Harry Styles Imagines

you & i - part one

Description - you find out that you can't have children and life seems to go downhill

You made your way into the lifeless, non-joyous, building. The Doctors was never something you were overly excited about going to, today especially. You'd had a call earlier on in the week saying that they had results from your last check-up, but you had an underlying, sickening, feeling that you wouldn't be leaving the doctors happy.

You walked over to the bland, wooden, reception desk, where an old woman was sat behind. Her glasses on the edge of her nose and her face ridiculously close to the computer screen - no wonder she needed glasses. Once you arrived at the desk she moved her head away from the computer, sloth-like, up to see you.

"Hello, my dear. Name please." She told you in frail, little voice.

"Hi. Y/N L/N?" You told her, questioningly, as she began to look at the files on the computer for your name.

"Take a seat, pet, and Dr Andrews will be out with you shortly." She kindly said before returning to her computer.

You wandered over to the, uncomfortable, plastic chairs, and pulled out your phone to distract you from this appointment. You saw you had a few messages from Harry, your ever-so-charming boyfriend. Harry was currently in L.A. catching up with some friends and pre-recording some interviews.

Harry: Morning sunshine! Hope you're alright? Going surfing with the boys later, but i'll face-time you after xx

Harry: I love you.

Harry: Also just thought it's like mid-afternoon for you now, so face-time me whenever you're free because I don't want you up late for me xx

You chuckled at how loving and caring he was. Even if he was half way across the world, away from you, he still managed to make you smile. You hadn't told Harry about your appointment today, just in case it was nothing, not wanting to worry him.

You: Morning to you Haz! Have fun, and stay safe, surfing. I'm just out, right now, but i'll face-time you later. I love you xx

You replied and then heard your name called out by the doctor. You walked into his room and sat down on the chair beside his, next to his excessively large desk. He only had a laptop, a pen and a few books on it, making them look tiny against the desk.

"How are you today Miss L/N?" He asked you, opening a file with your name stamped across the front of it.

"I'm good, yeah. Yourself?" You asked politely.

"Not bad, thanks." He smiled at you and you returned one, covering up the worry you held. "So I have the results from your last check-up." You took a deep breath and nodded, clutching your bag in your hands - wishing it was Harry's hand instead. "It was all good, apart from one red area which we had to follow up on." You kept nodding at him. "Um. There's no easy of me saying this, Y/N, but you're infertile."

You could feel your eyes clouding over with wet tears, but you had to put your brave face on. "What does that mean?" You asked quietly.

"It.." He paused to let out a cough. "It means you can't get pregnant." He looks at you waiting for a response.

"Okay." You said shakily.

"Y/N?" You look up at him. "You have to remember that this doesn't mean you can't have children. Adoption or surrogacy is still very much an option." He assured you. He was right, but it wouldn't be the same.