Harry Styles Imagines

12- Pregnant

Positive. The pregnancy test is positive. Great, just great. Me and Harry are too young and not ready. Harry has even said he doesn't want kids. Does this mean he'll walk out on me?

I was shaken from my thoughts when I heard a knock on the door. I quickly threw away the test and walked out the door. "Hey baby." I said kissing his cheek.

"Everything okay? You were in there for like thirty minutes." Harry said with a curious look on his face.

"Yeah, just fine." I said biting my lip slightly as I walked over to the bed and sat down.

"You sure?" Harry asked walking over and sat down beside me.

"No." I whispered softly.

"What's wrong? You know you can tell me anything babe." He said.

I looked down at the floor then back at him. "Harry. Please don't get mad." I said looking back at the floor after I say his name.

"I won't. What is it?" He asked.

"I'm, um, I'm pregnant." I say hoping that he doesn't get mad. I mean it isn't all my fault. He helped make this.

Harry sits there for a moment taking the new information in. I was worried he was about to yell or argue with me until I saw a smile on his face.

"I'm going to be a dad?! That's amazing!" He said pecking my lips.

"So you aren't mad?" I ask.

"No. Why would I be mad?"

"Because you've said you didn't want kids. Plus we're young."

Harry took my hand. "Baby, I think we can make it though. I think I'm ready to be a dad."

"Really? You really are?" I smile.

"Yes. I am and love you so much. We're going to be amazing parents."

I smile at his words. "Yeah, we will. I love you too baby."