So I was going to do this all in one, but it was kind of long, so I’ll be posting Part 2 soon!
*You meet Harry and have a one night stand. You get pregnant and he doesn’t know, but five months later he sees you and your pregnant belly.
Soft snores came from beside you as you sat up and looked for your shirt. The room was dark making it difficult to see, but you found your button down by the door. You held it up and frowned; over half of the buttons were ripped off. Sighing, you threw it back on the ground and grabbed Harry’s shirt that was next to it, pulling it over your head. Once you had your shorts on, you grabbed your phone and keys and snuck out of the room, breathing a sigh of relief once you made it into the bright hallway.
It only took about fifteen minutes to get to your apartment, but you were exhausted the moment you saw your bed. Falling face first onto your mattress you let sleep come over you.
You pulled a shirt over your head, staring down at your five month pregnant belly peaking out of your shirt. Your belly finally popped two weeks ago and now nothing fit you right. Thankfully, your best friend, Liza, was going to go shopping with you for new clothes. You sat on your couch thinking back to the moment you found out.
Harry had left the next day after their concert and only a couple of weeks later you were sitting on the edge of your bathtub with Liza staring at the multiple pregnancy tests with two lines. At the time, you felt like your world was falling apart. Your apartment wasn’t that big and you were working and going to school full-time. You didn’t have room for a baby in your life and that terrified you. Thankfully, your parents had been very supportive, so at least you didn’t feel alone. As much as you wanted to tell Harry, you didn’t have his number or any way to contact him, and part of you was thankful. You didn’t know if you could handle the stress of all the fans on top of how much your life was changing, so you let it be.
Your phone chimed, bringing your mind back to the present. Liza was outside waiting for you, so you made your way down the stairs and into her car. She liked to listen to One Direction just to annoy you, and that’s exactly what was playing when you opened the door. After the two of you had been driving she spoke.
“So, did you hear that they’re back in town today? They’re going to be here for three days,” she told you, but you already knew that. Though you wouldn’t admit it, stalking Harry had become a way to pass the time when you weren’t working. You also had contemplated buying a ticket, but they were sold out the minute the announced the reunion.
“Yeah? So what?” You shrugged and looked at the store while Liza found a parking spot close to the front. You didn’t want to think about it. Truth is, you were afraid of telling him. You had no idea how he would react. You’d like to imagine he’d be excited and drop everything to help, but you tried to be realistic. He had a career that caused him to be away for months on end, and why would he want to give up One Direction for a baby he didn’t even want.
“So? Are you going to try to find him? He needs to know, Y/N.”
“He doesn’t. He’s a big rockstar, and I don’t need him or his money to take care of my baby,” you denied, while grabbing a cart. The two of you walked towards the maternity section and began picking out clothes. This wasn’t you at all. You liked to wear crop tops and booty shorts, not big stretchy bras and pants with elastic at the top.
“It’s not just your baby though. I could understand when you thought you’d never see him again, but now he’s here. He’s literally somewhere in town. You can’t just ignore it.”
The argument when back in forth for awhile while you finished shopping. Once you were done, Liza waited for you to pay and then the two of you left, deciding to stop somewhere to eat.
You were about halfway through your burger when a bunch of screaming came from outside the store. Dread filled you as you recognized the sound. You turned to face the doorway to see Harry and Liam walking inside the restaurant, waiting for the hostess to seat them. You sunk down in your booth and hoped that they wouldn’t notice you, but as fate would have it, they were seated in the booth in front of you.
Harry hadn’t noticed you yet and you debated running out of the restaurant, but Liza refused because ’she wanted to finish her steak’. She smirked at your disdain as you drank your water to the point nothing left was coming up the straw. The noise caught Harry’s attention and he looked at you. You hoped he wouldn’t recognize you, but of course that wouldn’t happen. He grinned when he saw you and motioned for Liam to look as well.
