Night and day seem to blur
together these days. I had lost track of time, because it didn’t matter to me
anymore… and I was okay with that. We were together and that was what held me
in reality, his presence, and the knowledge that I would be back, we both would
be back and in this same position again soon.
I laid flat on my back,
Harry resting half on top of me. His head sat just over where my heart beat
strong, his left hand in mine as I played with his fingers. My other hand ran
across the back of his neck, giving off soft peaceful sighs let me know that he
was still awake, just enjoying this moment as much as me. His long legs, clad
in jeans wrapped around my almost bare legs, holding me into the warmth of his
I heard my phone go off in
soft vibrations, letting us both know that the time had come. Harry didn’t move
an inch, not wanting to accept the reality that was about to hit full force. I
couldn’t blame him really; I didn’t want to move either… not from our peace of
“Harry,” I whispered into
“5 more minutes. Please.” He
breathed out. “I only need 5 more minutes.”
Harry breathed in deeply,
moving his head to the crook of my neck. He left a few of the odd kisses
trailing down my neck, it was purely innocent. He was trying to hold onto
memories, trying to remember little nothings.
I could hear voices on the
other side of the door, and I knew Harry was completely ignoring them, having
rested his head on my chest again. It had been like this for a few days, Harry
and I just being in each other’s presence, just simply existing with one
another, and it was pure magic for those few moments, when the world didn’t
exist, and couldn’t break through.
“Harry,” I whispered again.
“I have to go.”
“Why?” He spoke just as
softly as I did. “Please, explain to me again why you have to go.”
“Because, I have a job back
home.” I laughed lightly. “And I only had a month off.”
“Not good enough.” Harry
shook his head like a child.
“Harry. You and I both know
I need to get home.” I started to sit up, making Harry move to the side of me.
“I need to hold the fort down until my Prince Charming comes home.”
“I guess that’s a good
reason.” Harry smiled, looking up at me as I started to stand.
“Haz? Y/N?” A knock sounded
at the door. “It’s 2:30, time to go.” Liam announced.
Harry heaved himself up and
off the bed, opening the door to Liam, Niall and Louis. Each boy knew what this
was going to do to Harry, being away from someone he loved, because when Harry
loved, he loved with all of his heart, and today at 4:15, she was leaving to go
“Hey, you guys ready?” Louis
“Yeah, I’m ready.” I
announced slipping into my shoes.
“Don’t worry about your
bags. We got them.” Niall said pushing past Harry, Liam on his heels.
“Thanks guys.” I smiled,
grabbing my book bag that would be sitting with me on the plane.
The drive to the airport was
over in what felt like minutes, with Harry’s arms wrapped around me as he tried
to hold a conversation with the boys, failing because he would get distracted
playing with my hair, or staring at me. Getting checked in and finding my
terminal, this was it… we had about an hour left together.
We spent most of it in
silence, not having to speak to communicate how much we didn’t want to leave
each other. It was clear to everyone, so much so that even the boys didn’t
engage with us as we simply spoke in soft whispers, stared at each other or I
played with Harry’s hands.
“Flight 347, to London is
now boarding.” The P.A announced.
“Well, we’ll see ya in a few
months, aye, Y/N.” Niall pulled me out of Harry’s reach, giving me a hug.
“Yeah, I’ll see ya in a
few.” I hugged him back smiling.
“We’ll miss you.” Liam dove
in for a hug next. “Don’t worry about him. We’ll take care of him.” He
whispered into my ear for me only.
“Thank you, Liam.” I hugged
him a little tighter for those words of reassurance that Harry would be fine.
“Come ‘ere Sweetheart.”
Louis smiled as I ran into his warm arms.
“Gosh I love you guys.” I
spoke into Louis ear.
“And we love you.” Louis
spoke, leaning back a little. “You take care of our Harry.”
“Thank you.” I smiled,
knowing they’d do the same for me.
I turned to Harry who was
still seated, looking at his hands, playing with one of his rings. Walking to
him I reached for his hand, and when he looked up the stars shone back at me. I
smiled my own dimpled smiled at the man who had stolen everything worth having
from me, and I was fine with that.
“I love you.” I said as he
stood and pulled me into a tight hug. “I love you so much.”
“You have no idea how much I
love you.” He breathed happily into my hair. “Never doubt that I love you.”
I leaned up a little on my
toes, placing my lips onto Harry’s soft ones, feeling him lean into mine with a
satisfied sigh. It was a simple kiss, nothing more, but it showed how much love
was between us.
“Please don’t cry.” Harry
I hadn’t even realized I had
let slip a few tears. Harry wiped them away with his thumb, kissing me lightly
on the lips again.
“I’ll see you again. I
promise.” I spoke into his lips. “I love you.”
“I love you.” Harry spoke
before I let go and turned away.
