Harry Styles x Reader One-Shots

Stevie

"You want to name our daughter Stevie?" you ask, knowing that Stevie Nicks was his idol. You weren't as surprised as you probably should be, his drunken nights while the both of you were still in college having let you know that he would 'enjoy it very much if you let the child be named after Stevie.'

"Well, yeah. But only if you want to, she's your daughter too." He gives you a knowing look, letting you know that if you were in any way against the name, the idea would automatically be forgotten.

"No, I don't think I'd be against it, Stevie Styles has quite the ring to it, don't you think?" You smile at him and grab his hands, wanting him to know that you're not just doing this for him. "Do you think she would freak out?"

He looks confused, "Who?"

You lightly giggle, thinking that the answer was obvious. "Stevie, honey. Don't you think that we should tell her that we're naming our daughter after her?" He grimaces, and you instantly look confused, why wouldn't he want to tell Stevie? "I mean, we don't have to if you don't want to. Could just let her find out through other people."

"No, no. I want to tell her." He quickly reassures you.

"Then why the face?" You wonder.

"I- Well, you see. I may have accidentally forgotten to tell her that you're pregnant." The look on his face is priceless, he definitely feels guilty for not telling the woman that got the two of you together that you were expecting his child.

"Harry Edward Styles, how do you just forget to tell Stevie Nicks that I'm going to be giving birth in less than a month?" You ask.

"I don't know, I don't know. It just slipped my mind, I guess. I've been too busy reminding myself that this is real. I haven't told anyone else either." You think about it for a moment and realize that he's right. You've been the one telling people that weren't around you every day. And you have noticed that he's been a lot more physically affectionate with you lately, which is saying a lot since your relationship was already heavy on the loving touches. Not that it's a bad thing, but you could definitely understand why he was doing so now that he was actually talking about it.

"She's going to freak out, we have to call her, H." He looks a little scared, as if Stevie will really be mad at him, but you know that she'll just pretend to be and then be really happy for the two of you. Stevie knows what it's like to be busy.

"Yeah, yeah, okay. Let's call her." Harry gets up to get his computer, coming back with the line ringing.

Stevie answers just as he had situated the computer so that both of your faces were on the screen. From the angle that it was at, Stevie wouldn't be able to see that you were expecting, so Harry would still be able to take her by surprise.

"Hey lovebirds, what's going on with you guys?" Stevie begins, a huge smile on her face.

"Hey, Stevie!" You say, smile as big as hers glued to your features. Your day always lit up when you talked to her.

"Um, yeah, about that..." Harry begins. You look over at him, shooting him a glare that says 'yeah, that's a good way to start it.'

Her face drops almost instantly at his tone, "Harold, what did you do? Did you mess it up? Y/N, please tell me he didn't do something stupid."

"Well, he did do something stupid, but we're fine, I promise." You assure her, watching the smile slowly return to her face.

"What did you do, Harry?" She asks.

"Um, so I may have forgotten to tell you a little something." He says, hanging his head.

After a few seconds of him not saying anything she blurts out a, :Well spit it out already, I'm not going to live forever."

"Shush, Stevie. Yes you are. You're too iconic to not live forever." Harry says.

"Stop sweet talking her and just tell her." You say and he shoots you a glare.

"Um, yeah, so I may have forgotten to tell you that Y/N is pregnant." Stevie's eyes grow wide in disbelief.

"You're expecting?" She seems shocked and you can't blame her, you were shocked too.

"Yeah, and there's one more thing." Harry tries to say, but Stevie's already talking.

"How far along are you? I want to throw the baby shower." She looks ecstatic and you can't help but smile.

"I'm due in a little less than a month." You admit, watching her jaw drop.

"Okay, so I'll just have to work faster."

"Actually, Stevie, there's something we wanted to ask you." Harry interjects.

"And something we wanted to tell you." You remind him.

"Alright, yeah. What's up?" She asks.

"Would you want to be the godmother?" Harry asks. You can see the way he's tensed, scared that his idol will say no to being the godmother of his first child.

"Harry, are you crazy? Of course I would! I'd love to be the godmother!" You can see the tension fall from his body, see him become relaxed again. "What was it that you needed to tell me, though?"

"Oh, um, do you wanna tell her babe?" You ask him.

"You can if you want." He assures, so you look toward the screen.

"We're thinking about naming the baby Stevie, if that's okay with you of course." You say, looking at her and waiting for a reaction.

"Um, yeah, that's fine with me." She's trying to sound nonchalant, you can tell by the way she waves it off and looks to the side, trying to hide the tears in her eyes.

"Alright, well, um, we'll let you go, alright? Let you process the whole thing." Harry suggests, noticing that she's a little emotional.

"Yeah, yeah. Um, congratulations kids. And, um, thank you. I love you both." She sniffles, and you see the first tear fall.

"We love you too." You say, before hitting the button to hang up, wanting to give her time to process everything.

You put the computer to the side, turning over towards Harry, feeling his hands come to rest on your stomach. "I think she's happy."

"Yeah, I do too. Never thought I'd make my idol cry like that." He says.

"It was a good cry, H." You assure him, even though you know he's aware of that.

"I know. She's going to be really good with the baby, huh?" He looks up at you and gives you the most love sick smile you've ever seen.

"She'll hold her once and never want to give her back." You smile, looking forward to the amazing godmother that Stevie's going to be.

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