Harry Styles Imagines

Discussing Kids

You and Harry are attending an after party that Harry insisted you go to. He is drunk, and you are ready to go home.

"Harry, get in the car!" You shout out the window.

"You get in the car." He mutters as he stumbles towards the car.

He opens the door and nearly falls in.

You hate it when Harry gets drunk. He isn't himself, and he says things he usually regrets in the morning.

"Y\N," He whispers.

He wiggles his finger at you, gesturingg for you to come closer.

"You and me need to get you pregnant."

"Very funny." You reply, he obviously isn't thinking clearly.

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The next morning, laying in bed, you can't get his words out of your head. Surely he didn't mean them, did he? Harry and you had discussed the matter, but had decided to wait until he wasn't on tour. Then again, aren't 90 percent of the things said drunk, things you don't have the courage to say sober?

You roll over to a sleeping Harry. You listen to his soft snores, contemplating if you should wake him or not. You nudge him in the ribs, but he doesn't stir. You poke his eyeball harder than you wanted to, but he wakes up abruptly.

"Never again." He mumbles.

He rubs his eyes, then tucks his head under his pillow.

"Did you mean what you said?" You ask.

He moans.

"Y\N, I was drunk. What did I say this time?"

"Do you want to have a baby with me?" You question.

He pulled the pillow off his head and tossed it on the ground.

"Wait, like right at this precise moment?"

His eyes were bloodshot and he looked like crap. He probably felt like crap too.

"No. You know what, I shouldn't of asked. Go back to sleep." You roll away from him, feeling dumb for bringing up the subject again.

"Y\N, Y/N," he repeated, grabbing your waist and spinning you towards him.

"I would love to have a baby with you, Y\N."

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