I didn’t look back until I
was about to walked down the tunnel to the aeroplane, and when I did, I saw a
teary eyed 6ft Harry Styles hunched over with his hands in his pockets. When he
saw me see him, he gave me a smile and a small waved, it took everything in me
not to run back and stay forever by his side.
“I’ll see you around,
Harry.” I spoke to myself with a final tear-filled wave.
“Oh my gosh! Thanks so much!” You ring off the phone and excitedly bounce down onto the couch next to Harry. Your 9-month along bump bounces as you sit. “What’s up baby?” Harry asks, addressing both you and your unborn fetus. He smiles at his joke, the same one he’s been using for the past six months. “That was Ralph,” you say, meaning Ralph Lauren. “He wants me to close one of the walks in his show next week!” Harry beams at you. “That’s great [Y/N]!” There’s a pause. “He knows you’re nine months pregnant right?” You laugh and lean back, placing your feet in his lap. “Of course, he’s designed a new maternity line and apparently there is a shortage of pregnant models so he wants me to walk. Plus, you know, it’ll up the press coverage.” You blush at how immodest you sound. Harry smiles and starts rubbing your feet, he knows you always get embarrassed whenever someone brings up how famous of a model you actually are. “Ugh I can’t wait to be back to work….and then we’ll have our baby!” Harry sighs and you know he’s picturing the two of you welcoming your baby to the world. “I can’t wait either….” he murmurs. “I just hope he or she stays in long enough that you can walk in the show!”
“Oof,” you grumble, buttoning up the shorts that complete your outfit. You love Ralph’s new maternity line and you especially love your outfit. “Hello darling, are you okay?” Ralph pokes his head in and you greet him with two cheek kisses. “Oh yes Ralph the collection is gorgeous….I’m just sad my pregnancy is almost over so I can’t wear these beautiful clothes much longer!” You both laugh and feel Ralph’s critical eyes scanning every thread making up the outfit. He nods his approval but your smile is cut short with a sharp twinge of pain in your abdomen. “Oooh,” you bend over slightly and Ralph look concerned. “[Y/N] darling are you okay?” The pain goes away as quickly as it started and you stand up straight. “Oh yeah, just a cramp I’m sure. This baby is ready to come out I think!” You laugh before Ralph moves on to start the show. By the time your walk comes around, you know you’re in labor. You breathe through the contractions, which are about ten minutes apart, and you are determined to finish your walk before going to the hospital. Your assistant Clara is not of the same mind. “What the hell you’re in labor?! And you’re still going to do the walk?!?!” You finish touching up your makeup and start walking towards the stage as your portion of the show starts. “Clara calm down, it’ll be hours until our baby is ready to come out and meanwhile Ralph is counting on me. Now listen,” you interrupt her panicky chattering. “I want you to go get Harry when I am at the end of the runway and tell him okay? He’s sitting in his usual front row seat, don’t get him until I’m at the end and have done my twirl and am coming back okay?” You send her off just as it’s time for your finale walk. You relax into the walk, a happy smile beaming across your face as you hit your stride and hear the audience go nuts. On your way back you see Clara pull Harry up and see him sprinting backstage, nearly tripping over photographers and Anna Wintour sitting next to him. You bite back a smile and finish your walk. Once offstage, you are surrounded by people including Harry. You vaguely hear him yelling at people to get out of your way as he ushers you into a taxi and you manage to text Clara to get your bag from home and meet you at the hospital. “I’m surprised you aren’t telling me it was dumb to do the walk.” You say to Harry on the way to the hospital. “Honey, our baby is coming into the world. I couldn’t yell at you if I tried.” You grip his hand as the taxi speeds towards the hospital and you mentally prepare yourself to become a mother.
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By the time you reach the hospital, you’re in the later stages of labor and your contractions are coming closer and closer together. “Just hold on baby we’re here alright I’ll help you I got you let’s go baby,” Harry coaches you out of the cab and into the hospital where paparazzi already swarm around you. Hospital security surrounds you as paps snap thousands of pictures and yell things at the two of you. “HARRY IS THIS YOUR BABY?” “HARRY ARE YOU GETTING MARRIED?!” “[Y/N] HOW ‘BOUT A SMILE?!” Harry ignores them and you concentrate on breathing through the contraction that is squeezing your uterus. Once inside the hospital and out of the noise and camera flashes, nurses rush you and Harry into a private elevator and upstairs into your delivery ‘suite’. You were willing to give birth in a normal hospital room, but Harry wouldn’t hear of it. “I want our baby to have the best of everything, and that includes her delivery. Plus, you’ll be pampered and you deserve it.” How could you refuse that?