“Hey! Y/N! It’s so great to see you!” Liam said, speaking across the booth. Liza was still slightly awestruck due to the fact that she had never actually met either of them and that she always had some sort of crush on Liam, but she played it off cooly.
“Hi, I’m Liza,” she greeted, reaching behind her to shake Liam’s hand. He smiled greeted her back as did Harry, before focusing back on you.
“Hey, Y/N. How long has it been?” he asked, as if you hadn’t been running through his mind since the moment he woke up alone.
“Um, I’m not sure. Like five months?” You posed it like a question, like you didn’t have a very obvious way to keep track of the time. You began picking apart your bun, nervous for what might happen. There wasn’t an obvious way around him finding out, and somehow, a public restaurant didn’t seem like the best scene to have this kind of conversation. To top it all off, you had bought a nice loose-fitting dress that would’ve somewhat hid your bump, but it was currently in one of the bags in Liza’s car. You were still in your tight shirt that barely covered your stomach.
“Wow, long time,” he said, smiling at you. The little growing baby in your stomach decided to give a strong little kick and began rolling around. Maybe it was due to your heart racing now that you were near Harry, but either way, it really made you have to pee. It felt like the fates were kicking you while you were down and nothing could go your way.
Seriously. This city was huge and it just so happened that the one guy you wanted to avoid walked into the same restaurant you were at, sat in the booth in front of you, and now your baby had to make a scene. “I have to pee,” you grumbled, standing up and facing the bathroom. You knew Harry’s eyes must’ve been on your rather prominent stomach, but you kept walking. Your face was red and you let out a shaky breath once you made it to the bathroom, leaning back against the wall.
You stared into the mirror and looked at your belly. Your shirt had risen up, again, and the small purple stretch marks were beginning to form at your pants line. After taking a breather, you went to the bathroom and washed your hands, staring at your reflection for a moment before walking out of the bathroom.
Harry was standing right next to the door and cornered you. “Y/N. We need to talk.”
So there it is! Hope you guys like it and I’ll be posting Part 2 soon!
Três meses e eu já não aguentava mais de tanta tontura e enjoos, ainda bem que tenho meu marido comigo. -Você está melhor amor?-Harry se sentou ao meu lado e me entregou uma xícara de chá. -Eu não estou preparada pra isso. -Vai ficar tudo bem (S/N), logo logo esses enjoos vão passar.- perto dele tudo parecia ficar mais fácil. -seu filho está acabando comigo Harry, e olha que ainda nem nasceu.-me fingi de brava. -se prepare pra quando ele crescer, vai ser pegador igual o pai.- se fez de convencido e deu um tapa em seu ombro.-Ai, isso doeu. -foi pra doer mesmo, mas você sabe que pode ser menina né?- ele fez uma cara de bravo. -tenho certeza que será um menino, escreve só pra você ver!
Assim que terminei de jantar senti uma vontade enorme de vomitar, corri para o banheiro e coloquei tudo para fora, Liam veio atrás de mim e segurou meus cabelos.
-Tá tudo bem amor?- ele estava bastante preocupado comigo.
-Estou sim Liam, isso é normal nos primeiros meses.
-Você está pálida (S/N).- ele disse tocando meu rosto.
-Amor eu estou bem, são só sintomas da gravidez.
-Vamos deitar.- ele me levou até a cama.
-Não é pra tanto Liam.- eu ria dele, ele estava me tratando como um bebê.
-É sim, agora que você está carregando um bebê aqui- ele tocou o pequeno volume em minha barriga- vou cuidar de você melhor que nunca.
-Olha que eu me acostumo hem!
Não estou me sentindo muito bem esses dias, e hoje o filho do meu noivo viria passar o dia conosco.
-Oi (S/A)!- Freddie gritou e veio pra pular em meu colo.
-Opa, ela não pode te pegar filho.- Louis alertou o filho assim que ele estava pronto pra pular em mim.
-Por que não?- ele disse fazendo biquinho no colo do pai.
-É que eu estou com seu irmãozinho aqui dentro e não posso pegar peso.- expliquei para ele, que desceu do colo de Louis e veio dar um beijo em minha barriga.
