Harry Styles Imagines

You're Pregnant and Insecure

"Babe, come one, we're gunna be late for our reservation." Harry shouts up the stairs, his voice anxious.

You take one more look in the mirror then begin your descent down the stairs.

He looks over your tight red dress. You don't know what he's going to say. He comes closer to you.

"Take it off, please."

"What?" You ask even though you know what he said.

"I said: Take. It. Off." He says, making his words very clear.
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"Why?" You question him, but he doesn't answer you.

"It's date night, and it took me five minutes to get into it, and then another five to walk down those stairs." Your voice is slightly raised.

"It's date night, so what? If you're trying to impress me, you amaze me every day, and you don't need to try and look sexy because you are already so damn hot, love. I want you to be comfortable, now please babe, take it off." He points upstairs to the bedroom, signaling for you to change the dress.

You sigh. He couldn't of told you that before you shoved your baby bump into the tight fitting dress?

You quickly change out of the dress. You didn't realize how hard it was to breath in until you were out of it. You change into a pair of grey sweatpants and one of Harry's shirts.

"Is this ok?" You say, walking down the stairs for a second time.

"You've never looked sexier."