't even had the energy to do that, had to save up for when his questions came.

"I'll see you tonight" when silence took over, he still didn't hang up the phone. Just like a million times before, they just stood there, listening to the other's breathing, and as shameful as that was, she had to admit she missed that.

She missed everything about Harry, all the fucking time.

"Is he here?" had he always been this tall? She couldn't remember, not really. As she stared at the man, Y/N crushed under the weight of her mistake. Fuck, that was Harry, after all. He deserved better. Teddy did as well.

"Theodore. His name's Theodore" walking back into the apartment, she started fumbling with her hands as he closed the door on his back. "He likes Teddy better. And no. I didn't...didn't think he should be here for this." because she was a coward, really. Coming clear to Harry would be hard enough, the woman didn't think she was ready to see them interacting.

"You kept it" he was talking about a pillow talk ages ago, where they discussed baby names after a Christmas party, all sleepy kisses, and tangled limbs. Right before the storm came, if her memory served her right.

"Does Connie know what you're doing tonight?" even talking about the girl made her mad, still. She was pathetic, really, but anger was good. Anger she could deal with. Had learned how as time passed.

"You're unbelievable." he let out a low chuckle as his eyes focused on her again "You don't get to bring her into this, not tonight. You got us here, Y/N. You alone" his hair was shorter now, a long way, but he still pulled on it like crazy whenever he was stressed, judging by the messy locks going everywhere.

"You weren't supposed to know"

"Do you...fuck, are you trying to make it worse on purpose or what? What do you mean I was not supposed to know? I have a kid, Y/N. We have a kid and you thought it was alright not to tell me?" his voice was raising a bit, so the man took a moment to breathe before continuing "He's mine, right? Ours?"

She didn't think. She just acted, the sting of the question burning on her chest much like the handprint she left on his face when she slapped it.

"Of course he's yours. I was not the one who fucked up our marriage" she knew what she was implying, knew he would never have done something like that, but he deserved that one for asking.

"Sorry. Sorry, lo...Sorry. Why, Y/N? Why keep it from me?"

"I don't know, Harry." it wasn't what he wanted to hear, wasn't even a good excuse for her decision, but then there wasn't one, no matter what she said next "Our lives were a mess, and by the time we figured it all out I just...I didn't know how to talk to you anymore. Especially about something like that."

"That's fucked up"

"You're right, but when I found out about him, the divorce was finalized and I just couldn't pick up the phone and tell you how scared I was. Believe me, back in the day, it was all I wanted to do: call you and let you tell me everything was going to be ok, that I could do that"

"You should have. I should have been there for you. The both of you"

"You left, Harry. It was what you needed to do, and I don't blame you, but you were gone and I owed it to myself to find out what my life was going to be like without you in it"

"I'm sorry" when he looked back at her, the woman realized something: he looked tired, drawn out just like she did.

"It's ok. We both know I'm not cut out for your life." But Connie was. The perfect, sweet girl that knew him before he was famous and that was always better at dealing with the attention and the sacrifices he had to make to live his dream, unlike her.

"Does he know about me?" it was good that he didn't dwell on their past. The fact that Teddy seemed to be all he was interested in that night, despite all the questions he must have had for her reminded the small woman why she had loved him so fiercely, why part of her probably always would.

"Not really, no. He's too young to really ask, I think."

"You think he's gonna like me?" his voice wavered with the question, his eyes focused on an old picture from Teddy's first week at home, a smile on his lips.

"He's gonna love you, H." getting up, the woman walked around until she was by his side, crossing her arms around her chest for protection before asking: "You plan on telling Connie about it?" she hated to even think about the other girl around her baby, but she had stolen enough time from his dad as it was, so she was going to learn to live with it when his girlfriend entered the mix.

"We're not together anymore"

"Oh. I...this is... I'm sorry. It must be hard" that actually made him laugh, turning around to face her.

"No, yer not"

"Fine! I'm not. Never understood the appeal on that one" time to shut up. She should not be discussing his exes with Harry. She should not be talking about anything that wasn't their son.

"I could try and explain, but I'd rather think about what our next step is. You know how we're gonna explain all of this to the little man? Cuz I'm not going away. I want to get to know him. Want him to count on me."

She had no idea whatsoever. But now that the three of them had found each other once more, she knew they would have to find a way.

It would happen, eventually. With her and Harry, it always did.

AN: one of my favorites I think? There's a part two for this one, hope you'll enjoy it!