HARRY STYLES - IMAGINES

Atmospheric, HS

This was requested by the lovely @fabiennetomlinson01! Thank you for your kind comments and the request, I really appreciate it babe.I truly hope you like this, and I am so sorry for the long wait. I am also sorry about like...the end, the middle part... I am just never happy with my writing, why ever that is. If I should change anything, please please tell me! Really! Honesty only!

Quick disclaimer: It's 2014/15 Harry (just so he's of age, I hope you don't mind my dear.)

All the love, Nica

I nervously caressed my lower belly, waiting for Harry to finally come home. I had news for him. News that terrified me and excited me at the same time, news that would test our relationship in more than one way.

I have to admit, I felt a little jittery as I heard the front door open and Harry's significant kicking-off-his-shoes noise. An indicator for him being in a good mood, at least. "Love? I'm home...sorry I got held back at the studios." He shouted, before stepping into the kitchen and spotting me. "Ah you are here. Sorry, thought your upstairs redecorating your office again." I couldn't help but grin a little before opening my arms to welcome him in a hug.
"At least it looks pretty. I'll probably move my table though, I don't like where it's standing now." Harry laughed before pressing a light kiss on my lips.
"Whatever you like, love. This is our house and you can do whatever. Even paint the celling light blue." I snorted embarrassed at this reminder.
Before Harry and I had decided to finally move in together into our own home, I had lived in a flat just thirty minutes from here. The landlords were incredibly nice, an elder couple living a floor below me. Well, they had been very nice, until I may or may not accidentally painted the celling of my bedroom in a light blue colour, forgetting to ask. Or maybe purposely forgetting to ask, half hoping that they would like the colour just like I did. I can even remember what the shade name was; Atmospheric. Let's just say that the mood in the room when they came to look at it was an atmospheric disaster...they almost immediately demanded that it would have to be repainted white. So I had spent one night under my beautiful blue ceiling before getting all back to normal.
After that slightly brainless idea of mine, they weren't as nice anymore.

"So what kept you at the studio?" I asked, switching topics now. I turned towards the counter where I had prepared a stack of biscuits, in a sudden wave of wanting to eat freshly baked sweets.
"Zayn had to record his part again and because I'm backing up the vocals, I was required to stay. Just in case...did you make these?" Easily distracted that man.
"I did. Wanna try?" He snorted before eagerly nodding.
"Of course! Had to skip dinner because of the session..." I snapped around to him.
"Excuse me? Why didn't you say so? I could've at least prepared something!" he only laughed and kissed me again.
"I know and I didn't wanted you to start cooking that late. Speaking of late, why were you in the kitchen and not in bed? I thought, I texted you that I would come home late. Did I forget..." I could feel my heart skipping a beat and I cleared my throat nervously. Harry immediately frowned softly as he picked up my change of demeanour.
"You okay? Did something happen?" I cleared my throat again, fidgeting my fingers. "Yes...I mean nothing...I'm okay I mean. But I uh...need to tell you something Harry. Maybe we should sit down for that." I hated how high my voice sounded but I couldn't change it. His frown deepened at my words but he followed me towards the living room area so we could sit on the couch.
"You're not...breaking up with me, are you?" He asked, half joking half serious. I laughed uneasily. "Of course not Harry, don't be silly." He just grinned softly.
"Well, then that's all what counts. So what happened?"

Harry's eyes were wide and he said nothing for quite a while. "Harry? Are you...are you okay?" I asked nervously, feeling my throat drying out. He suddenly looked a bit pale around the nose...
"Like...pregnant? Are you serious?" he finally stuttered and I nodded hesitantly. He sat back, hands running through his curls, saying nothing again. I didn't know what to say, I just wanted him to say something. Something positive. "I-I just found out this morning." I tried quietly, his eyes snapping over to me.
"I...I am sorry. I don't know what to say." He finally pushed out, distress now clearly evident on his face. "You...do you want to keep it?" he then asked quietly, almost a whisper. I swallowed hard. "Yes, I...would like to." My heart sunk. "You don't?" his eyes snapped up again.
"It's just...we're so young still and...and a child..." I felt my eyes water, but I desperately tried to blink my tears away. "I understand." It was quiet in the house, but a deafening silence, thick like syrup and suffocating. "I think I need to go for a quick walk...I will be back in less than an hour, yes sweets? I just need to...I am sorry. I'll come back, don't worry." Harry suddenly pushed out, getting up. I just nodded, feeling my world slowly shatter. Harry still stood there, a twisted expression on his face. Then he dipped down and pressed a feathery kiss to my lips, before turning around. I heard the rattle of car keys, how he grabbed a jacket and then how the door slammed shut. I buried my face in my hands.
This turned out terrible. I didn't wanted to jeopardize my relationship with Harry, I truly believed that he was the one for me. Yet, did I really want to get an abortion. I caressed my tummy, feeling how tears brimmed in my eyes. I sunk back into the soft pillows on our couch, rolled to side and just felt...miserable.

I woke up by the sound of something heavy being placed down on the glass table in front of me. I blinked against the bright light, eyes just slightly swollen. It looked like a giant...paint pot? Something rustled and suddenly, a bunch of white and light pink flowers were placed down next to it.
"Harry?" my voice was still hoarse and I still couldn't see properly. "Love? I told you I would return...had to run some errands." I could hear the soft smile through his voice and as I looked up, he gave me a shy smile. Carefully he dropped down on his kneed, scooting closers to me, so he could rest his arms on my lap. "What do you think?" I was more than confused. On one hand, I was still terrified of his decision and the whole pregnancy stuff, on the other hand have I never been more confused about him running errands.
"Think of what?" I stared down at him, a sly grin spreading on his lips before he nodded towards the paint pot. I squinted my eyes together, inspecting the paint pot again. My breath hitched in my throat when I finally got it;
"Atmospheric." I whispered quietly, wide eyes looking back at Harry.

"If you want to keep it, we will. If not, you are free to make this decision, I am not forcing you into anything. I just thought that...you know, it would be cute for the nursery, blue ceiling and all..." He explained softly, loyal eyes looking up at me. I suddenly found it very hard to breathe. "I don't want to force you into anything either..." I stammered, blinking quickly. My throat felt narrow as if there was not enough room for my voice and air to breathe. Harry only smiled, his eyes weirdly...glossy.
"You're not. I was a bit overwhelmed I admit...but..." he never got to finish his sentence since I cupped his cheeks with both my hands and pressed my lips onto his.
"We're having a baby." I whispered against his lips as we parted and couldn't stop smiling. Harry grinned softly, wrapping his arms around me.
"You'll be a mommy." "You'll be a daddy." It was the wrong thing to say, because Harry immediately started to grin widely.
"Already are. But a father, that's new." I groaned, burying my face in the crock of his neck. "Shut up Styles. Where did you even get that paint this late?" Harry laughed softly. "I have my ways...but I can remember how much you loved this specific shade." I could only smile. "You're the best Harry. I can't even describe how much I love you." Harry smiled cheekily. "Maybe...astronomically?" I giggled, pressing a peck to his lips. "Oh for sure. Out-of-this-world kind of love." He chuckled lowly, pulling me tighter. "Sounds heavenly."

You may ask yourself now, why atmospheric? Oh well. It may or may not be the colour of my favourite suit Harry's ever worn and...my former celling colour. That's why, so wonder no more;)

(A gOD)