You change into a hospital gown as your on-call doctor steps in to examine you. Harry excuses himself to call your parents, Anne and Des, and the boys. “Alright [Y/N],” the doctor is saying when Harry walks back in. “You are about eight centimeters dilated so it won’t be long now until your baby is here!” Panic flickers across your face and Harry rushes to grab your hand, carefully avoiding the IV sticking out of the back of it. “Alright baby just breathe, it’ll be over soon and we’ll have our baby and we’ll be parents forever we just have to get through this one day baby okay just breathe.” You calm down, squeezing his hand, before another contraction squeezes through, the biggest one yet but the epidural, already at work, helps to ease the pain. Suddenly pain cripples you and you yell out in pain. The doctor runs back in and peeks under your gown. “Alright [Y/N] your little baby is moving really fast here you’re not fully dilated yet but I can already see its head let’s get ready.” You lean back against the pillows and grip Harry’s hand as you feel the baby move.
The final part to Harry’s story will be posted at this time next week!
Soooo my darling loves, basically I love you guys so much and all of your messages make my heart melt. I don’t want to give you guys some shit writing so I’m going to give you the first part of part three because I feel like it’s decent enough for you to read. The rest tomorrowXx.
After my falling out with Harry I decide to reinvent myself. I moved across town, exercised more, worked harder, and put dating on a hold. Of course the first few months were hard; constantly seeing his face everywhere, the nonstop phone calls and texts, and the endless amount of memorabilia I had of him. But after all the tears and sleepless nights I became someone new, someone stronger. I didn’t need a man to be happy or okay, I could survive on my own. But under all the countless barriers I had stacked up around my heart, still laid a fragile girl who still had some feelings for him, Harry. Part of me still was saying yes to him him even after a year, which is why i threw myself into work. Could you blame me for still having feelings for him? The man who I thought I was going to marry, have curly headed children with, and grow old with? Of course I was supposed to still have feelings for him, I prepared to spend the rest of forever with him. “(Y/N)…(Y/N), were you even listening to a word I said?!” Lilly exclaimed snapping her fingers in front of my face. People around us in the small quaint café turned to look at us, interested in what caused her outburst.
“Hmm? Yeah Lil, you were talking about her guest list.” I replied distantly.
“Yeah and that Harry is going to be there so I’m going to need you to get your shit together and not become some crazy emotion bitch at my wedding “You know Lil bridezilla isn’t a good look on you.” I mumbled sipping my hot coffee. “(Y/N), you know I don’t mean to be one. It’s just this only happens once and I just want it to be perfect but I also want you to be okay. I know what you went through last year with him and I just want…”
“It’s fine Lily, I’m fine. Everything is going to be fine, don’t worry.”
*Who’s ready for the first encounter!!!!! I know it’s short but I promise it will be worth it. Xx.*
You walked in behind Harry, kicking your heels off and sitting next to him on the couch.
“I had a great time baby.” you say, looking over at him.
He grinned. “I’m glad you liked it. You looked gorgeous, by the way.”
“Harry, you’ve told me that like three times tonight.” You giggled.
“I don’t think that’s enough.” he smirked and leaned, pressing his lips passionately to yours. You scooted into his lap, not breaking the kiss. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in closer as you straddled him. Your lips moved to his jawline, biting down gently and earning a moan from him. “S-sammie… Are you sure you wanna do this?” he asked, head held back.
“I’m sure.” you said, going back to kissing him. He pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours.
“I don’t want to force you into this.”
“Harry, you’re not forcing me. I want to this. I want you.” you told him. With that, he attached his lips back to yours, laying on top of you.
You and your boyfriend, Harry, had gotten into a fight a couple weeks ago. You hadn’t seen him since, because you had gone to stay at Niall’s house. He had been your best friend since high school. The night you came over to his house, the two of you had “got it on”. You didn’t really think it was a big deal; you did take a pill the next day. But lately, you had been getting sick a lot and had odd cravings. You called Niall and asked him to pick you up a test on his way home from practice. Turns out you were pregnant. You weren’t really too sure what to do. You were going to have your best friend’s child, while you were still going out with Harry. That night, you decided it would be a good idea to go to Harry’s and tell him. You might as well get it over with. You knocked on his door, a bit nervous.
“Hey Megan..” he said opening the door, letting you in.
“Harry, we need to talk..” you say.
“I know, I know. I’m sorry about the fight and-”
“No, not about that.” you say, cutting him off. He looked at you, confused. “Harry… After we fought, I went to Niall’s house.. And we um… we had sex. And I wasn’t careful and…”
“Oh gosh…” he said, getting a bit pale.
“I’m pregnant…” you said, feeling awful.
“How could you-” he quickly cut himself off, not wanting to ruin things even more between the two of you. “Congratulations..” he told you instead.
“Are you mad at me?”
“Sort of.. But I still love you, and I’m going to be there for you.” he said, pulling you into his arms. You smiled a bit, relieved that he didn’t get mad at you. He kissed your forehead, holding you close.