Harry Styles Imagines

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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.