Harry Styles Imagines

08.The girl[2]

You settle the girl on couch as you order Harry to het my first aid box.

"Harry, get moving! What are you doing here?! Go get the box!" You order as he slowly appears with a first aid box in hand.

"What took you so long?!" You snatch the box from him and take out a few things as he sobs quietly.

"Please be patient." You coo the girl as she bit her lips and sweats form on her forehead.

You place the cold round metal on her stomach to listen to the inside of it and you sigh in relief that Harry did not do any harm to the baby.

"Your baby's fine. It may hurt for a while because of the push but you'll be fine if you rest." You explain as she breathe out heavily and smile weakly at me.

She closes her eyes and within minutes, she falls asleep.

Harry drag the stool he was sitting and comes infront of you.

"Please,(Y/N), this is not true. Please believe me. Okay?" He pleads, bringing up my hands in his.

He put his head on his hand, lightly kissing your fingers in his. He is still crying.

"Don't you pity the girl?"

"There's nothing to pity for, my love. She's not even p-. I didn't even do it to her." He looks up at you, showing his pale face and red nose.

You start to cry too.

"Harry, I don't trust you anymore. Let's just say, she doesn't have your baby but you phyiscally harmed her infront of me. I'm afraid that I was just a doll."

He stands up and sit beside you. He slowly places your head on his chest. His heart wasn't beating normally. He was scared that you might leave him.

"(Y/N), you know that I've never hurt you before and I never will." He cries and kisses your head.

"I know but I'm letting you go." The words leave your mouth although you don't want to do it.

"No. (Y/N), don't do this to me. Don't let me go." He crys as you walk away to your used-to-shared bedroom.

You lock the door behind you as your back touches the cold wooden door and bring your legs to your chest as you cry there.

You could feel Harry lying his back on the door from the outside. He starts to sing the song :"You and I".

"Not even the Gods above

Can Separate the two of us

No nothing can come between

You and I"

When he sings the chorus, your heart melts. The song fits the kind of situation you're going through.

"(Y/N), I'll show you that she's just a piece of shit coming between us and I'll prove you that she's wrong. She totally is..." He trails off.

Suddenly, someone's phone rings. You hear his footsteps fading as he goes to understand it.

"No. This is Harry Styles speaking. Your daughter is in our house." He replys after saying hello. The other person on the other side must have ask him about their daughter.
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I know this sucks! I suck at writing sad parts! :/