Come Home Harry, Come Home Part 3 (Harry Styles Imagine)
Summary: “Y/N is 5 months pregnant, and Harry gets into a car accident. The car accident affected Harry severely with a loss of memory.”
Warnings: divorce, delivery problems
A/N: I am so sorry for the long wait, it’s been a bad week. Thank you for sending in ideas and voting on your favorites! I hope you enjoy.
Come Home, Harry, Come Home (Part 3)
“You’re agreeing to the divorce?” Gemma asks, as she visited you after hearing the news.
“Yes, he doesn’t remember anything. And I agree with him, it’s not fair to him, if he really doesn’t remember, that he would live a life with a woman he doesn’t know, and a baby that he would think is his.” You explain playing around with your wedding ring.
“I should really take this off.” You say, taking off your ring, “Can you give it back to him? I don’t think I can see him.” You say, handing it to her, not looking at her.
“I can’t take that ring. I don’t believe that you should agree to the divorce. He loves you, he’s just out of it right now. He will remember, you have to fight for this Y/N.” Gemma says.
“But I can’t.” You say defeated. “He said my worst fear. That I am holding him back. I have felt that way the entire time we have been together. I’m not famous, I am the girl from back home, and he gave up what could have been his party days, where he could have been dating any girls, and touring everywhere, to marry me, and start a family at 23.”
Gemma breathes out, and seems to think of what to say next.
“You’ve known my brother for a few years now, but I have known him for his entire life. The fame life does not faze him. The partying, the hooking up, that’s not satisfying to him. He always wanted to be married and have a family. When he met you, I had never seen him so happy, it was like when he would get off stage from performing in front of an awesome crowd. He told everyone about you, he wanted all of us to like you. And whenever we would joke about marriage, he was always serious about saying you would be the one he was going to marry. Y/N, I am begging you, you can’t just give up. Because one day he is going to wake up and remember everything, and you won’t be there. And he will feel like he ruined everything. It will kill him.’” Gemma says, almost begging.
You feel tears in your eyes, but you shake your head, “I’m sorry Gemma, I can’t. I have to go, I need to get prepared for our meeting tomorrow.” You say getting up, not looking at Gemma, because if you do, you will cry.
“I’m sorry.” You say softly again, before walking out.
After you drive home, you are lying in bed rubbing your nine month size stomach.
“Hi baby girl.” You say rubbing your stomach. “I’m sorry that I have been crying a lot, and that I have been stressed, I’m sorry, but mommy is going through a lot, but I promise you, after tomorrow we are going to have a new life tomorrow. And we are going to be okay, just you and me.” You say feeling tears fall down your face.
“We’re going to be okay, love. We’re going to be okay.” You say rubbing your stomach. “I can’t wait to see you, and hug you and kiss you. I will see you soon. Good night love.”
After about two hours of sleep, you wake up to a very uncomfortable feeling.
“What’s going on baby?” You ask, rubbing your stomach, and then you get the feeling again. And then, you feel liquid go down your thighs.
“Oh, you’re coming. Oh my God you’re coming.” You say pushing yourself up, off the bed.
You grab your phone from off your nightstand, and dial the Gemma’s number.
“Answer Gemma, answer.” You beg, breathing out at another contraction.
After a few more rings, she answers.
“Y/N?” you hear Gemma say very tiredly.
“Gemma” you breathe out.
“Y/N? Oh my God are you okay?” She asks worried, hearing your heavy breathing.
“The baby.” You breathe out. “She’s coming.”
“I will be right over. You hang in tight alright. Just breathe, and count the time between the contractions.” She says.
“I will, just come quick.” You say trying to control your breathing.
Within fifteen minutes, Gemma is there, helping you, get up, and grabbing the hospital bag.
After she gets you in the car, she tells you, “I called Harry, he is coming. I’m sorry if you didn’t want me to, but he is the father, and even if you said that you didn’t want him there, I know you would want him there.”
“No, it’s okay. That’s-“ You breathe out, “it’s good. He should be there, it’s the birth of his daughter.”
“Alright sister, we’re here. You ready?” She says, unbuckling her seat belt, and reaching over to unbuckle you.
“Yes, let’s do this.”
When you both get into hospital, you see Harry sitting in one of the waiting rooms, and when he sees you, he immediately gets up, and wraps one of your arms around him, helping you walk.
“I got you a room.” He says.
“Thank you.” You say, not looking at him, knowing it is too hard.
As you get into the room, Harry helps you lay down, and immediately nurses, and a doctor comes in.
“Hello Mr. and Mrs. Styles” the doctor says, “I am Doctor Carlino, and I will be delivering your daughter today.” She says smiling.
“How far in between each contraction?” She asks one of the nurses.
“6 minutes”, says the nurse, and she starts preparing you for your epidermal shot.
“Put your legs up” the doctor says, which you do.
“You are close to full dilation. Just a few more inches, you’ll be ready, just hang in there sweetheart.” She says, holding your hand. “First time parents?” She asks, looking between you and Harry.
“Yes.” You say, before Harry could answer.
