Harry Styles imagines

32.1 - I wish

"Wow, already looks like he's going to be a footballer." Harry grinned widely, looking down at my large stomach which held my unborn son. I smiled, moving my hand away so that Harry could feel the kicks which were slightly painful on my part.

After several moments, I caught on with Harry's words. "He?" I questioned, smiling up at Harry who lay opposite me on the bed. We were facing each other, my enlarged stomach filling the gap between our bodies. "What makes you so sure it's a boy?"

Harry shrugged, eyes focused on my stomach which was covered by the thin material of my shirt which was struggling to cover the entirety of my stomach. "Don't get me wrong, it could still easily be a she, but with kicks like this, it has to be a son taking after his father." I smiled at this, the image of Louis' glistening face coming into mind the moment I told him I was pregnant. He was ecstatic, joyous and beyond happy to hear such news.

"He'd be so giddy if we have a boy." I commented, the smile remaining on my face. Harry nodded, his smile fading. I wanted to ask what was wrong, because all of a sudden it seemed as though something I had said caused him to think of something which clearly upsets him. Though I decided to leave it and let myself, along with Harry enjoy the momentary silence.

My mind wandered to Louis and how he was getting on with his stag do night. No doubt that he'd be home in the early hours of the morning, and will most likely collapse on the sofa before even making it to the bed. I didn't mind though, he's been such a help with helping me and preparing for the baby, the least he deserves is a night out alone without me bothering him before the baby arrives.

"I can't wait to settle down and have children." Harry spoke out, making me become fully aware of what I was doing instead of zoning out. I lifted my head slightly, meeting the green eyes of the tall boy who had yet to find his other half.

I smiled almost sadly towards him, unintentionally. "There will be one day where so many girls will be after you, that you will finally see one that stands out." I said in a whisper for no reason. "And you'll fall in love Harry." For a moment, I almost felt like I was telling a fairytale, though I had no single doubt in my mind that this one would turn out to be true, and that Harry would be the prince starring in it.

"And have children?" Harry spoke up, his voice croaky and curious.

I nodded, stifling a laugh. "And have children." I repeated confirmingly.

"Hey, uh, Y/N?" Harry says, his voice sounding uncertain and very serious. This caught my attention, and I rolled over so that I was laying on my back, facing the ceiling.

"What's up?" I asked casually, trying to lighten the slight tension which I certainly felt between us. Something about the way he was acting, the way he was speaking was off and I wanted that to change.

Harry sighed, bringing me to the conclusion that this tone in the room wasn't going to be ending within the next few moments. "If I don't tell you this now..." He began, pausing to swallow. I turned my head at the silence, only now gathering that Harry wasn't being off with me, instead he was nervous. Whatever it is he's about to spill to me is very important to him, and this instantly had my attention even more than I previously did. "Then I'll regret it for the rest of my life." He sighed again.

I nodded, my neck feeling oddly stiff and slightly numb, disallowing me to move it. "Tell me Harry, and I'll try and give you my best answer." I smiled in what was aimed to be a reassuring way, now sat leaning on my left hand as I reached across to pat his shoulder.

"Well...it's quite selfish of me I guess...but..,uhm..." He fumbled over his words, making it incredibly difficult to hear the words which weren't just him muttering 'um'.

Smiling again, I urged: "Just tell me." In as much of a approaching way as possible. Obviously it was eating him alive whatever he had to tell me, and I've certainly had my fair share of having to tell someone one-to-one something which meant a lot to me, so the least I can do right now is to certainly not push him to speak. Even if I'm practically on the edge of the bed desperate to find out what he has to tell me.

Then finally, as though an unexpected burst of confidence hit him from nowhere, he blurted it out, leaving me both speechless and completely shocked.

"I'm in love with you." I tried my best not to gasp, nor to show any sort of negative responses which could make him feel bad or upset. So instead, I stood from the bed and walked to the window, both of my hands cradling my inflated stomach. The bed creeped as Harry shuffled to sit on the edge of it, all whilst I stared out into the darkness.

The only real reason why Harry was even here is because Louis is paranoid seeing as I'm in the third trimester, pretty much ready to burst at any moment. He doesn't like me being home alone with the possibility I could go into labour at pretty much any moment, and so he trusted Harry to sit with me until he returned. Even though I would be fine by myself, it is nice to have the company.

However, back to the current situation, I had no idea what to say. What does one say when someone confesses their love when you're already in love with someone else and carrying their child?

I inhaled slowly, ready to finally speak up after hearing Harry's words which left me feeling numb. However, just as I was ready to blurt out my words, the fumbling sound to the front door being opened echoed throughout the silent house.

"Harry? Y/N?" Louis called from downstairs.

"Louis? Hey, how was your night out?" Harry questioned, heading out of the bedroom to greet him, most likely in attempt to avoid me considering I stood there silently and embarrassed him. I could've said something but I unintentionally freaked out and lost all words which I should've said to let him down easily.

Harry's and Louis' conversation became unclear as Harry went down to greet him, just before Louis appeared at the door of the bedroom. I smiled what felt like a clearly sake smile, greeting him halfway across our bedroom as he leaned in to kiss me sweetly on the forehead.

"How come you're back so early?" I smiled, straightening out the collar of his shirt which I knew he'd be taking off to change in a few moments anyway. He shrugged, pouting his lips out as his eyes shifted to the side. "Louisss?" I laughed lightly, reaching out to rub his cheek with my thumb.

"I felt bad for leaving you." He shrugged, a shy smile brushing over his lips. I grinned at this, feeling bad for being the cause of him leaving what was meant to be his last lads night out before we became parents.

"You didn't have to leave early for me." I whispered, still grinning like crazy as I caressed his stubbly cheek.

He shrugged again. "Wasn't that fun anyway."

"Liar. You love partying." I chuckled.

"Well," he sighed happily, beginning to unbutton his white shirt. "I'm already here now, aren't I?" And with that, he trailed off into the bathroom to change for the night.

As Louis exited the room, I sat on the bed, staring at Louis' side where Harry had previously laid with me. I sighed, suddenly feeling horrible once again now that I've been left by myself with my own thoughts. I needed to call him and sort this out properly, and I'm certainly going to do that.

However, when Louis returned into the room with a sleepy smile printed into his face, I suddenly felt the weight which was being held on my eyelids. I was so tired and didn't even realise. I'd tell Louis most likely in the morning what had happened, I'm just not the person to hide secrets like that from people who I think deserve to know them. Though, one thing I know is that I'd talk to Harry and get us on good term again, even if that isn't the outcome which he wanted.

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