Hey guys! So, after months of not writing, I have decided to finally start writing again. I have a few ideas but would, of course, love some of your amazing requests! I have also been thinking about writing about people other than footballers, for example, singers or actors who in which I feel could be amazing for the stories if that is something you guys would be interested in.
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Your girl’s back from Prague and has a new imagine for you!!
This was my first ever request for Harry Styles and I’m extremely sorry, that it took so long, but I hope everyone enjoys it! :) I love Harry and you can’t imagine how bumped I was when I found out that he was not going to have a concert in Vienna :(
A massive ‘Thank you’ to @fangirlxslut for this lovely and fluffy ask per DM - I hope I didn’t let you down! :)
I have a lot of requests in my inbox at the moment, so I’m going to try to post more today and tomorrow, so I can keep up again and you won’t have to wait so long for your imagines :)
Request: Actually scratch that, just a plain Harry imagine😍um, one where she’s pregnant with twins and goes into labor unexpectedly and just cute baby fluff and harry fluff
Warning: Harry with babies is always a warning because he’s too cute
Pairing: Harry Styles x Female!Reader
Word Count: 3,673 words
By the way, this is like extremely long, I really hope you don’t mind :) please let me know - it is now my longest imagine!!!
Twins
Seven months ago, you got the official statement from your gynecologist
“Congratulations, in eight months you’ll be holding two babies in your arms!”
It scarred you. Harry and you have been married for half a year at that point and you had talked about having kids, of course, but to be expecting TWO so soon, had never been the plan. But your boyfriend being the most loving man you know, assured and comforted you with everything possible and made all your worries fly away.
Six months into your pregnancy, you really started getting worried about your body and weight. Self-consciousness overcame you and the feeling of being pretty and beautiful, like Harry, always told you, you were, was gone and got replaced with hating yourself and wanting to get rid of the growing belly. But your husband did not let you live that way. It was the start of more surprises than ever and spoiling you in all kinds of way – with love, kisses, presents, et cetera.
It all led up to that point.
You were laying in bed, just got up and saw the morning sun shining onto your king-sized bed. Harry was no longer next to you, but at the BBC’s Radio One Breakfast show, doing an interview with one of his best friends, the one and only Nick Grimshaw and future godfather to one of the twins, but he had no idea, yet. Harry actually didn’t want to do the interview that day, due to you being in your eighth month and he wanted to be able to help you 24/7, but you got him to do.
--- Three Weeks Before ---
Your husband was in the shower when his phone started ringing, while you were sitting in the living room, reading a new book you had bought two days before. The thought of just letting it ring, crossed your mind, but you decided against it and got up to grab it from the dining table, where he left it. When you reached it, the name ‘Nick’ and a picture of the Breakfast Show host’s, with a goofy look on his face, appeared on the display. You smiled before accepting the call
“Hello, Nick”, you greeted.
“Oh, (Y/N), hey love, I didn’t expect you to pick up. Where’s your husband at again?”, he asked very kindly with his accent.
He never failed to make you smile “He’s under the shower, anything I can deliver?”, “Well, you for sure as heck will be delivering two babies very soon”, he laughed ,”but could you please ask Harry, if he would like to hop over for an interview on Monday in three weeks?”
You knew Harry would say no, due to the state you were in, so you decided to take it into your own hands “Oh, I’m sure he’ll do it. He’s always happy to come over.”
Nick wasn’t to sure about your answer “Are you sure? Doesn’t he have anything else to do?”, “No, his schedule is completely free.”
To hear that made the man on the other end of the phone call very happy “Well then, thanks, babes. Don’t forget to tall him though and stay safe”, he had always cared a lot for you – you literally were like brother and sister, due to the both of you growing up, with your houses next to each other.
“I’ll tell him right when he comes out of the shower, don’t worry”, you didn’t hear the shower being turned off and the bathroom door opening and closing again “Alright, have a good day then”, “You too, bye.”
“What will you tell me”, the low voice of your husband behind you, standing in the doorway with sweatpants on and wet hair, made you jump
“Oh gosh, Harry! You don’t scare a pregnant lady like that”, your hand flew to your chest, where your heart was placed. He walked over to you and took you in his arms “Sorry, gorgeous”, he paused for a while “So, who was on the phone?”, Harry let go of you and went over to the couch of the living room, which was right next to the dining table.
You slowly followed him, not intending to sit down “Nick. He wanted to know if you would come onto the show on Monday in three weeks and I said yes.”
“Why did you say yes? You know I said that I wouldn’t do interviews for the time that you’re pregnant”, he wondered.
“Exactly because of that”, you pointed at him with the index finger of your right hand,”you can’t just not do interviews because I’m pregnant. I’m fine and I will be fine for an hour, or so, on my own.”
Harry was not impressed at first but gave in eventually.
After taking a seat next to him, the two of you started cuddling and watching TV. A couple minutes in a thought came to your mind, which you had been having for a while
“You know, I-I had an idea”, your voice grabbed his attention “Oh yeah? What?”, his eyes were still fixed on the telly in front of you. You rose your head from its position on Harry’s chest
“We thought about having Gemma as the godmother of one of the babies, but we still don’t have anyone for the other one”, before you could continue, your husband cut you off
“I thought she would be the godmother of both of them.”
