Harry Styles Imagines

It's time

"Harry, I can't walk anymore.  My legs hurt!" I said and stopped to massage them.  I pouted when he turned around to look at me.

"Only a little farther, baby.  You're doing great!" He grinned.  He bent down so he was level with my legs.  "Do you want a massage later?" He said and rubbed them a bit.

"I want one now." I said and rested my hand on my bump. 

"Now?  But baby we're in public."  He frowned and kissed my growing stomach. 

"I know, it's just my legs hurt and I haven't gotten much sleep lately." I said and began to cry.  Little did he know that these were fake tears.  "I've been having contractions lately and I haven't been able to focus lately.  Oh, baby, if only you understood what I'm going through." I said and let all my fake tears drop from my face and onto my clothed stomach.

"I'm so sorry, baby.  Please don't cry!  Here, let me massage your legs for you a bit, yeah?" He asked and I nodded.  He rubbed my legs with his hand, going up and down and putting pressure on them every few seconds.  "Then when we get back, I'll massage them.  Okay, baby?  Please stop crying.  I hate it when you cry." He said and stood up to kiss me.  He captured my cheeks and pressed his lips to mine.  I instantly kissed him back and held him by the collar of his shirt. 

"You're so gullible." I mumbled against his lips. 

"What?  (Y/n)!  You tricked me!" He whined.

"Well my legs were hurting and you wouldn't of massaged them now if I hadn't of cried!" I said back. 

"You're so mean." He whined again.  I pulled him in and hugged him while he awkwardly hugged me back.  His body was bent forward so he could actually hug me back.

Suddenly, I felt something wet between my legs.  I pushed Harry away and screamed in pain. 

"Harry, now!" I said and placed my hand on my stomach.  I bent forward as an instinct to try to reduce the pain.  "Oh my god, Harry!  Move you asshole!" I yelled at him. 

"You can't trick me again, (y/n).  I'm not falling for it." He grinned. 

"I'm not tricking you, you inconsiderate douchebag!  I'm having our child now so I suggest you realize what the f.uck is going on and take me to the d.amn hospital!" I usually wasn't the one to curse but right now, with this baby wanting to come out and the pain I was feeling, I didn't care. 

Harry realized that I wasn't lying and started to panic.  He stood there in panic as he watched me, his girlfriend, in labor. 

"Oh god!  You're in labor!  We have to get you to the hospital!" He said and led me to the car as quick as possible.

"I hate you so much for doing this to me!" I yelled as he rushed to the hospital.  We stopped at a stoplight and the pain only became worse.  "Just drive!  Forget to stoplight!" I said and pushed his leg down so he could drive.  Because of me, we almost crashed and unfortunately a police officer was behind us and pulled us over. 

I cried as the pain steadily rose.  The officer tapped on the window and motioned for Harry to roll down the window. 

"You do realize you drove through a stoplight?  And there was tra-"

"I'm in labor you asshole!  Do your job right!  Oh my god, Harry, take the pain away!" I screamed. 

"I will, baby, I will." He said and rubbed my leg.  "Officer, I need to take my girlfriend to the hopsital.  Now." He said. 

"Of course, I'm sorry.  Take care." He said and walked away.  Harry immediately put the car in drive and drove off to the hospital. 

"Almost there." He said and looked for a parking spot.  After five minutes, he found a spot and quickly walked me inside. 

"My wife is in labor!" He yelled.  I looked at him in disbelief.  I wanted to marry him one day but that wasn't something I wanted to think about right now.

"We have a woman in labor!" The nurse behind the desk yelled.  Two other nurses ran out of the double doors and together, the three of them helped me into a wheelchair.  Harry offered to push the chair while the nurses guided him and got ready for my baby's arrival.

Once everyone was ready, the doctor came in and looked to see how many centimeters I was dilated. 

"You're doing great, (y/n).  So far you're three centimeters dilated." He said. 

"Just breathe, love." Harry said and stroked my wet hair.  I was currently sweating like crazy. 

"Harry, it hurts." I whined.  "Why would you do this to me!"

He only chuckled and continued to stroke my hair.  I continued to whine and curse at Harry. 

Thirteen hours later and I was only nine centimeters dilated and in extreme pain. 

"Okay, (y/n), it's time to push!  You're at ten centimeters." The doctor yelled.  Two nurses held my legs up and comforted me.  "On the count of three I need you to push for ten seconds." He said.  "Three," he said. 

"What happened to one and two?!" I yelled.

"Push, (y/n)!" The doctor said.  I began to push and he started to count to ten. 

"I hate you, Harry." I said when ten seconds were over. 

"Again, (y/n).  Push for ten seconds now." The doctor said.  I started to push.  In the middle of pushing, Harry asked me a question. 

"I love you, (y/n).  Marry me?" He asked and held my hand.  The nurses awed and smiled at Harry.  When the ten seconds were over, I answered him. 

"I'm pushing our baby out and you're asking me to marry you?" I asked. 

"Again," the doctor said after a few seconds.  I began pushing and breathed heavily.  "I see the head!" He said.  A nurse came in the room and hurried to his side. 

"I love you and I want my future with you.  So much, baby.  Please, marry me?" 

"Yes, Harry, god yes.  I love you so much." I said and pulled him down for a kiss.  He pulled out a ring and slid it on my left ring finger.

"One more time, (y/n)." The doctor said.  I nodded and began pushing one last time, for now. 

Loud cries echoed through the room and our child was held by the doctor.  They wrapped our baby in a blanket and smiled. 

"Do you want to hold her?" The doctor asked. 

I nodded and held my arms out.  He placed her in my hands.  I cuddled her up to my chest and stared at her in amazement. 

"She's beautiful," Harry said.  He smiled and pressed his lips to my temple.  He cried and held my head to his lips as he stared at our child.  God, she was beautiful.  And she was ours.  "She's so beautiful, baby." He cried.  I felt his tears running down my arm.  He pressed his lips to my temple again and never pulled away until it was his turn to hold her. 

The doctor picked her up and handed her to Harry.  He immediately began to crying and never let his eyes off of her.  He was a father and I was a mother.  She was our daughter and I was so in love. 

"What's her name?" The doctor asked. 

"Eve," Harry and I said in unison.  The nurse went to Harry and took her from his arms. 

"Would you like to cut the umbilical cord, Mr. Styles?" The nurse asked and held the scissors out to him.

"Of course," He said and cut the cord.  He handed the scissors back and came to my side.  "We did good, baby.  She's so beautiful." He said and cried again.  He wrapped his arm around me and placed his head on the bed.  I placed my hand on his head and ran my fingers through his hair. 

"She is isn't she, fiancé?" I smiled and traced his jawline. 

* This has nothing to do with other book, I've just always wanted to name my child, Eve, when the time comes (: *

I actually cried while writing this. 

- B