-Oi bebê, vem logo estou te esperando pra te ensinar a jogar futebol.- Louis e Freddie resolveram fazer o jantar, o cheiro da comida estava me incomodando um pouco, de repente me veio a vontade de vomitar, corri para o banheiro, assim que sai encontro uma criaturinha de olhos azuis me encarando.
-Tá tudo bem (S/A)?- ele tinha um olhar preocupado, logo Louis entrou no quarto também.
-Estou meu amor, é normal viu.- tentei acalmar ele.
-Papai a (S/N) tá passando mal e você não faz nada?- ele cruzou os braços e fechou a cara para o pai.
-Vamos cuidar dela então?
-Vamos!- com esses dois cuidando de mim, duvido muito passar mal de novo.
Estávamos no shopping comprando algumas coisas para a festa que teria na casa da mãe do meu marido, esses dias estou meio enjoada, qualquer cheiro me embrulha o estômago.
-Amor, estou com fome!
-Vamos embora então, em casa você come.- não queria ir para a praça de alimentação.
-Poxa amor vamos comer aqui mesmo.- não tive nem chance de protestar e fui puxada para lá.
-Niall, eu não estou bem.- alertei meu marido.
-O que foi?- ele parecia preocupado.
-Esse cheiro, meu estômago não vai aguentar.
-Espera só um minuto amor.- ele disse e eu corri para o banheiro mais próximo, não poderia vomitar na frente de todos. Coloquei tudo que tinha comido mais cego para fora, lavei meu rosto e sai do banheiro, Niall me esperava na porta.
-Você está bem amor?- ele perguntou com uma cara de preocupação.
-Agora sim, mas vamos pra casa.- fiz um bico e ele riu.
-O que eu não faço por você.
Aquele cheiro, as pessoas conversando, tudo contribuía para que eu ficasse pior que já estava, estávamos em um almoço de família que a mãe do meu namorado estava dando.
-(S/N) está tudo bem com você querida?- Trisha se aproximou de mim, analisando minha feição nem tão boa.
-Essa gravidez está me matando.- fiz um pouco de drama e ela riu.
-Logo,logo passa são os primeiros meses.
-Que deus te ouça.- nesse momento Zayn entrou na cozinha.
-O que as mulheres da minha vida estão conversando?- ele me abraçou por trás e depositou um beijo em meu pescoço.
-Sobre o quanto seu filho está me dando trabalho.- ele sorriu e fez carinho em minha barriga.
-Vou conversar com umas primas minhas, fiquem a vontade.- Trisha saiu da cozinha.
– Estou passando mal, Malik.- mais uma vez fiz um pequeno drama.
-Vai passar amor, eu vou cuidar de você, vamos pro meu antigo quarto pra você descansar.
- Eu vou ter que te aguentar manhosa assim por nove meses?
-Vai, agora anda logo, me carrega escravo.- iria tirar proveito da situação.
I’m going to write a few imagines based on some literary quotes!
So, send in your favourite literary quote and I’ll write an imagine on them! HURRY!
”Sometimes, you feel like sinking without ever drowning.You’re just laying there. Still. Holding your breath, and clinching your knees. Waiting, for it all to pass…”
“Coffee? Aria, you want coffee?”
“Have you eaten anything?”
She didn’t reply. It felt as if she didn’t know what was happening. Her sister shook her a couple times. She looked up at her with lost eyes and then, went back to her old position, knees close to her body and her head between them.
“It won’t work out like this, Aria. You have to eat!” Her sister screamed. She was lying on the bed, under her sheets. She hadn’t been up since last night. It was 11 pm today. “Honey, let it go…
A single tear rolled down Aria’s eyes and she turned her back to her.
“He is not coming back, Aria. He is happy. You should be too!” She was finally out of the bed. Had a bath in the morning in which her body numb, her eyes let out water without her having in control. She sat on the kitchen stool, looking at her phone, kept straight in front of her.
