Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

You Have A Nightmare

You watched as the infant crawled towards the busy highway. The arms holding you were those of your own husband Harry, who had a death grip on your body and wasn't aware of the situation. There was nothing you could do as your own child inched closer and closer to the oncoming traffic. Just as you were able to rip Harry's arms off your torso, the little girl crawled onto the pavement. You let out a blood curdling scream and an 18-wheeler came straight towards your baby...

"(Y/N)! Come on wake up!" You heard someone shout. Your eyes shot open and you searched your surroundings. There was no sign of what you has just saw. Harry was staring into your now teary eyes, concern written all over his face. You sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck as sobs began to rack your body. "What happened?" Harry spoke into your hair. "I had a nightmare where our baby was killed," you sobbed. "Oh baby," he soothed. "But there's nothing to be scared of. I know that we're going to be excellent parents." You pulled away and looked at him. He gave you a kiss before lying back down, bringing you with him. He pulled you against his chest and placed a big hand over your swollen belly. "I love you," he whispered, kissing your forehead and the two of you fell into a peaceful slumber.