Harry Styles Imagines

69. Little things

I was requested to write this chapter by brideofharrystyles and she gave me an actual name, "Emily". I hope you enjoyed. So, for those of you whose name isn't Emily, just insert your name. Haha. I love you.
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Harry's pov:
Emily and I are walking silently in the park, one of my arms on her waist and the other holding her hand. Something seems to be bothering her these days. She isn't quite herself but she wouldn't let me know what was distracting her so I don't push her too hard to the answers.

Man, I wish I knew what was the problem without having to ask her.

"I was just wondering the name for our little one." I say with a questioning tone while expressing on a thinking face but she doesn't answer my question. So, I look down at her and find her overthinking again.

"Hey, Emily. Babe." I shake her arm and call her. She get startled and reacts back with worried eyes. "Did you say something?" She asks.

I sigh and reply, " I said I was just wondering the name for our little one."

"Oh. Yeah. Amelia's nice." She nods her head and smiles.

"Emily, honey. I haven't even say the name. I was going to discuss with you." I beat my forehead and shake my head.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I think I zoomed out." She shrugs her shoulders and gives me a small smile.

I take my hands away from her and step in front of her before resting both of my hands on her shoulder.
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Emily's pov:
"Emi, if there's anything that's worrying you, just let me know, okay?" His dark emerald eyes look inside mine. They look so secure and warm. Maybe he deserves to know what's troubling me.

I nod my head as he squeezes my shoulders lightly. "Great. So can you tell me now?" He asks with his eyes full of hope and worry.

"Let's talk it at home." I suggest and pull his hand.
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I sit on the edge of our bed with sweaty hands on my lap while Harry locks the door and put the keys to where they belong.

I have been pregnant for four months and everyday seems to be harder and scarier than the previous day. But Harry's here to ease the days with his love and care. He's always able to make the good out of the bad and I'm really thankful for everything that he offers.

Harry sits on the stool before me and takes my right hands in his to message. He always know how to lessen my stress.

"You can start now. I'm all ears." He reassures and smiles.

"I don't know where to start."

"Start anywhere you like. I don't mind if it's messy or confusing. I'll figure out answers."

I clear my throat and look at the ground. I can't look at him. He's too precious to see me hurt.

"Well, I went to my sister's house the other day and she told me to maintain the beauty I have after giving birth. She told me that if I don't, I will not be able to attract you to stay." I explain.

"What does she mean?" Harry furrows his eyebrows. I know he's not the type of person I should worry about cheating but what if there's a side of him that I don't know?

"She meant that when we g- . After women gives birth, the husband usually lost interest in her and begins to find another woman." I stop after noticing that I went too straight forward.

"Darling, you know I'm not that kind of person." He assures, unbelieving.

"I know but it still scares me. And she also said that we lost most of our beauty when we become mothers. We become fat, messy and our face grows more oily. And. Our immune systems reduces its ability." I stop again while crying because of the fear appearing slowly back in me as I say it.