Right before filming the new Avengers you and Chris Evans got engaged. Not many people know about it. Just closest friends and family members. And since The Avenger cast is like a family they knew about it right away. When getting there everyone congratulated the two of you. One of the biggest hugs was given by Hemsworth. When seeing you two waking on set he went crazy. Yelling out happy sounds. Yelling “Make way for the soon to be married couple” he went and gave you a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Evans got a big strong hug, a pat on the back and more.
“You finally did it. You’re almost one of us. If you need any advice on being married come ask me.” Hemsworth said give one last big hug.
“Who am I?” You repeat, stunned, “Honey, I’m your wife, Y/N. You remember me, I should say us, I mean.” You say placing a hand on your stomach,
“I’m married?” Harry asks confused.
“Yes, we got married two years ago. Back in your hometown in the small chapel.” You explain.
“No, no I’m not married.” Harry states. “I’m I’m…” He trails off trying to remember how old he is.
As Harry thinks, trying to remember his age, the doctor walks in, and pulls you aside.
“Hi Mrs. Styles, I am Doctor Carter, I’m a neurologist. Harry has experienced a concussion from the accident because of the force of inertia.” The doctor explains.
“Will, will he be okay?” You ask nervously, picking at your already peeling nail polish.
“He should be fine. It may take a bit for him to remember things, but he should be fine. In order for proper recovery, he should wear sunglasses most of the time, not think too much or too hard, and not look at a computer or phone screen.”
As the doctor explains what you should do when you bring Harry home to make sure he recovers properly, you can’t help but to focus your attention and vision on Harry. You’re husband, who you’ve been married to for two years and dated close to seven years before that didn’t remember you, or you expecting child. But, you try to convince yourself that with proper recovery, he will be back to his old self, and back to your perfect life you both had before.
When you put Harry into the car, you make sure that you take his phone, and put sunglasses on him. After a quick car ride, due to little to no traffic, you set Harry down on the couch, and let him rest for a bit.
“Do you need anything, Harry? A water, a blanket?” Harry doesn’t seem to notice you, or the fact that you brought him home since he slept most of the ride, and is startled at your unexpected presence.
“Who are you? Why do you keep following me?” He yells, standing up, backing away from you.
“Harry, you need to relax. It’s Y/N, your wife. Okay, baby, now I’m going to need you to sit down.”
“I’m not married, and I don’t know who you are. You need to leave me alone.” Harry demands.
“Okay, okay, I’ll leave you alone.” You say calmly.
“Thank you.” Harry breathes out, sitting back down on the couch, and closes his eyes.
You walk towards the door, open and close it, never leaving the house. Harry does not flinch at the door opening or closing, signaling that he is fast asleep.
You decide for the next few weeks, that instead of you taking care of Harry, that a nurse comes, so Harry is not frightened that a random girl the his house taking care of him. For the past few weeks you stayed with a friend, who made sure you were taking care of yourself and the baby in your current situation. After a few weeks, you came back to the house, to find Harry sitting on the cough, writing.
You walk over to the couch, hesitant and ask, “Hi Harry, how are you feeling?”
“I’m feeling good. How are you, Y/N?” And you look at him with a smile as he remembers your name.
“I’m doing well because you are doing well. I’m so happy.’’ You say smiling so big.
“I’m glad you’re here Y/N.” Harry says turning to you. “Since I have been home for a few weeks, and have had no distractions, I have been thinking.”
“But you’re not supposed to be thinking too hard Harry. You’re still recovering.” You say cautiously.
“I know, but I couldn’t help it. Can you promise me something? That you won’t be upset.” Harry asks.
“Of course, Harry. Why would I be upset?” You ask, now feeling nervous, as Harry looks nervous.
“I want a divorce.”
You look at Harry with absolute disbelief.
“A divorce?” You ask, hoping that you heard him wrong.
“Yes.” Harry states.
You look at Harry trying to read his expression, but you can’t tell anything. But, there is no emotion on his face.
“But Harry, we have been married for two years, we are expecting our first child together. What did I do wrong? Is there anything-“ you ask nervously, but Harry cuts you off.
“You did nothing wrong. It’s just, I’m 25, and married. I’m too young to be married, or to have a kid. I have a career that I didn’t think about, that I had put on hold for…”
“For your family.” You say, finishing his statement.
“Y/N, I’m sorry.” Harry apologized trying to reach out for your hand.
“No Harry, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that your wife and daughter are such a burden, and that we are holding you back.” You spit out.
