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No babies, please ||H.S. PART 2

Part 1

SUM: Let’s just imagine that Harry doesn’t want kids in his life (even when we all know he loves kids) and you get pregnant. DIVORCE

The minutes turned to hours and Harry couldn’t sleep, your arms still wrapped around him, your head still in his chest, and he was beyond scared. It must be something so bad for you to be like that. He never stopped playing with your hair, looking at you, studying your face, even when he had every detail in his memory, every little part of your face, your hair, you made him feel so he. The fame, all the money, the craziness in his live didn’t matter when he was with you, he could be himself, you were his safe place, his home, he felt so complete with you, he didn’t need anything else, he was at the peak of his career, his love life so great, everything was so good, or that’s what he thought until he came home to his better-half, broken.

The sun started to rise and you shifted, eyes slowly opening up, stretching. A smile appeared on his face as you smiled back at him, but soon it disappeared as yours did, tensing again. He had his arm wrapped around your torso, his hand on your belly, your heart skipped a beat. You broke the hug, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“We need to talk, Harry.”

He nodded, gulping.

“Harry, I.. we…” you wanted things to run smoothly, you were trying to remain calm however, your heart rate was so high you could feel your pulse in your ears, you wanted to keep it a secret, even just for a little longer, but he had every right to know.

“What is it, petal? You are scaring me.” 

“I am pregnant, Harry” You said, kind of fast. Harry´s blood went cold. Had he heard you right?

“What?”

“We… I am pregnant, I am having your baby.” You said, hand protectively over your lower abdomen, nerves on the roof top, it was the first time you said it out loud. Eyes filling with tears as you repeated in your head, you were pregnant. You tried to read his expression, at first he was so neutral, then his face fell, and your heart did too. You wanted him to say something, anything.

There was a frown in his forehead, eyes wide open looking everywhere but you, a million things running through his mind, he always kind of knew you wanted kids, but you never really said it. Well... He didn’t, he felt as if fatherhood was never born in him, he didn’t hate kids, he just didn’t like the thought of being the one taking care of them. You knew he didn’t want kids, ever. But the damage was done. In what felt like a lifetime of silence, you saw how his expression went from neutral, to worried, to angry and ended in sad. And you got it, he didn’t need to say a word, you had read every expression on his face. You knew it, you knew Harry too well, he was finding the words you didn’t want to hear.

“I know, I know this is not what you wanted, that a baby is not in your plans, it wasn’t in my plans either, but I am keeping the baby, so I am giving you the divorce if that’s what you want, Harry, I love you, but I am not giving up this baby.” A sigh interrupted your sentence. He finally looked at your eyes “I already heard the heartbeat, you know? The baby is healthy, our.. my little tiny human is healthy.” a sob left your lips as tears started to fall down your face and Harry’s cheeks. He didn’t want you to leave, but a baby? He didn’t want a baby. He was still too stunned to speak. “I just need one more thing from you, Harry, the complete custody.”

It was all happening way too fast for him. He was losing the love of his life and a baby he didn’t want in less than a minute. He just nodded, not trusting his voice. And with that, you grabbed your bag, the one you had ready in the closet and left him, with a sour feeling in his mouth, silent tears sending chills down his spine.

The next Monday his lawyer had received the papers, the custody papers, he didn’t know a baby that wasn’t even born could be in someone’s custody. He signed them and sent them out. It wasn’t as easy as it sounded, he looked at the papers for hours. Was he really giving up on you? Giving up on his new kind-of unwanted- little family? His insides felt somehow darker, his heart feeling hopeless, alone. The house did seem too big for just two people, let alone for just him.

The week after that he started to wonder how were you doing, this is the longest he has been without hearing from you in years, and now you were pregnant, more delicate, more vulnerable. And he started to wonder how you were feeling. Were you having morning sickness? Had you been having any carvings? Could you sleep well? Because he certainly couldn’t, it had been two days since he slept at all. As his wallpaper, there was a picture of you and Harry in Greece, he felt his heart beating faster again. Oh, the love he felt for you.

Another two weeks went by, he had sent you a couple of messages that you answered nicely.

“Hey, I was just wondering how are you doing?” he had sent, after hours of looking at his phone.

“I am fine, thanks.” It was all you replied. It hadn’t surprised you that much, Harry had always been so caring.

Then another call from his lawyer, the divorce papers were ready. You two only needed to set up a day to meet up, sign them, at it would be all over.

