Harry Styles Imagines

Baby shopping

Your POV

"Honey!" I heard Harry call out from downstairs. I finished slipping on my Nike shoes and made my way out the door, quickly regretting having gotten up so fast after being light headed for a second.

"I'm coming, I'm coming! Eesh, hold your horses. If you were carrying a fat baby in your stomach you'd understand." I groaned as I slowly made my way down the stairs. I heard his chuckling from the kitchen as I entered the room.

"Don't call our baby fat, he's going to be a superstar just like his daddy." He cooed rubbing my belly and kissing me on the lips. I smiled as we made our way out of the house and into the car.

"So, off to Baby world right? It's gonna be a big day baby." He smiled as he started the car up.

"Hm, I know."

"Uhh...i was talking to the baby."

I rolled my eyes at his lame attempts of jokes. Of course he'd try to be funny, with such terrible jokes. I hope our son is never going to have to experience them. We finally made our way to Baby world. It was a huge company across the Globe that sold pretty much everything for babies. From baby food, to prams to even paint colours.

We first made our way into the pram section, it being the closest. I glanced around at all the different kinds of prams on display. Small ones, extra large ones, twins, triplets and then one of those ones that must cost like a million dollars and came with an instruction manual written in Swedish.

"Oh, this one's awesome!" Harry beamed in excitement, examining the most complicated one possible. I looked at him in shock as he managed to lift the boxed pram into the trolley.

"No Harry, what do we need that one for, can't we get one of these original ones?" I grumbled hoping to get a simpler one. He turned to look at me as if I had just committed a crime.

"You're joking right? You don't actually expect me to allow my son to put his beautiful, delicate head on one of these crappy ones? No. No. Not happening love. Oh! Let's go to the clothes section!" He shrieked suddenly changing subject in a matter of seconds. And with that he sped off towards the clothing section, making me roll my eyes at his level of maturity.

I guess I will be having two boys to take care of.

After a long time of chasing Harry, I finally found him in the shoe section. His new trolley was already packed to the top and counting. I opened my eyes wide in shock. Did he really expect us to buy all this?

"Harry!" I called out in shock. He looked at me with a little evil grin, piling on another bunch of little converses and boots.

"Okay that's it, we are done here." I rolled my eyes, grabbing his hand and dragging him away from the cart. He started to panic and actually shrieked, causing all the women around to look at us, some bringing their phones up to take pictures.

"What he actual hell?!" I shouted as I watched him run back to the trolley and push it infront of him with a happy grin. "We are not taking this stuff Harry, lets just go."

He pouted at me but I ignored it as I grabbed his hand and tried to drag him away until I started to hear sniffles. I turned around to see him begin to cry.

Was he serious?

"Har- Harry, why are you crying?" I asked in confusion. More women stopped to stare at the popstar who broke down in a baby store

"Nothing." He sniffled, looking down at the ground. I lifted his chin back up and stared into his watery eyes.

"Talk to me babe, what's wrong?"

He sighed and wiped his little tears off with his hands. It had to be one of the cutest things I'd ever seen.

"Well, I just wanted to buy all this stuff for our baby. I-I just wanted to spoil him for a little bit. I just want him to grow up feeling loved you know? For most of his years he will only want his mum but I thought maybe if I got these things, he would want me too..." He sniffled, wiping his tears again.

It was so sad, yet so cute to see and hear him say that. He was also absolutely insane to think our son wouldn't want him.

"Aww Harry." I cooed, pulling him into a hug. "Of course he's going to love you. You don't need to buy him all this expensive things for him to love you. Even if we were $2 a day poor, he would still feel loved. Don't be worrying about these things okay? No matter what, you're going to be the best dad in the world. I promise." I reassured, kissing his nose. He was just so cute when he was emotional.

"This is why I love you," he smiled, giving me a short kiss on the lips. I smiled as I signalled him to grab the trolley. The excitement built up in his face as he rushed over to get it.

"We'll sort what we can take today at the check out, okay?"

"So we're going to come back?!" He screeched in excitement.

Oh gosh.

"Yes harry, we'll be back in a few days."