Harry Styles Preferences/Imagines

53.) Before my jeans dont fit

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"Are you and Harry coming out tonight? We're all going to be there," Perrie's voice broke through the speaker as you took a bite of the omelet you'd prepared just moments ago. You let your eyes close in satisfaction, a breath escaping your lips.

"Mm, I'm going to try and convince him. You know how he's been lately," you mumbled, your hand giving your miniscule swell a soft rub.

"I don't blame him. He doesn't want anything happening to the munchkin," she giggled. You rolled your eyes, taking another bite of your breakfast.

"You guys are ridiculous," you laughed, leaning back in the chair. "But I should go get him out of bed and give him the puppy eyes to convince him. I'll let you know."

"Alright, sounds good. I'll talk to you soon," the three beeps came from your phone before you set it down on the table in front of you. You finished up the contents on your plate, downing a cup of orange juice behind it. After rinsing the china and setting it in the dishwasher, you trudged up the stairs to wake your sleeping husband.

"Babe," your voice was soft as you pushed the door open to find him sprawled out on his stomach, fast asleep. You grinned, tiptoeing in and climbing in on your side of the bed.

"Harry," you played with the curls hanging limply by his ear. He let out a long breath before peaking an eye open, shooting you a small smile.

"Good morning, my love," he leaned in, resting his head in your lap as you stared down at him.

"Good morning, handsome," you leaned down a bit, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he let out a yawn. He wrapped his arms around your hips, his lips reaching up to press a kiss to your swell.

"Are you feeling okay?" He laid his head back down on your thighs, his lips peppering them with soft kisses. You giggled, playing with the messy curls you'd grown to love.

"Yeah, I'm okay. You fell asleep before the movie ended, I had to finish it by myself," you pouted down at him. He let out a laugh, rolling to his side and pulling you to his chest.

"I'm sorry, baby," he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "I was drained from yesterday's workout."

"I know," you pressed a kiss to his chest. "But you owe me." He couldn't help but roll his eyes, his arm tightening around you.

"Oh yeah? And what does my beautiful wife have in mind?" He wiggled his eyebrows, his hand playing with the waistband of your panties beneath his stolen shirt. You grabbed his hand, a smirk on your face as you halted his motion.

"Mm, not what you have in mind," you kissed the corner of his mouth. "I want to go out tonight."

"Like date night?"

"Sort of," you twirled his dark hair between your fingers. "Everyone's going out to the club and they want us to come." He groaned, closing his eyes before rubbing his face.

"The club? Really? Babe, you're pregnant," he turned his head to look at you, a frown on his face.

"Exactly. I'm pregnant, Harry. Not dying, relax."

"We could just go out for some dinner or a movie," he pouted. "Just you and I."

You sighed, beginning to roll off of him. "Okay, we'll just stay in tonight," you lowered your voice to a softer tone. He groaned, the guilt taking over him before he pulled you back towards him.

"Alright, fine. We'll go," he watched as you cracked a smile. "But if I don't like one thing that happens, we're coming straight home."

"Deal," you leaned in to peck his lips, his arms wrapping around you. "Are you hungry?"