But Harry didn’t want it to be over. As the days passed he was missing you more and more. He had his lifetime planed with you, every single thing, he had pictured you growing old with him, he watching your hair turn grey one by one. And after so many wondering, his picture slowly started to change, he started to add a little bundle of joy running around, the thought alone scaring him. And he went on, discovering what he feared the most, not being good enough, not being the father that a baby could need.

He ignored the calls of his lawyer, he even ignored your calls for another two weeks, he even ignored his bell ringing. He was figuring out a solution, he wanted to be with you, and even from afar, slowly but strongly, love for that unborn baby started to grow inside of him.

Then it hit him like a pile of bricks. He was being the worst father ever. He was not being there. It was the most awful thing a parent could do, the baby wasn’t even born yet he was not there, he was letting you go, he had legally giving up on his very own child. Of a mini him, or a mini you. He felt his spine shiver at the thought of a mini you, a little girl with your hair and your eyes, maybe his smile, but definitely your nose, calling him papa, making him the most overprotective dad to ever exist. Or a mini him, a little boy, jealous of him when he kissed you, maybe his hair but your eyes and smile.

You said you had heard the baby’s heartbeat, that it seemed fine. He had missed that, by now he had already missed so much. How far along were you?

He turned on his phone, a bunch of messages lighting up the poor device. He called you first, but you didn’t answer.

Please, don’t let me be too late.

Then he called his lawyer, he wanted to set a date so he could see you and fix everything. He still wanted to grow old with you, and now wanted to see his baby grow, taking him or her to school, watching them fall in love, make their own life.

“Mr. Styles, good morning”

“Alfred, I need to set up the date, I need to see her.”

“Mr. I am afraid she signed them already last week, since you didn’t answer, you had fifteen days to show up, since she had to travel, the judge said fifteen days, a letter was sent to you.” Harry felt his little hope down in his feet.

“Travel? Where?”

“I don’t know, Mr. Styles, but you can come and sign them now so you can be officially divorced.”

Harry hung up. He didn’t want to hear anything about it. He went through your e-mail in his computer, a little intense, yes, but this needed extreme measures.

“Flight to Canada” it read. He remembered how much you and your parents loved Canada, the culture, the city, everything there amazed you. Then he searched the company you worked in, they had an office there as well. Of course you had to go there, basically half of your family was there, your best friend too. He bought the first flight to Canada, he had been there before, he knew some places. Then he saw that you had paid for a department in a nice part of the city, something that calmed him.

The flight to Canada was the longest one he has ever taken, his already worn out body felt worst. He looked miserable. But you weren’t divorced yet, he hadn’t signed. Now he just had to win you back. He wanted it all with you. All.

As the plane landed, he received another notification from your credit card. It was a payment for an appointment, then another e-mail of a clinic, you had an appointment in two hours, not too far from where he was. He took a cab and waited on the maternity floor. There were like three pregnant women, all of them caressing theirs bumps, husbands next to them. How many times had you done this without him?

Harry hadn’t seen you in a month and six days. You weren’t showing when you left, but he couldn’t help but wonder if you were showing now. One woman came out and other one entered. Then from another room a pregnant woman left and another got in. There was just one couple left in the waiting room and him.

Please, don’t let her be too mad.

You arrived just in time for your name to be called. And Harry’s jaw visibly fell, all the air out of his lungs. He had heard about how pregnant women could look so radiant, a special glow, but you were beyond radiant, after seeing you after so long, a little bump lifting slightly your floral dress, hair falling down so nicely, it was like if Harry was born again. He never thought you could get any more beautiful, it was impossible for him, but there you were, carrying his child. You didn’t even notice him as you practically ran to the doctor’s office. Harry stood up, following you, smiling at the nurse that had recognized him. You still unaware of his presence.

Your doctor back home had been so nice to recommend you one of her friends in Canada, someone who spoke English as well because your french was not that good.

“Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Styles!” The doctor said cheerfully. You looked at her quizzically.

“Thank you, doctor” Harry said, looking at you, expecting you to kick him out, but you didn’t. You looked at him ever so slightly, wondering what was he doing there. You were trying your best not to get your hopes up, but it definitely lifted your mood. You two sat down, never talking, never touching, even when all you wanted to do was hug him. Harry wanted to be careful, he didn’t want to cause you any further discomfort. But you wanted him to talk to you, to sooth you, you wanted him to grab your hand and tell you everything was going to be ok, you were so nervous. This was your 12th week ultrasound, it was an important one, you could see if the baby had developed well, at least the most important things. Your first trimester was now over, and from now on, the baby would be growing so fast, he or she could hear, so you put Harry’s songs so the baby could also recognize their papa. Sweet Creature was your favorite, It brought tears to your eyes, you wanted the baby to feel Harry, even when he was not there, also you wanted to feel him as well. Now he was there.

