Harry Styles Imagines

He Leaves the Band

You listen intently to the tv as video of Harry flashes across the screen.
There is a scrolling sign on the bottom of the screen that reads BREAKING NEWS: Harry from One Direction Announces He's Leaving the Band
When will they ever stop coming up with all of this stuff? It's always some scandal.
These are the times you wish for a normal life. Where your husband isn't part of the world's most popular band. You wish for a normal life with no paparazzi or screaming fans everywhere you go.
(Y/Daughter's/N) begins to cry. You flip off the TV and head into her bedroom.
Your 5 month old daughter stares up at you with Harry's green eyes, tears streaking her chubby cheeks.
"Oh baby. It's okay. Mommy's here now." You say as you pick her up, laying a comforting hand on her back.
It amazes you how much she's grown in the last month. You head back into the kitchen, heating up a bottle for her.
The door to your flat suddenly opens and a surge of panic runs through your veins. Harry steps through the door, carrying two suitcases with him. He looks up when he hears (Y/daughter's/N) crying.
"What are you doing home? You weren't supposed to be here for another week." You ask.
"You haven't seen the news?" And then it all makes sense to you.
"It's true?" You ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
He nods his head, his curls bouncing up and down.
"Why didn't you tell me?" You ask, sounding hurt.
"Because I didn't even know I wanted to leave the band till this morning," he starts, then gestures for the baby.
"You sent me that video of (Y/daughter's/N) rolling over and I realized how much stuff I've been missing. So I went to management this morning and told them that I was done." Sadness has crept into his voice.
"I can't miss my daughter's life," He looks down at her and smiles his beautiful smile. Then he looks up at you, the smile remaining.
"I can't miss our life." He then kisses you softly on the forehead.