Small Bump. {a harry styles one shot}

Small Bump. {Harry Styles One-Shot}

Based off of Small Bump by Ed Sheeran.

No One's Point of View.

Harry sat on the plastic chairs that filled that small hospital room with white walls and floors, he was so unsure of what he was feeling, scared yet so proud. So proud of his beautiful girl and the amazing gift she was holding for the both of them.

Sitting here waiting made a second feel like an hour, looking for something to occupy him. He reached over a few chairs and pulled out a old edition of People from the small table that sat next to his row. Opening it made the wait seem even longer. That's when he heard footsteps walking this way.

Her footsteps.

He got up and walked over to her, she told him what the quiet desk lady had said. He looked over to her, she was a small woman with glasses that made her eyes look too big for her head. She had a rather large nose and brown bushy hair, he though to himself that she looked just like an owl, just like the one from Winney the Poo.

Smirking to himself he took her hand as she lead him down the corridor, room 35B, that was where her appointment was. She knocked on the door and waited until she was greeted by a nurse. She took her bag and coat off and sat down on the hospital bed. Harry sat next to her, interwinding his fingers with hers as she flinched from the cold jelly like stuff that was being rubbed on her stomach.

The nurse pulled the ultrasound monitor so he could see everything. There, his amazing little baby was pictured. So small and so beautiful, it brought a tear to his eye. After a few questions, Harry grabbed her bag and coat, handing it to her as the nurse gave Harry an envelope. He rubbed his thumb over the paper that stood between him and his beautiful, amazing baby. He opened it and pulled out his picture of the scan, looking at it made him think of so many possibilities, all the things he will do, all the things he will give. All the things he would share... 

'You were just a Small Bump unborn, in four months you're brought to life,

You might be left with my hair, but you'll have your mother's eyes,

I'll hold your body in my hands, be as gentle as I can, but for now you're a scan of my unmade plans,

Small bump, in four months you're brought to life.'

That night Harry couldn't sleep, all he could do was think of how he would love his child like he loves his life, he imagined all the memories that would be made, all the stories he would read, all the possibilities. Even though Harry didn't know his child yet, he was so proud. He pulled out his scan and looked at it, how small the hands were, he was mesmorised by the picture. Putting it back on the side, he closed his eyes and imagined. He imagined how he would fall asleep next to his baby, how he would hold it so close, long enough for it to hold him back...

'and I'll whisper quietly, I'll give you nothing but truth

If you're not inside me, I'll put my future in you...

you are my one, and only

You can wrap your fingers around my thumb and hold me tight.

you are my one, and only.

You can wrap your fingers around my thumb and hold me tight.

And you'll be all right. '

Harry sat there on the same chair as he did every time he came to the hospital, he would sit there studying his picture of his gift. The same routine, the same office lady would tell them what room to go to, and she would sit on the bed while the nurse would ask the same questions, but this time it would change.