Preview: You had just found out you're pregnant and you were over the moon. Harry was at the studio all day, so you had the afternoon to set up a little dinner for the two of you where you could tell him. However, he came home a bit overtired and grumpy, and when you began hinting at the pregnancy and talking about kids he said that he didn't want kids right now..
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Positive.
That's the only word running through my mind right now.
To say I was happy is an understatement.
I was ecstatic.
There would finally be a little version of Harry and I running around the house.
Harry!
Oh my god he's going to flip. In a good way though.. I hope.
He's always wanted kids!
We're going to be parents to our own tiny little baby.
The excitement had been building in me all daylong and I had finally organised the room upstairs which was full of junk.
Harry and I had been putting it off for a while, just letting the piles top up.
But that is going to be the baby's room and it needs to be perfect.
Now, all afternoon I had been preparing dinner.
I had made cocktail sausages, baby cucumbers, baby tomatoes, baby carrots, baby back ribs and I had even gone out my way to make fairy cakes for dessert.
It does seem like an odd combination of food, but when you think about it it's just sausage, ribs and salad.
I even used espresso mugs to keep with the theme!
A smile had been spread across my face all day, and I was currently boiling the baby carrots and it was still there.
That's when I heard the keys in the door and I realised I had to try and contain my smile to save the surprise.
Suddenly there was a loud bang which obviously came from the front door being slammed.
So he's in a bad mood, perfect.
"Harry?" I called out from the kitchen, turning the heat on the stove down.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" He groaned, walking into the kitchen while kicking his shoes off in the process.
I contemplated on what to say next, if I said how was your day, he's going flip and go off in a grump upstairs.
If I ask what's wrong an argument is going to start.
"Uh- can you please get the ribs out the oven?" I blurted out, unsure of what else to say.
"Ribs? Since when did we eat ribs?" He huffed, snatching the oven gloves from the counter.
"I just thought that it would be nice for a change-"
"These are tiny! Why didn't you buy more?" He exclaimed, grabbing the tray and shutting the oven.
"I mean I didn't think-"
"Forget it, we have other food in the fridge." He interrupted, opening the fridge.
"Harry please, just go and sit down at the table." I sighed, turning to look at him.
"Okay, jeez!" He scoffed, trudging over to the dining table and sitting down.
He immediately pulled his phone out, a frown set upon his face.
He must've have a really shitty day.
Five minutes later I was sitting down myself and Harry was finally putting his phone down.
"Tha- where are the glasses, why did you give us expresso mugs, we're not drinking bloody coffee now." He cursed, furrowing his brows as he looked at the table.
"Well, just think for a moment, what does everything on this table have in common?" I asked, avoiding his question.
"You're joking." He stated, looking up at me.
I kept a straight face causing him to grumble and sit up in his seat.
"It's all tiny, can we eat now?" He answered, he beginning to get frustrated.
"Just wait, think, it's baby carrots, baby cucumbers, baby tomatoes, baby back ribs and baby sausages." I hinted, trying to hide the smile on my face.
"They've all got the word baby in? You want a baby?" He checked, no emotion in his voice whatever.
"You don't?"
I felt my heart shattering into a million pieces after those words left my lips, dreading his answer.
"Fucking hell, why are we even talking about this? Kids? Seriously? I'm 24, you're 23! Of course I don't want kids right now, I'm only just starting my solo career, I don't have time for a kid! You don't, you're at the peak of yours, you're literally in marvel, you don't have time for kids! We don't need kids for at least another ten years. We're too young, I want to live a little more before I have to give all my attention to one person. So no, I don't want a kid right now." Harry snapped, his voice cold and harsh.
Tears were pouring down my cheeks now and my chin and lips were quivering like crazy.
"What's wrong? Don't you agree, Y/N we can't throw away our careers for a fucking baby!" He yelled, slamming his fist down on the table.
"I-" The words couldn't even come out my mouth, he doesn't want kids!
I'm so screwed, he's going to leave me unless I get an abortion.
"What? Y/N you can't really be upset over this, it's true!" He shouted, standing up abruptly.
"I'm pregnant." I chocked out, staring down at the fable with tears clouding my vision.
There was at least 30 seconds of silence, apart from my minimal sobs and shaky breaths, and stillness.
"I- fuck. Baby I'm sorry, I-"
"It's fine. You don't want kids." I croaked, standing up and walking towards the stairs.
Harry just stood there as he watched me disappear upstairs.
"Fuck!" He screamed, grabbing the base of roses from the dining table and launching them towards the wall.
*
I haven't moved from my spot on the bed in two hours.
Hugging my pillow and staring at the wall.
The tears hadn't stopped though.
I don't know what to do, I don't want an abortion, but I don't want to lose Harry.
But if I keep the baby he will leave.
I don't know what to do.
Crashes from downstairs was all I heard from Harry. Nothing else.
Well, it had been silent for ten minutes.
*
I heard the door creak open and the deep breath Harry took before he stepped into the room and shut the door behind him.
"Baby, I'm sorry. I want to have a baby with you, I want one with you so much. We can manage our careers with a baby, it will be difficult sometimes but I know we can do it. I'm sorry that I yelled at you, I've been so rude to you all evening. I'm so sorry, I shouldn't take my shitty day out on you. I love you and I do want a baby." Harry apologised, sitting down on the bed.
I stayed silent apart from my sniffs, ignoring his presence.
"I deserve the silent treatment, I know. I deserve a lot worse. I'm sorry, I love you so much and I'm sorry." He continued, testing the waters by reaching out to place a hand on my shoulder.
I flinched away, his hand retracting immediately.
"You're going to be an amazing mum. We're going to be parents, we're going to be the best parents. I'm going to spoil our baby so much, I'm going to give them all the love in the world." He reassured me, lying down on the bed beside me.
That's when I broke into tears again, he actually wanted kids. He's not going to leave me.
"Hey hey hey, it's okay, it's okay, I'm here and I promise I'm not going anywhere." Harry cooed immediately, bringing me into his arms.
I fought his comfort, trying to get out his grasp while still crying hysterically.,
"Baby baby relax, stop fighting me and let me hold you. I love you and I want this baby." He told me, tangling his legs in mine.
I eventually gave up and just sobbed into his chest, the tears being absorbed by the fabric of his shirt.
"Shhh, it's okay, it's okay." He hushed me, his lips pressing down against my forehead.
"I'm still mad." I sobbed causing him to chuckle and hold me tighter.
"I know you are angel, and if I have to say sorry to you ten times a day for months to get your forgiveness I will. We'll be alright." He acknowledged, his fingers brushing through my hair.
How is possible to be so pissed off and in love with someone at the same time?