What was she waiting for? She didn’t know.
Harry Styles and his fiance, Nora Henshaw out about in London City.
PDA ALERT! Harry Styles and Nora Henshaw make out in the streets. Someone can’t keep their hands of the other!
Harry Styles and Nora Henshaw go apartment hunting around London.
It was on every newspaper in the supermarket. She just wanted a walk outside. Some food to eat. Her sister had left her alone for a little while. Her body still felt numb. It felt like she wasn’t thinking anything. Her mind was blank. And then, she saw the papers. She bought each and every one which had his name.
“ARIA!” Her sister screamed. “HAVE YOU GONE MENTAL!” She knew she shouldn’t leave her alone. She tried to pull Aria away but, she sat straight, not moving watching the papers burn in her hands. She dropped another one on the floor and picked up another one, as her sister rushed to get water. Using her lighter, she lit another one.
“STOP IT!” Aria was pulled away. Her sister made her stand up and shook her but, her eyes kept looking at the burning papers. Then, she quietly walked off and closed the door.
“How do you feel about the engagement?” A reporter screamed as she walked out of her building. She had to go meet the producers today.
“Do you still love him?” “
“How does it feel that he left you?”
“How does it feel that he broke off your engagement and got engaged to someone else in two months?”
She made it to the car and sat inside. Taking a deep breath, she tried not to break down but, she couldn’t control herself. She did break down. The strongest woman, the woman who had been through so much broke down in the car while the paparazzi took their pictures.
It was everywhere. Pictures of her crying. As if her ex-fiance getting engaged to someone else within two months of their breakup wasn’t heartbreaking enough. She had to give him the pleasure of breaking down in public too.
She didn’t know how it happened. It was so sudden. He just came and broke it off.
“I am done with you.” He had said. Done over what? She had asked him to stay with her that day. It was her father’s death anniversary. She didn’t want to be alone. Couldn’t the love of her life let go of one party and stay with her? Was that asking too much?
He left her. Didn’t pick up her calls for a week. Then, sent his friend for the ring. She gave it. She didn’t understand why? Polishing, maybe? He couldn’t leave her. They had been together for three years. She was all he wanted. They had been engaged for three months. Wedding plans were on their way.
He didn’t even call her back. He didn’t even pick up her phone. And then, she found pictures of him kissing another girl and then, they were engaged. It felt like a joke. She felt like a joke.
Aria had just her cousin sister left to call family. She lost her family in a plane crash two years ago. Will she be missed? I think her sister would survive. The one she loved had another one to love. She had no job. She had been fired.
She thought again, would she be missed?
“Hey, Aria! What’s up?” She heard her friend scream on the other side of the phone. She was stuck on the main road. Her car had broken down and had no one else to contact.
“I’m stuck, Chelsey. In the snow, could you come get me?” She asked. She didn’t have any hope. She had lost all her friends with the breakup, too. She didn’t know how? She just lost contact.
“Where are you?” She asked. Aria gave her the address. “Sending someone to get you, darling!” And, the phone got cut.
It had been three hours. She was freezing and, finally gave up and sat inside the car. She cuddled up in her seat and closed her eyes. What had her life turned into?
It was 1 am. She heard a knock on her window. She was still freezing.
“Aria!” She knew that voice too well, “Babe, wake up?” His warm hand shook her. “Baby, someone will be late for work…” She felt warm kisses on her cheek and then, felt his head cuddle into her, pulling her close. Warmth filled her as she was wrapped around in his arms. She opened her eyes to bright daylight coming from the window. He was still cuddled around her, and her arms were around his shoulders.
Her eyes widened at the big diamond sitting on her ring finger. She felt kisses all over chest. “Wake up baby,” Harry picked his head up and kissed her nose. She looked at him with lost eyes. “Were you having a bad dream? I heard you crying?”
She nodded and cuddled into his chest, holding him close and taking in his scent. “It’s alright, baby. It was just a nightmare. I’m here now.”
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