Harry Styles Mini Me

Valentines Day (Part One) Ch.7

"And what would that news be?" Liam questions, leaning his arms behind his head comfortably. I grab the most recent sonogram picture off the coffee table and hold it up to the phone, showing Liam. His eyebrows furrow as he squints at the grey shadowy picture for a minute before realizing and asking, "Haz, is that what I think that is?" I nod. "Say hello to your new niece or nephew, Payno." His mouth drops into an 'O' and the man does the TikTok trend of slapping his hand over his mouth without thinking about it. "Is tha' real?" He mumbles behind his hand. Harry nods, "Yup, I'mma be a papa soon... don't know how I'll do though. If I'll be any good at it, y'know." Harry confesses, looking down at the floor, running his hands through his hair, looking suddenly stressed and panicked. 

Liam immediately detects a change in Harry and points his finger at him to catch his attention. "Oi! Get outta your head, Styles, you guys will figure it out! Plus, if you need anything, me and the boys got you, that's what Daddy Directioner's for right?" He looks off the camera as we cackle, pretending to gag. "Fuck I can't believe that just came out of my mouth..." Liam straightens up, smiles at me, blowing me a kiss. "I'm so happy you guys, I can't wait to meet the little one. I gotta go, though, text me if you need anything, yeah?" I nod and we say our goodbyes. As soon as Harry hangs up the call, I lean heavily into him causing him to lie himself down on the couch, me cuddling up on his chest, curling up. 

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After a few days of severe nausea, dizzy spells and for sure dehydration, I wake up and nearly cry when I don't feel Harry in bed with me. The sudden tears are from the hormones probably but I also hate waking up already feeling poorly. And with Harry being my at home nurse the last few days, it makes me sad that I wake up alone today. But then I notice a note under my glasses written in red ink in definitely Harry's handwriting. 

'Good morning Kiwi... I've been thinking, to make up for you not feeling well lately I could give you the best day ever. I know I'm a try hard and a perfectionist but you deserve it. Even though we hate this hallmark day. Don't freak if you wake up with out me, I just went to the nearest Tesco to get you some pain meds for my sickie but I have a whole day planned for you sweet girl. Call me when you wake up and we can go on an adventure. Love you ~H'

I sit up and rub the sleep out of my face. I put on my slippers and Harry's soft gucci robe and FaceTime him. 

"Morning sleepyhead. I'm surprised you're up this early... you feeling alright? You throwing up again?" I shake my head, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes some more. "No.. I saw the note." He smiles. I smile noticing what he's wearing. I hide my face in the blankets shyly. He wore that sweater on purpose. "What sweets? You're blushing..." He smiles and looks down at his shirt. The wanker is wearing my favorite outfit and he knows it. No doubt he did it on purpose to get a rise out of me.

"Oh whoa, that's totally awkward random." I throw my head back laughing wildly at the One Direction days reference. "Careful, two can play this game Styles." He makes a sly face, clicking his tongue and I hear him parking in the drive below me. "Get dressed lovely. Let's go get some brekkie and coffee." I kiss the screen before running into H and I's deep closet trying to quickly find something to make him swoon as well. 

Ten minutes later deciding on wearing one of Harry's Fleetwood Mac t-shirts and his Love On Tour sweats, I'm locking up the house and see the gentleman pop out of the drivers seat to come around and hold the passengers side door of his Ferrari open for me. 

"There you are miss." I smile lowering into my seat. He comes back around and starts the car. "Where to miss?" He asks, another reference this time the reference is to the 1997 Titanic. "To the stars!" I say, fisting his sweater, pulling him close and kissing him forcefully. We pull apart and the only thing out of his mouth after he gathers himself and he gathers his thoughts is, "W-Whoa..." I cackle as he reverses out of the driveway. 

This man. This man. I can't with him.. 

He takes my hand and kisses the back of it, giving it a tiny protective squeeze. "I know usually the driver picks the tunes but I'm letting you be DJ today..." I widen my eyes a bit. Usually he only tolerates my music choice or really gets into it after dinner when we're winding down to get ready for bed. He secretly loves my music taste as much as I love his but he'd never tell me he loves my taste in music. (I'm talking about the music he doesn't write and preform of course otherwise I'd be biased) "Okay.." I take the aux and connect it to my IPhone and sure enough the little minx is stealing glances trying to see what I'll pick. By reflexively I want to playfully bat my hand at his face then remember he's driving. "No peeking dick!" "Oooh, spicy today huh?" He jokes raised. 

Seconds later Fleetwood Mac's Landslide comes through the sound system. As expected Harry is smiling like a little boy on Christmas Morning. 

The song isn't over when we get to H and I's favorite cafe and I know Harry won't do anything to interrupt his favorite song. The dork parks in the cafe parking lot belting out the lyrics right alongside me. 

"WELL IVE BEEN AFRAID OF CHANGING BECAUSE IVE BUILT MY LIFE AROUND YOU BUT TIME MADE YOU BOLDER EVEN CHILDREN GET OLDER AND IM GETTING OLDER TOO!" We belt along with Stevie, me certainly off key, not caring if we get looks from passersby. 

As the song ends he turns and kisses me strong and passionately. He pulls back just enough so he can study my face. He's a truly marvelous man. I want to commit his face to memory. The one curl that always flops over his forehead unless he's keeping his hair out of his face with one of his many pairs of sunglasses. His long eyelashes that just so lightly dust his cheeks as he sleeps, his beautiful green eyes with little bits of brown around his pupils. We stay connected, in that moment for just a bit longer enjoying the view of each other, the touch, breathing each other in. "Large milk chocolate iced mocha with less ice and a cinnamon bagel?" He asks, pulling back from our embrace to open his car door. I nod. "Good, stay put. Let me be a gentleman and open your door, kay?" I nod, saluting him sillily. "Yessir." 

Twenty minutes later we snag a table in the corner, I put my bag down with my laptop inside and staying with it to protect my precious cargo while Harry insists to stay at the bar to grab both of our orders. "So," He says while setting everything down and getting comfortable. "Come here often?" I hide my laugh behind my hand.