One Direction Imagines and Preferences

The Baby Is Not His (Harry Styles)

"Baby, what's been going on these past few days?" I stared at Harry biting my lip deep in thought.

"Please, YN. I need to know." His eyebrows were furrowed together as he tried to get a glimpse of what was eating you through your eyes.

"I-I'm pregnant." You whispered quietly, staring down at your hands.

"And it's not mine." Harry continued. You nodded, closing your eyes, avoiding his.

"How many months?" You sighed and tried to rack your brain for an answer.

"Almost 3 months."

"Why didn't you want to tell me?" He whispered.

"I knew you'd leave me." You responded back, voice waivering slightly.

"I didn't want to lose you, Harry."

"You won't." You stared at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

"W-what?" He smiled slightly and placed his hand against your flat stomach.

"This," He began. "Is going to be our baby. I don't care what everyone else says, YN. I will raise this baby with you. I will take care of him, or her, like they were my own." His voice cracked slightly at the end.

You did your best to smile as you were extremely overwhelmed with the idea of having a baby, crying in the process of it all. He removed his hand from your stomach and grabbed your hand. "Can you please say something, baby?" He stared at you with an exasperated expression.

"Unless," He took a deep breath. "Are you thinking of abortion?" Your eyes instantly widened and protectively placed your hands over your stomach.

"Harry! No!" You sniffled, still recovering from your previous tears. You tried to find the words to express the amount of love you had for Harry, but all you could come out with was, "I just love you."

You two grinned at each other, Harry leaning in to kiss you on the lips sweetly. He pulled away and placed his hands on your stomach. "I love you too. And our little bean." He cooed, placing a soft kiss on your stomach.

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