Harry Styles One Shots

Mixed Signals (Short)

I bit my lip as I looked at the message I was about to send to Harry.

We need to talk when you get home.

It wasn't about what it said, it was about the meaning behind the message. My heart pounded in my chest, and I muttered fuck it under my breath before I sent the message. I looked around the room. How am I supposed to tell him? I feel horrible for telling him so late..

Harry, my fiancé of six months, has been away for two months. I've missed him so much. Too quickly, he responded.

H: About??

Y/n: When does your plane land again?

H: In about an hour. You promised you'd be there to pick me up. But what do you need to talk to me about??

Y/n: Something.. Something really serious..

H: Y/n tell me. Right now.

Y/n: No, its easier if I did it in person...

I let out a breath as I looked around the airport. It was early in the morning. Fans were waiting here as well, guards nearby just in case they went crazy. I've taken a few pictures with a few of the fans. By the time Harry's plane had landed, I was freaking out. I need to find a way to tell him. I don't want to just be blunt about it. Try to weave it, one step at a time. One.. Small.. Step at a time..

Harry was the first to exit the terminal but before the fans got to him, I ran to him and jumped in his arms as he dropped his luggage. He lifted me in the air and spun me around once before setting me down, squeezing me harder and rocking us side to side. "What is so important that you need to tell me?" He mumbled against my neck. "I'll talk to you when we get home."

This is actually happening... This is real, but its going by way too fast. We got in my car and Harry drove us back to our apartment. He kept looking at me suspiciously. My heart beat faster the closer we got to being home. I felt as if I could vomit.

He's going to hate me for keeping this from him. Its been two months, I mean come on Y/n. He needs to know.

I stayed in the car a little bit after he got out, just to collect my thoughts and breathe for a second. I prayed that he wouldn't hate me for keeping this from him.

We got inside and I instantly darted to our shared bedroom. I collapsed on the bed, everything feeling dizzy. A minute or two later, Harry came in the room. "Wanna talk now?" He softly asked, sitting next to me. I was on my side, my back facing him. He rubbed his hands on my side. After a moment, I sat up straight not looking at him. "I've been... Keeping something from you... For two months." I began. "Keeping what from me?"

"Something big.."

"Tell me," my eyes watered slightly. I stood up. To make me seem less overwhelmed, I oddly said, "I'm in love with another person." Not exactly a lie... I opened my eyes to look at him. He looked hurt, it broke my heart. "Y-You what?"

I stayed silent. My heart was still beating faster, but it wasn't as bad as before. "Who?" He looked up at me, tears in his eyes. "I don't know." I shrugged. He looked at me confused, "You don't know? How do you not know who else you're in love with?" His voice raised. He was getting angry. I laid out all of the cards before he exploded on me. "Because its growing inside of me."

His features quickly softened, and he was back to stuttering again. "W-What?"

I bit my lip to suppress my smile and I walked to him. I lifted my shirt gently, and pressed his hand to my stomach. "I'm pregnant."

The small baby moved slightly and Harry's head shot up to look at me. "I-It just moved." I nodded and smiled. "Y-You're pregnant."

"You keep stuttering," I teased. He ignored me. "I'm gonna be a dad!" He lifted me up by my waist and crashed his lips to mine. "Why didn't you tell me before?" He asked. "I was scared.. I didn't know how you'd react. I didn't want you distracted, neither." I bit my lip. He set me down and smiled once again. "We have to tell people. We have to tell everybody! We have to-"

"No. Not yet. Give it a few months, let me start to show more." He nodded, and rested his hand on my stomach. His eyes watered as he rested his head on mine, "We're gonna have a baby."