“So, we have hit the twelve-week mark, did you felt any morning sickness in your first trimester?”

You nodded. “I felt worn-out constantly, but with some vitamins and exercise it got better, some dizziness but nothing too bad, and nauseous, especially when it comes to spicy food, can’t stand it.”

Harry felt worst even, why the hell wasn’t he with you when you needed him.

“Has it gotten any better?”

“Yes, I have been feeling better this past week.”

“Nice, apart from that, any cramps, any bleed?” Harry’s heart raced up at the question. What kind of question was that.

“No, no at all.”

“Ok, seems like it is time for us to see the little one, are we ready?” the two of you nodded.

Harry sworn he could have peed himself right there, he had never felt so nervous in his life. You stood up before he could help you and followed the doctor, you laid down in the little stretcher, a little blanket was given to you to cover your lower part and you lifted the dress over your baby bump. Harry’s heart skipped a beat, our baby is in there. It was all too odd for him, to see the love of his life, pregnant.

“You can sit next to her, dad, hold her hand.” The doctor said to a clueless Harry that was standing awkwardly. 

He quickly did as ordered. Your cold hand in his cold hand, both of you so nervous. Harry felt a smile creep in his face, Dad, he was a dad. 

“Now, mom, you are going to feel some coldness, but that is the gel, it is normal, you can breathe in.” You did as you were told, you had done this before, you couldn’t understand why you felt so nervous, was it because Harry was there? You couldn’t help but notice how he was drawing patterns in your hand, his other hand playing with your hair as the baby appeared in the monitor.

“There it is, let’s hear the heartbeat, shall we?” the two of you nodded.

Then seconds later the sound echoed through the room, the fast yet steady heartbeat. You could see the baby moving in the monitor, and un-doubtfully, the movements you had felt since days prior were not air inside your gut, it was the baby moving. Tears threatening to fall down, you felt completely happy, happier than you have ever felt. You turned to look at Harry, who had stopped playing with your hair to cover his mouth, tears falling freely down his eyes, a smile hiding below that hand, you knew it because his smiled was reflected in his eyes, his hand shaking so slightly. And you wondered if this was real, if Harry was really there, being happy about the baby, or if it was just a dream.  

The appointment was soon over, the doctor gave you a CD copy with your baby moving, some pictures and sent you with some other important vitamins and a new nice diet. The two of you silently walked out of the hospital, then to a taxi, both of you getting in. No words were told until you reached your apartment. He couldn’t drift his eyes from you, and how you caressed your baby bump. You would expect the air to be tense and hostile, but it wasn’t. You were just enjoying each other’s company, happy that the baby was ok. Then you reached the door and left it opened.

Your apartment was warm and cosy, it wasn’t too big, but it was comfortable. You went to the kitchen and picked up a green apple, and then turned to face him.

“What are you doing here, Harry?”

He was caught by surprise, it took him a couple of seconds to gather himself up, to collect his ideas.  

“I came here to apologize, apologize for not being there, for not fighting for you. Sure, I didn’t want a baby, I really didn’t, until you left, until I let you go and signed the custody papers. I love you, petal, I love you so much it hurts, and letting you go has been the hardest thing I have ever done. I can’t do this without you. And now, I... the baby.. our baby.. I have.. I love this baby…” he got closer, stretching his hand but not daring to touch you or the baby bump, scared of your reaction as you looked so hurt. “I love our baby, I love him or her, and I want to be there, I want to be with you, watch them grow, taking them to the park, to the kinder garden, take care of them as much as I want to take care of you. I want a lifetime with you and our kid, I want us together, please… I will do anything you want me to, just please, take me back, let me be here, let me be part of your life, and our baby’s life.”

You didn’t say anything as you got closer until your bump was the only thing between you two, until you could brush your lips against his, the lump in his throat making almost impossible for him to breath. 

“Promise you won’t let us go, or leave us.” 

“I promise” he said, and he meant it.