“I will leave.” Harry says getting up. Harry walks into the other room, calling a friend to stay with for the next few days, and grabbing a bag of clothes.
And then you watch him walk out the door. You think it’s just a fight you two had, and that it will pass, and that he will be back. Harry always comes back. He promised you and you’re little girl that he would never leave. But as a few days pass, you hear nothing from Harry.
When you thought you lost all hope, you hear a knock on the front door.
“Come home Harry, come home.” You whisper to yourself as you walk to the door.
But, when you open the door, you see a woman in a black pants suit, hand out an envelope with a face of pity looking down at your now six month pregnant stomach.
You thank her, and close the door. You walk into your kitchen and sit at the table, and open the large envelope, and read.
And realization finally hits you, you are really getting divorced.
He really did forget you.
A/N:Thank you so much for reading!! Do you guys want a part three? There could be two things that happen, Y/N and Harry get back together because he remembers everything again, or something else. Tell me what you guys think!
“Good morning, love” you hear whispered softly in your ear, and you feel a light kiss on your forehead.
When you open your eyes, you see your loving husband of a year, sitting on his side, smiling down at you while brushing the hair out of your face. When he sees that your eyes are opened, he plants a kiss on your lips.
“Sleep well?” He asks, rubbing his thumb against your cheek.
“Mhm, I mean, the best sleep that I can get.” You say rubbing your stomach.
“Our baby girl is getting big.” He says smiling down at your growing stomach, placing his hand on yours.
“I can’t wait to meet her.” He says moving down so that he is right above your stomach. He then lifts your shirt up so that your stomach is exposed.
“We can’t meet you baby. We’re so excited for you to be living in the room we have been setting up for you. Your mommy and I have been working so hard, and we can’t wait for you to be living with us. So, you stay in there and keep growing. We love you.” He says smiling very big, kissing your stomach.
“Harry you have to get ready for the studio.” You say brushing your fingers through his hair, as he places kisses all over your stomach.
Harry is the best husband, best friend, and father to be of your child you could ask for. He loves you and your daughter to be so much. And you can’t wait for your daughter to be born to see her and Harry together.
“Ugh, I know.” Harry groans. “But I don’t want to leave.” He says wrapping his arms around your stomach, rubbing his cheek against your stomach. “Do I have to leave?”
“Well yo udon’t want you to leave, but if you want to finish the album by the date, then you would have to.” You say, lighting scratching his head, and him humming at the lovely feeling.
“Ah, I know.” He says, groaning getting up, and getting ready.
After Harry gets ready, he walks over to say goodbye giving you a kiss, and then gives your stomach a kiss.
“I love you both, I will see you two in a few hours.” Harry says giving you another kiss.
After Harry leaves, you decide to continue to work on the nursery. When you get into the nursery, you smile at the thought of your baby girl living. Walking in to see her sleeping there, playing with her toys, or when she gets older doing her homework. You can’t wait to see who she grows up to become.
Then, your thoughts are disturbed by your phone ringing. You don’t think much of the call, until you hear,
“Is this Mrs. Styles?”
“She is speaking.” You answer confused.
“Hi Mrs. Styles, I am calling from Good Samaritan hospital in Los Angeles. Your husband has been in a car accident.” She explains.
For a moment you freeze, you feel like your entire world has just been ripped from you. You start to freak out, you feel your heartbeat quicken, your palms begin to sweat, but the sound of the nurses voice breaks your from you worrying thoughts,
“Mrs. Styles?” She asks, “Are you still with me?”
“Yes I’m here.” You choke out.
““How is he?” You ask, feeling your heart beating fast.
“He is in stable condition, but still unconscious.” She says.
“I will be right there. And if he wakes up, tell him we’re on our way.” You explain.
After a twenty minute car ride, you find yourself sitting at the side of your husband of two years hospital bed. You are sitting there with one hand rubbing your stomach, and the other holding Harry’s hand rubbing your thumb on his hand.
“We’re going to be alright baby girl.” You whisper to your daughter. “Daddy is just sleeping right now, and when he wakes up, we’ll be home safe and sound.”
After to say this, you feel Harry’s hand move, and you get excited standing up, and rubbing your thumb on his cheek.
“Baby, hey, how are you? How are you feeling?” You whisper to him, looking at him with concern on you face.
A/N: AHHH. Sorry to keep you guys on the hook. But I feel like this needed to be split up into two parts, or else it would be really long. Tell me guys what you think!! Thank you so much for reading! I appreciate every single one of you.