Harry Styles Mini Me

Telling Harry (Christmas Day) HMM Ch.2 H.S.

Harry is not a morning person if he doesn't have to be. So when I wake up around eight on Christmas morning, the man will not move. I slowly and carefully maneuver out of bed without waking Harry and get ready to tell him our family will be expanding within the new year. I don't need to change out of my pajamas — Harry's Rolling Stones t-shirt and a pair of old yoga leggings. With my phone recording, I shake his shoulder; my first attempt at waking him up. 

"Bub! It's Christmas! Let me sleep!"

 I laugh and put my phone down and try again my sitting on his bum and kissing his face until he's laughing and attempting to toss me off his back. "If you don't get up, I'm calling Louis to get your ass out of bed!" He looks at me confused, only questioning me for a second before huffing out angrily and snuggling into the pillows and snuggling so deep into the blanket I can only see his curls. I smirk at how cute he is and tap on Lou's contact to get him on the phone. 

"'Wassap love?" He asks, all smiley laying in bed with major bed head. I pout at him. "Hazza won't get up so I can give him his present." Lou rolls onto his back sighing frustrated because he knows Harry is going to love his 'present' but is just being too stubborn to get out of bed. He gestures for me to bring the phone closer to my ear so Harry can't hear the FaceTime call. "I mean, you could tell him in bed." He whispers. I shuffle into the bathroom to answer Lou. "No, no I want it to be special dude. We've been wanting this for so long I don't just want be like 'hey by the way you're going to be a dad' and have him say 'cool' and just go back to bed. It's a special morning y'know." Louis rubs his face waking up and says, "Fuck it, drag him out of bed by his feet if you need to." I give him a thumbs up, chuckling. "I love that, alright go back to bed I got this. I'll update you later." He nods and blows a kiss at the camera.

Finally, twenty minutes after a round of bickering I drag Harry downstairs slowly and sleepily. We get to the landing on the stairs and put on our house slippers and I let out some of my jitters by dancing in place, squeaking. Hazza chuckles at me, "You are such a dork." I pull him by his hand down to the tree and presents and stockings. "Okay, okay, what is this big present you want me to see?" Suddenly I get nervous. "Okay, before we do anything can I just get a hug first?" I squeeze his hand and press myself into his chest, breathing in his sweet scent. "I'm sure I'll love whatever you got meh, love." He says, rubbing my back. 

I'm sitting at the counter with Harry as he opens the hat box that contains his 'DAD' hat. I'm holding my baby pink 'MOM' hat behind my back. When he realizes what it is his mouth forms a surprised o and looks up at me wearing my MOM hat. "Darling, are you... are you serious?! I'm going to be a papa?" I nod, biting my lip smiling so big. Harry rubs his eyes and stays silent for a moment and I start to see him shake and sobbing. "Oh baby! It's okay." He nods. "No, it's 'appy tears, promise. Oh my god, I love you so much! So fucking much!" 

While I'm making cinnamon rolls for breakfast and Harry is listening to the record player cleaning up the living room of all the wrapping paper when he stops, stands and puts the dad hat on and turns toward me. "Hey baby, how do I look?" I smile and come up to him caressing his cheek. "So handsome. Our baby is going to love you so much. You're going to be their superhero." Harry lays his head on my shoulder and we abandon everything and just stay in the moment, beginning a slow dance.