“Of course I take you back, I know for sure you will be the best dad ever.” You meant it, Harry had such a big heart, he was such a good man, you knew he would be a better dad, he was there after all. You closed the distance that was left, your lips crushing and taking each as much as they could from each other, separating just for air.

“I love you, kitten.”

“I love you, Harry.”

“And of course, we both love you little baby.” Harry said, lowering to put his lips in your baby bump, sporting the biggest smile you have ever seen on him. And you were finally completely happy.

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i love how much harry seems to love having long hair

the way way he talked about cutting it for dunkirk, it was about the film and also signifying a new start. but he never stopped loving it. and it looks like now he’s growing it out again and i’m just

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Cheating PART TWO|| H.S.

Anonymous asked: Hi I just read cheating and I'm crying like an idiot as I did in the first part... I wanted to ask you if you are planning on writing what happens after that. Oh and the one where he thinks she is dead got me really fucked up man. I was crying on that too, so yea it seems that you make me cry a lot. 🙃

I AM SOOO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG, and I am sorry if it is not THAT good, I am not the best when it comes to second parts :c PART 1 HIS P.O.V http://blackmilkshake.tumblr.com/post/156212433502/cheating-harry-styles-imagine

PART 1 YOUR P.O.V. http://blackmilkshake.tumblr.com/post/160309659417/cheating-hs-your-pov

Catch up: You had caught Harry, your fiancé, cheating on you with another woman in your very own bed and you could accept that so you left him even when it broke you too. He looked for you but it was like you had disappeared and no one let him know where you were.  

He was more than scared when he could not find you. You were not at work, not in your house, your car was there but you were not. None of your common friends knew about you, nor your co-workers. It was like you had just disappeared.

He was a mess. And it broke him to be far from you. But when the coordinator of the wedding called him for your first meeting to pick the place of the weeding just a week after, he lost it. He broke everything one the kitchen, tears rolling down his cheeks as an unhuman growl left his mouth. He was in physical pain, his whole body ached. His mom, sister and bestfriend had come to visit him, but he only ignored all of them and their constant knocking.

He felt dirty, like a complete failure. He had one job, to take care of you, and he failed. He just stood there, for days, barely drinking water, his head spinning every time he stood up, out of the lack of food. He checked your social media, no Instagram, no Facebook, and the number he dialled was changed.

During the third week, his mom had to make someone break his front door, he was in the hospital for three days, out of dehydration, and pre-undernourishment. They had to give him pills to sleep and for anxiety. Your parents had to come and visit him and tell him that you were ok, just don’t tell him where. It was good to know you were doing fine. You father was furious at Harry, but felt sorry for him when he saw how Harry was copping.

Your mom, on the other side, loved Harry as her very own child, she saw good in Harry even when he was not so faithful.

“What you did was horrible, and it broke her, I am not gonna lie, but killing yourself will not get her anywhere closer to you, if you love her, go for her, fight for her, and don´t give up so soon. I am mad at you, but son, seeing you like this is not right.” She told him, kissed his temple and went away.

Anne, his mom, had to bring him to her house, take care of him, tried to make Harry eat at least a little. She couldn’t scold him after what he did, he was doing a good job punishing himself. He was at her house for a month. He was getting a little better, at least pretending that his other half was not with him.

He was back at his house at the end of the second month, his mom had fixed everything and even changed the mattress. He felt a little better, but still incomplete. He cried every now and then. He never thought he would be the kind of man that cried over a woman, but you were not just any woman, you were his other half, his heart and soul. One day he just opened his laptop and found an e-mail of your credit card. You had your credit card linked to his e-mail since you forgot your password. And there it was, the plane ticket.

He took the first flight to Germany, your destination. He didn’t really know where you were but there were e-mails of the same Starbucks every day at eight a.m. He felt like Sherlock Holmes, and was so proud of himself. All the way to Germany he has practiced what to tell you. During landing he almost had a panic attack, he was going to see you again.

It was six p.m. so he had to book a hotel room, he wore a cap and glasses and luckily, no one noticed him. He was shaking, his nerves taking the best of him. That night he did not sleep at all. He cried some more at the thought of rejection. But he was doing something rather than killing himself slowly. It was five a.m. when he stood up from bed. He drank a glass of water because his mouth was dry, his hands shaky. He was so excited to see you.

He went for a quick shower, and a simple outfit. He took a glance of himself at the mirror. He didn’t look like he did when he was with you, but better than what he looked like a couple weeks ago.

He had hope.