You shook your head “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea”, “Alright, so who do think should it be?”, his head shortly turned towards you but was then fixed on the TV again.
“Nick.”
His gaze shot into your direction “Nick?”
You nodded “Yeah”, “Are you sure?”, he didn’t sound too convinced about your choice.
“Yeah, why not?”, the pitch of your voice rose a bit – you were slightly taken back by his reaction ,” I thought it would be a good idea. He’s like my brother and one of your best friends, I thought you’d be happy. I mean he is literally the reason why we’re now married”, that was true, because he introduced you to each other on one of his many parties.
Harry shortly thought about his answer “Mmm… yeah, I know, but… I don’t know, IF something happened to us, he would be ready to take care of a baby”, he sounded very unsure and scared of the thought – you had never heard his voice in that tone.
“But Harry, we’re not even ready probably. It was very sudden for us as well and Gemma is always travelling, but I know that she would be perfect and the same goes for Nick. He would drop everything for us and our future children or, sorry, one of our children.”
Harry kept his eyes on the floor, for the entire time of you talking, but then looked deeply into yours – his were slightly red and shimmered, making the sadness of the statement he made before, very clear now “If you think so, then I do to. Alright, then I’ll ask him after the interview.”
--- Back To Present ---
Your husband thought it would be a good idea to ask him afterwards, but yesterday he had an even better one – he would just ask him during the interview and catch his, hopefully positive, reaction on radio and camera. That’s why you had to get up quickly – it was 8.10 a.m. and Harry would ask him around 8.30, he said, so you were able to hear it as well. Your upper body rose from the bed, making you sit on the side with your feet touching the cold floor. There was a sudden stinging in your lower abdomen making you wince and grab it. It was a pain you had never felt before and it for sure was not comfortable.
“Oh no”, you thought out loud with an idea of what it could be.
‘It can’t be. It’s way too early’, your thought continued in your head.
After a couple more minutes of sitting on the bed and feeling the extreme pain, you were pretty sure that they were contractions. Your immediate thought came to calling Harry and letting him now, that you have to go to the hospital, which you did.
Your husband's voice rang through the phone after only two ringing sounds
“What’s wrong babe?”, his worry was able to be heard – ‘how on earth did he know something was wrong?’
“I think I have to go to the hospitals. Some sort of contractions started”, you winced in pain as another one hit you.
“What?! Are you sure?!”, “No Harry!! Of course, I’m not sure, for heck’s sake, I never had baby!”, your voice rose with rage.
He continued “Alright, alright, I’m coming, get ready, I’ll be right there.” And the line ended.
You knew Harry would be here in about twenty minutes if he hurried – the BBC Studios where about half an hour away from your shared house. After a couple of breaths, you got up and made your way to the closet to get some sweatpants. While changing, the packed “hospital bag” could be seen from your point of view, lying in the corner and suddenly you were happy, that your husband told you to pack it a week before “Just in case”, as he said.
You changed into sweats, and a tank top with a throw-on cardigan on top and were just about to leave the room when you forgot to take your phone from the nightstand. After grabbing it, you made your way downstairs to put some shoes on, so when Harry finally got here, you could just leave. You grabbed a pair of sneakers and took a seat on the stairs to put them on. Everything took a long time for you to do with the immense pain you were in, so shortly after you were completely dressed, the front door opened with a very quick move and a worried and stressed husband entered the hallway with his gaze immediately on your frame
“You ready, love? Where’s the bag?”, he questioned, “Upstairs”, you answered with a quiet voice while your head rested on the wall next to you. Harry quickly ran up the stairs, past you, to grab it and ran downstairs within seconds. Right when he reached the main floor again, he crouched down in front of you “Alrigh’, I’m gonna help you up and we’re gonna make our way to the car, slowly, yeah?”, which made you nod.
Still crouched down with your bag in his left hand, he came to your left side and put his right arm around your waist to support you while you tried to get up, putting your left arm around his shoulders.
The pain got worse by the minute.
You reached the car quite quickly and Harry helped you in, only to put the bag on the back seat, which already had two baby seats in it. He, as well, got in and started the car, always keeping an eye on you
“I knew it was a bad idea to do the interview today”, he muttered under his breath, but you didn’t want to answer.
He moved the car out of the driveway and speeded to the hospital.
--- About Half An Hour Later ---
You were laying in a hospital bed, which was placed inside a very pretty hospital room you got guided into by a lovely older nurse, attached by all kinds of monitors. The hospital gown already got put on you and Harry and you were waiting for the nurse to return, while he was holding your right hand and petting the top of your head, trying to comfort you in the best way possible
“It’s all gonna be fine. You’re fine, don’t worry”, he whispered in a smooth voice. You groaned and started holding onto his hand harder because of another contraction hitting your body.
