Harry Styles imagines + preferences

We're gonna get you all better. I promise

Ana had her hands wrapped around Harry's neck and her legs around his torso as she softly let out sobs into his shoulder. She was sick, throwing up everywhere. Her forehead felt warmer than before. Which meant she had a fever. Harry held her close, whispering softly to calm her tears.

'S'alright precious. We're gonna get you all better. I promise' he mumbles in her hair.

She looks up at him with teary eyes. Her lips quivering slightly and her body shaking. He placed the throw blanket over her shoulders, keeping her warm.

For an hour or two he sat on the couch holding her close. The TV played episodes of friends on low volume.

You checked in on them, making him coffee throughout the day and preparing lunch. Ana sat on his lap, eating chicken soup Harry was giving her.

'Feeling any better, flower?' He asked.

She began to let tears fall again, nuzzling her face into his chest. He cooed, running his hand up and down her back. It helped her calm down and slowly fall asleep.

'My precious' he cooed, pressing a drawn-out kiss to her forehead.

She seemed less hot than before but she still looked very sick. Gently, he picked her up, making sure not to wake her. He carried her upstairs, placing her under the covers of yours and his bed. He then brought her favourite toy and placed it in her arms.

For the rest of the day you both sat quietly watching episodes of friends until Ana's desperate voice called through the hallway.

'Mummy, Daddy?' She cried out.

You both rushed upstairs. Her hands clutched to her tummy while her body was shaking. You took her to the bathroom, holding her hair up as she began throwing up again. She let out more tears, wrapping her arms around your neck.

'S'alright, flower' you cooed, picking her up into your arms.

She nestled her face into the crevice of your neck, sobbing. All you could do was run your hand up and down her back while swaying her side to side. Harry's soft voice sang through the bathroom. He sang her favourite. Falling.

'I'm in my bed and you're not here' he sang the first verse.

Slowly she closes her eyes again, snoring softly. Harry ran his hand through her curls.

'Our poor baby' he cooed.

You laid her back down under the covers, nestling next to her. Your hands ran through her curls a couple of times. She stirred slightly, burying herself into your chest. You wrap your arm around her, placing a sweet kiss to her hair.

'Sleep tight, precious' you whisper.

Harry sat on the opposite side, smiling at the two of you. His heart swooning like always.

'Want anything. Coffee, tea, food?' He asks.

You shake your head.

'I'm okay' you smile.

It still surprises you the day you told him you were pregnant. Newly weds, trying for a baby. He spent all day talking to your bump. Excited and happy.

Running his hand through his hair, he let out a sigh, deciding to nestle next to Ana. So she was in the middle. She turned her head, almost in tears again.

'Shh' he cooed, running his hand through her curls.

She closes her eyes, nuzzling her face into his chest.

'I love you mummy and daddy' she whispers.

'We love you too' you both say.

She woke up again, feeling peckish. Tugging on her father's hoodie, she whispered for him. He opens his eyes, looking down at her.

'Hungry' she weakly smiles.

They both tiptoed downstairs, making sure not to wake you.

'What would you like peanut? Bread? Soup? Pasta?' he asked.

She shook her head, giggling. With her tiny feet on the ground she made her way over.

'Oats please' she begged.

Harry picked her up, kissing all over her face. She giggles and giggles until she feels her tummy hurt from the laughter. She was much bubblier than before.

'With honey?' He asked.

She nods her head, nestling onto his shoulder. Her curious eyes watched as he managed to place the oats into the microwave for a minute. They watched it bubble and splatter, making her giggle even more.

'Alright, go sit down on the sofa and I'll bring it over. We can watch your favourite Disney movie and maybe if you're feeling much better we can paint each other's nails' he tells her.

Her little feet skipped across the hallway to the living room. Her eyes sparkled with delight as he brought her, her food and began switching the TV on. They sat quietly watching the little mermaid.

'Gonna be her for Halloween' she giggles, looking up at her father.

He smiled, pinching her cheek. He saw the most precious future. Filled with love and laughter. Thanks to this little gem they brought into this world.