Harry Styles Imagines

fine line

Description - you're there for the last studio session for the fine line album, but so is his ex.

It was a glorious Tuesday morning and you were in the midst on baking cookies. You were 3 months pregnant and the craving for oreo cookies was at an all time high. You had been woken up to the sick feeling, in your stomach, for the third morning in a row, but now, an hour later, you were watching your cookies rise in the oven. It's not like you had much else to do. You're job as a fire-woman was cut short when Harry first came accustomed to the news you were pregnant. He was determined to keep you and the baby safe, and he thought you running in to burning buildings didn't really seem like the safest thing to do.

5 minutes later your cookies were done and cooling on the kitchen side. As you turned the oven off the house phone rings.

"Hello?" You answered whilst putting some ingredients away in their rightful cupboards.

" Hi darling! Are you okay? " You heard Harry's familiar voice echo down the telephone line.

"I'm good H. Everything okay with you?" You ask, curious as to why he was calling you since he called you when you woke up.

" Yeah I'm good love. Listen. Me and my team have finally finished the album! " He says. You knew he would be slightly disappointed, since writing and producing songs is his lifestyle, but you still wanted to be happy for him.

"Oh that's amazing Haz! I bet it sounds amazing!" You laugh down the phone. The sound of your laugh makes him laugh .

"I mean I'm pretty sure I've got a Grammy award-winning album if I do say so myself!" He jokes, but you knew in your heart that is was true. Harry's music never failed to amaze you.

"Okay Styles! I'll be the judge of that." You play along with his joke. You hear him cough, slightly, to clear his throat, something he did when he was nervous. Why would he be nervous?

" Do you maybe...I don't know...If you've got a spare moment...do you want to be here when we run through the whole album? " He asked. You knew he'd be scratching the back of his neck in anxiety. He was always so anxious to hear your opinions on his music, because your opinion always meant the most to him, and if you hated a song that he overall loved them it would crush him. You'd never hated a song to date though, and you wouldn't ever.

"I'd be honoured Haz. I'll be there in 15, okay?" You reply, trying to calm his nerves with your voice.

" Really?! " He sounds excited that you'd come to the studio. He thought you'd want to stay within the comforts of your house, being pregnant and all, but you felt exactly the opposite - anything to get you out of the house. "I'll send a car for you."

" No Harry you won't. I'm perfectly capable of walking myself to the studio. " You appreciated his concern but you weren't one for wasting fuel, and adding to global warming, when it took you less than 15 minutes to walk to the studio from your house. Harry had purposefully bought the house, close to the studio, for that sole purpose.

"Alright angel. I'll see you soon. Be careful." You blushed at the pet name he called you.

" I love you. "

"I love you too." He replies. He hangs up quickly after that because he doesn't want to keep you from arriving later than expected. He was desperate to see you. Even though it'd been less than 3 hours since he'd last seen you.

You picked up your jacket, house keys and a box of cookies you'd just organised, knowing the guys would all appreciate one of your infamous home baked goods. You were practically famous for them, within your circle of friends.

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You walked in to the studio and it was all very loud and chaotic. You walked to the reception and she called someone to come and collect you, to take you to Harry's studio. Minutes later one of Harry's security guards, Pete, came into reception.