Harry Styles Imagines

Mother Part 3

Harry's POV:

"I'm gonna stay here a while. Keep an eye on her", I tell Thomas after I composed myself from my breakdown. "Are you sure?", he asks me as we sit by the pool looking at the sun set. I nod my head being silent. "I'll stay too, I want her to be okay Harry, she doesn't deserve to be alone", he tells me as he gets up from the chair and starts walking back into the house. I can't believe that I was going to be a father. I didn't know how I was feeling at the moment, feeling too many emotions at once. Why did she have the need to not tell me about it?

I took. A deep breath, closing my eyes and taking in the fresh air, and letting it out.Get yourself together Harry. You have to be there for her. You were her rock before, you have to be her rock now.

A better question to ask myself is how am I going to be there for her when I'm feeling like shit now? All I can do is make sure that she is better mentally and emotionally. I take another deep breath before getting up from the chair and going back inside the house. Inside, I see Thomas preparing the kettle for tea. The house was silent, the housekeeper still lingering around waiting for y/n to wake up. "I'm going upstairs to check up on her", I say, going up the stairs and into the bedroom. Once inside I see her still body sleeping soundly. Her breathing seemed normal, her chest rising and falling at a steady pace. I move over to sit right next to her, watching her sleep. I always admired how beautiful she looks when she's asleep. It was one of my favorite things to do when I woke up in the mornings. I would usually wake up before her in the mornings, usually because she would wait up for me to get home, I would go straight to bed.

I admired everything about her. She was so selfless. She put everyone's feelings first instead of her owns. I always mentioned to her that she needed to stop being so nice to everyone, to be careful to not let anyone walk all over her. Yet, she still refused and kept true to how she was. I admired that about her. She always pushed me to be true to myself. I tried from time to time but failed miserably when I got stressed. I always thought that us parting ways was a mistake. We definitely could've tried different ways to work through our problems, but I knew that she was feeling lonely. I saw the way she would look at me when I would come home. She was always hesitant to say something, afraid of what my response or reaction would be. I was too tired to care at the time. I didn't want to keep making her feel that way, she deserved to be happy. After the breakup, I tried suppressing all of my feelings on the matter. After weeks of feeling lonely, I met Amelia. She was the perfect distraction, and she sort of knew that. Everyone knew how much me and y/n loved each other. They saw how we would always be together and did everything with each other. The media was the perfect outlet for everyone to see our love. My fans loved y/n, and it was the first time in a long time that someone who I loved didn't receive much hate. Y/n was special that way. She made sure that everyone around her felt loved and welcomed and included. I was glad that my fans saw the good in her. Y/n was always happy when she met my fans. She always embraced them in a hug and always found a way to compliment them. Sometimes, the fans would give her small gifts, whether it was her favorite flowers or a stuffed animal. She cherished all of those gifts, keeping every single one of them.

A shift on the bed broke me out of my thoughts. Y/n shifted on the bed, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. She looks around the room and gets a bit startled when she sees me next to her. "Hey", she says, her voice cracked a bit due to her cries from before. "How are feeling? Better?", I ask her, keeping a bit of distance, not trusting myself. " a little", she whispers, her hands playing with the blanket that was over her legs. "Thomas has the kettle going downstairs for tea", I say to her. "Tea sounds good", she says. There was a bit of silence until I finally decided to break it. "Why didn't you tell me y/n ", I ask her. "I didn't want you to feel the way I did. I was going to tell you of the pregnancy after the first trimester, but then ", she stops, knowing what happened next. " You don't have to protect me from anything, you do know that" I tell her. She stayed silent again. "I could've been there by your side. Holding your hand along the way. Going to every doctor's appointment and making sure that you were okay", I continue, at this point we were both crying. "I'm so sorry", she cries. I move closer to her and wrap my arms around her, engulfing her in a hug. "I'm sorry for not telling you and I'm sorry for losing our baby", she cries in my arms. "Hey hey hey. Look at me", I say titling her face to face me. "You don't have to apologize for that. You did nothing wrong. You couldn't control what happened", I say wiping away her tears from her face. "You need to stop apologizing for things you can't control" I whispered. She buried her face in my chest crying a bit more, my tears spilling from my eyes as we both mourned the loss of our child. I kissed the top of her head, my fingers running through her hair as we stayed silent. I hate seeing her like this. I could never be mad at her, especially knowing the reasoning behind it. "Please don't be upset with Thomas, Harry. I forced him not to tell you. All he did was a good friend", she says against my chest. "I know". I say to her. I can't he upset with him either. He was protecting her in my absence, like the good mate he is. I'm glad that it was him and nobody else.