At seven a.m. he was at the Starbucks, he went to the last table and wearing his cap and “reading” the newspaper he waited for you. His whole body was full of adrenaline. Feet cold, hands quivering, he was a mess.

At eight o´clock you appeared, just not alone.

He saw you crossing the street and a tall guy open the door for you. You had your arm around his, and laughed at something he said. His heart skipped a beat at your laugh but at the same time sunk deeper in his guts as he saw you with somebody else.

No.

It couldn’t be. He felt his tears in his eyes, he bites his lip so hard that he could taste the blood, the cover himself with the newspaper, there was no way he was talking to you, you seemed happy, he wanted you happy, even if it costed his own happiness.

You excused yourself to the restroom, the weather was so cold you could barely feel your fingers and on your way there you dropped your phone and cursed, it fell in the middle of someone´s shoes. His shoes. He was quick to pick it up and hand it to you. “Thank you! I can be really silly sometimes.”

Through the pain he let a little smile make its way to his lips, a genuine smile, you were always clumsy. “Nothing to worry about.” And it hit you. That voice, those rings, and the fact that he answered to you in English before you could correct yourself and apologize in German.  It was him. Under the cap and hoarse, broken voice, you could see it was him.

You stood froze, you just couldn’t react. Leaving him was the hardest thing you had done, but you were not sure you could stay away from him again. You missed him every day, and it bothered you that after almost three months he still had this effect on you, you hated that you wanted that man to feel happier, cause it seemed like he had stolen your light.

You were mad at him. Mad that you wanted him to talk your way back to him. After all, he was there. Your legs felt weak and you had to take a sit in front of him.

Your cousin watched the scene from afar and took a seat in another table, just so he could know whether you were talking to Harry, or if he just had to punch him.

Harry was surprised when he saw you take a seat, and it made him fall a little deeper in his darkness. You had dark shades under your eyes, you seemed just dull, not shiny as you usually were, more pale even.

But when you looked at him, it was like breathing felt good again, but a second after it, you saw him better. You thought you looked bad, he looked worst. His eyes were reddish and watery, the bags under his eyes making him look almost sick, his usually red-pink lips were almost purple, his cheekbones were way more prominent and his hair looked lifeless. It was almost as he had aged in three months. And somehow, as horrible as it sounded you felt kind of a little relieved that he looked worse than you did, because it meant that he somehow cared. That you were not the only one grieving.

The tension was almost tangible.

“What are you doing here?” you spoke, sounding harsher than intended. He flinched.

“I came here to apologize, doll, I know what I did has no excuse, I am a jerk, I don’t deserve you at all, I never did. But I can´t live with myself, I can´t sleep. I only think about you. I… crap, I had practiced what to tell you, but having you here, it just knocks the air put of me. I understand if you have moved on, if you don’t want anything to do with me, just… please, forgive me, let me be someone in your life, a friend even, don’t push me away, you are my light, I love you with every living cell in my body and I will be content with the very little space you give me in your life.” He was trying not to cry, but the sobs uncovered him.

You looked down to your hands, deep in thought. At some point you thought that you had overreacted, there were so many people that couldn’t be together for so many stronger reasons, and the fact that he looked you for, came all the way to where you were gave you a little hope.

Maybe it was the right thing to do. Give it a second chance.

“You deceived me, you betrayed me, broke every single piece of trust I had in us. The money you have, the fame you possess, it doesn’t give you the right to do this to me.”

“I know” he whispered, breathless. This was it, the I-don´t-ever-wanna-see-you-again speech.

“But, I still somehow want you near me, even when I hate myself for it.”

He looked up in hope and stared deep in your eyes.

“We can take it slow from here, build our trust again. It won’t be an easy path, but I am willing to take it.” You told him, and this time he let happy tears roll down his cheeks. A little hope shinning from the inside.

“But if you do something like that ever again, it will be the last time you hear from me, I will personally make sure of that, okay?” He nodded violently, his own thoughts incapable of making a whole sentence. Only whispering a bunch of thank you´s as the basically threw himself at you, hugging you tightly, his nose on the top of your hair, breathing into it like it was oxygen, his arms around your waist, his lips kissing your head ever so carefully yet desperate.

You broke the hug and looked at his lips. Those lips. And he did too, just didn’t wanted to push it. The looked at your eyes, and then your lips several times, and you nodded, giving him the permission.And that was it. It was like the missing piece of the puzzle was found.  

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