Harry Styles Imagines

He Finds Out You're Pregnant

"Y/N." Harry says, poking his head into the bathroom.

I don't have time to hide the test in my hand. His eyes are glued to the stick. His mouth hangs open, with unspoken words waiting to be said.

"Y/N." He repeats.

He grabs the test from my hand and looks it over. His eyes continue to can it, even though he already knows what it shows.

"You-" he begins

"You're pregnant?" He questions.

I nod my head. There is a lump that has formed in my throat that feels like a giant rock that I couldn't swallow.

We've discussed kids too many times to count. He wants kids, more than anything. And I...... I don't know. I thought I'd have more time to think it over, but it's obvious that the clock has ran out.

The room stays silent for what feels like at least an hour. I put the toilet seat lid down, and plop down on top of it.

We exchange empty looks.

"Are you keeping it?" He asks, his voice nervous and slightly shaky.

"Of course I am, I can't believe you just asked me that."

He steps toward me, but I take a step back.

"I'm going to be a terrible mother." I announce.

A look of confusion crosses his handsome features.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm going to be a terrible mother." I repeat for him.

"Why in the world would you ever think that?" He asks me, his face still showing signs of confusion.

"I had the worlds shittiest mum. I don't know how to raise a kid. Me mum did bother trying to raise me, so how am I supposed to know what to do with a child?"

Harry takes my hand and smiles.

"You're going to be a great mother." He whispers.