Harry Styles Imagines

After You've Had a Miscarriage

You slowly open the door to a darkened apartment. You expect Harry to be sleeping, so you try not to make any noise. You're just getting back from a "Girls Night" but all it really was was a painful reminder of what you've lost. They unsuccessfully tried to take your mind off of the baby by shoving drinks at you and buying you unnecessary gifts. You haven't slept in 3 days and all you want is sleep; a break from the stresses of the past week. You creep up to your bedroom door, keeping your steps quiet. Before you reach the door, you can hear his cries inside. A lump forms in your throat, and tears are brimming in your eyes. You open the door and flip the light on. Harry is laying on his stomach, his face pressed into a pillow.
You lay down next to him and place your head on his bare back. His cries only intensify at your touch.
"Harry," you whisper, but he doesn't acknowledge that you've said anything.
He flips onto his back and moves closer to you, resting his forehead against yours.
He opens his mouth to say something, but it just hangs there for several moments. You wait for him to speak, knowing he has something to say.
"I just wanted a baby girl so bad." He says through another heartbreaking sob. "She was almost here." He says.
The tears you've been fighting back finally fall, and you're quickly sobbing as hard as he is.
"I'm so sorry Harry." Your words seem to set something off inside him, and all of a sudden he's squeezing you tightly and whispering in your ear.
"This isn't your fault baby. It's no ones fault." You cry into his shoulder and he runs his hand through your hair.
"I know you wanted to be a dad so bad."