You roll over in your bed expecting Harry, but your hand hits only pillow.
Did he seriously not come home last night? This is such a Harry move.
You can hear distant sounds of puking, something you've become very familiar with lately.
You get out of bed even though you'd planned on sleeping for a few more hours.
In the bathroom you see Harry leaning into the toilet.
He noticed your presence- his face full of quilt and apologies. His forehead is covered with beads of sweat. His eyes are bloodshot. You shake your head.
Your stomach begins to feel upset. You know what is coming next.
You run to the toilet and push Harry out of the way, emptying your stomach's contents.
When you're finally done you catch Harry staring at you.
"I'm pregnant, what's your excuse?"
He chuckles that chuckle you love so much.
"Niall...." He trails off.
"Niall isn't an excuse."
"I know, love. This was the last time."
He pecks you on the forehead.
You let out a piercing scream to taunt his pounding headache.
"This better be."
"Even though that was really mean, I still love you to pieces." He whispers to you.
The rest of the morning you spend laying on your backs in the bathroom taking turns throwing up, and talking about the baby. It was quite a romantic date.
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Harry Styles Imagines
FanfictionA variety of imagines about none other than the lovely Harry Styles. Hope you enjoy! Pregnancy, marriage, dating, and all stages of life included in these imagines.