“You two are a beautiful couple, your daughter is going to be very lucky.”
“Thank you” Harry says politely.
After about two hours, Doctor Carlino comes, in and checks you again, “you are at full dilation.”
“Now, I am going to need you to start pushing.”
As soon and your start pushing, you begin to feel weak.
“Doct-“ you try to say, “doct” you try again.
“Y/N? Y/N?” Doctor Carlino asks, looking up.
“Grab the oxygen tank.” She orders to the nurses.
“What is happening?” Harry asks concerned.
“Your wife is preeclampsia.” She says.
“What, what does that mean?” He asks.
“It means that we need to deliver this baby now.”
“What if we-“
“Mr. Styles, it is my job as a doctor to do the best that I can do. I need you to let us do our job. I am going to make sure you go home with both your baby and your wife. We need to deliver your daughter, to prevent injuries to your wife. But Mr. Styles, I need to know right now, if it comes down to it, who do you choose, you wife or your daughter?”
It is in that moment, where Harry looks at you, and everything comes back. He remembers seeing you when he came back home to visit the bakery and seeing that you took his job. He remembers your first date where you made the first move and kissed him that night. He remembers your first Christmas together, buying the apartment together, him proposing to you, and all of your friends and family running in afterwards to congratulate you both. He remembers you walking down the aisle at your wedding, and feeling the wind knocked out of him of how gorgeous you looked. He recalls the day he came home, to having you run up and jump on him to tell him you’re pregnant. He remembers waking up that morning before the car accident, and rubbing your stomach and speaking to your daughter. Then it comes back to him what you said to him when he was asleep.
“The baby.” You answer before he can. “You save the baby.” You say looking at him.
“You do everything in your power to make sure our baby girl gets out safe, don’t worry about me, and just make sure our daughter is born.” You say to the doctor.
“Love” Harry tries to say.
“Harry, I am a fighter. Don’t worry about me. I can do this.” You say looking at him, then grabbing your stomach in pain.
“Mr. Styles, you need to leave.” One of the nurses says.
“But-“ He says looking up, trying to see you, but suddenly he can’t, as he just sees the back of nurses and doctors.
“Mr. Styles, you need to trust us, that we will do our job.” The nurse says.
“Please, just please have me bring home my daughter and my wife.” Harry says feeling tears fill his eyes, “please.”
And then Gemma comes, up and grabs Harry, and hugs him while he cries.
They both don’t say anything, but Gemma just holds him, rubbing his back.
“Gemma” He says looking down at his sister. “I, I messed it up.” He says. “I wanted to divorce the love of my life, the mother of my child. And I can’t even apologize to her, or tell her I love right now. Or I might not ever, I- I” Harry says breathing heavily, with tears streaming down his face.
“Harry, right now, you need breathe. You know Y/N, she is a fighter. And she will make it through this. You need to believe in her.”
After an agonizing hour and a half, the doctor finally comes out.
Harry immediately stands up, and rushes to her. “How is she? My daughter, my wife? How are they?”
“Your daughter is like your wife, a fighter.”
“They are okay?” He asks.
“Yes, you can go in and seem them. Congratulations.” She says, grabbing his shoulder.
Harry does not hesitate, and walk into the room. When he walks in, he feels all the air leave his lungs. He sees you, with no makeup, and your hair sticking to the side of your face due to the sweat, and in that moment, you look as gorgeous when you walked down the aisle. And then he looks at your daughter in your arms, and he feels tears stream down his face.
“And look love, Daddy’s here. Daddy’s here to see you.” You say to your daughter looking at him.
Harry walks over, and looks at your daughter.
“Can, can I hold her?” He asks you.
“Yes.” You say, carefully placing your daughter in Harry’s arms.
“Hi baby.” He says looking down at her. “It’s your daddy. You are so beautiful, you definitely got your beauty from your mom.” He says looking over at you.
“I wasn’t here for a little while, and I’m sorry. But your mommy did a very good job taking care of you and keeping you safe. She’s great isn’t she? We’re both very lucky. But, I am here now, and I am not going to be leaving you or mommy if I can help it. Okay?”
Then a nurse comes over, to grab your daughter to clean her off, and put her down to sleep.
Harry walks over to you and grabs your hand, “You kept the ring. You still wear it.”
“Yes, I tried to give it to Gemma, but she wouldn’t take it. She kept telling me to fight for us.”
“Were you going to fight for us?” He asks, playing with the ring on your finger.
“I wasn’t going to fight the divorce.” You say. “If you wanted it, I would agree with it. I just want you to be happy.”
“I don’t want the divorce.” He says.
“What?” You ask confused, looking up at him.
“I remember everything. I can’t have you leave me. I need you, I need the both of you. Please.” Harry begs.
“I am not going anywhere. Neither of us. We are staying right here.” You say grabbing his hand. “I promise.” You say grabbing his hand and kissing it.
A/N: THAT WAS AN EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER AND I AM SORRY AND I’M ALSO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT. I love you all, and I hope you enjoyed it! Tell me what you think!