Suddenly the door opened, and the older nurse entered the room with your midwife Rebecca, who you already got to know through your gynecologist and you really wanted her to deliver the babies, and a very young one, who looked like she just came from med school
“So, (Y/N), Harry, this is Amy and Sabrina, they’re here to help me and you today, ok? We’re gonna get through this together”, she was just as kind as you remembered her, which made you smile slightly and Harry gave her a warm and welcoming smile.Your midwife started reading off the chart, which she had been holding ever since she entered the room
“So, we have to look, how much you are dilated and why your water hasn’t broken yet”, she then looked up into your worried face “I know your only eight months in, but the contractions you’re currently having are definitely showing, that you will be delivering in a short amount of time”
You just nodded and grabbed your husband’s hand harder, due to another contraction.
Rebecca got a stool, which was at the end of the bed and rolled it over to be placed in front of you. She threw the sheets off your feet, to have a better view, and started the examination.
The young nurse, Amy, came up next to her, after the older woman made a hand gesture for her to approach her. She handed her the chart and started explaining
“OK, you’re seven, point five centimeters dilated and we will have to break your water because I don’t think it will on its own”, and Amy wrote everything down. She then got up next to you, to look at the heart-rate monitor next to the bed and wrote a lot down from there.
You got very worried and as if Harry could read your mind, he started asking the questions you had
“How much does she have to be dilated and aren’t the babies not ready yet?”, he was clearly just as worried as you were.
The midwife smiled at his question “She will have to be at ten centimeters and don’t worry, we’re keeping an eye on the twins with the monitor. Of course, they should stay in the womb for another month, but it happens every now and then, that they don’t stay for nine full months, but everything’s gonna be fine. They’ll just stay in the hospital for a little bit longer and then they're fine.”
He nodded “Thank you”, “Of course.”
--- Five Hours Later ---
You had been walking around for four hours, after getting your water broken and your contraction started to get to the point, where you physically couldn’t take it anymore. Rebecca was examing you again
“Alright everybody, we’re at ten centimeters. Ready?”, she asked excitedly.
You suddenly got very scared and shook your head “NO!”, your voice was full of fear, but Harry was right next to you and after nodding towards the nurses, to make them prepare everything for the birth, he turned to you again
“Babe, you’re ready, trust me. You’ll be great, a great mum. But before we can hold the little ones, you have to push them out, at first”, that made you both laugh “Those nurses will give their everything and it will all go perfectly fine, OK?”, you nodded very slowly.
The contractions were then coming within only a couple of seconds apart and you started to feel the urge to push but didn’t yet because no one told you to.Rebecca sat down in front you and held your feet, while Sabrina was preparing everything, and Amy was on your left side holding an oxygen mask. Harry had not left your side ever since you entered the hospital room and you were very thankful for that, but at that moment all you wanted to do, was to scratch his eyes out.
“Alright, everything’s ready. (Y/N) when you feel the next contraction coming, push!”, your midwife informed you and only shortly after you started pushing, due to another pain shooting through your body.
“Yes! Push a bit more!”, the older woman in front of you assured you.
After pushing you fell back onto the bed and Amy put the mask on your face, due to you not being able to breathe properly. Harry hated seeing you in so much pain and started kissing your temple while supporting your back because you leaned forward again and started to push again and screamed at the same time, but your husband wanted to tell you, how well you were doing
“You’re doing great gorgeous!”, but you were not having any of it
“UGH YOU WON’T EVER TOUCH ME EVER AGAIN STYLES”, your voice was full of rage and everyone, but you, laughed at your comment - Harry knew, you didn’t actually mean it.
“Come on (Y/N) one more push and you will have your first born!”, Rebecca tried to encourage you and it helped and within minutes you were able to hear the screams of your firstborn. Your body landed flat on the bed and you closed your eyes for a second to take everything in, while you could hear the midwife’s voice soothing the baby and Amy’s next to you
“It’s a boy, congrats!”, she cheered, and you turned your head towards Harry, only to see a tear leave his left eye. You reached out and wiped it away with your thumb – he took your hand and kissed the back of it, before leaning over to kiss your temple and whispered: “Thank you.”
Tears started to spill out of your eyes as well, but soon enough the next contraction hit you and you started pushing again.
Rebecca’s voice echoed through the room one last time during the delivery
“(Y/N) you got this, one more time! Push!”
You pushed as much as you possibly could with Harry and Amy soothing you with comforting words and a couple minutes later the second and last born’s crying could be heard, only to be followed by your husband’s cheers
“IT’S A GIRL! OH MY GOSH, A BABY GIRL!”, so many tears left his eyes and you couldn’t hold back anymore and just let them flow. Only a few seconds later Amy and Sabrina came over to the bed with each of the babies in their arms “Who wants whom?”, Sabrina asked and Harry rose his hand
“Can I hold the girl?”, he asked and got handed your baby girl while you got to hold your little boy.
The both of you were still crying and Harry was then kind of laying on the bed as well with his left arm around your body while holding the tiny baby with his right
“Hello, princess. She’s so beautiful, oh gosh, and so tiny”, he whispered very quietly.You were petting the small boy’s cheek with your index finger, making his lips curl u, which led to you spilling more tears – happy tears. Your husband leaned over to your ear and once more
“Thank you, gorgeous. You’re a true hero.”
--- The Following Day ---
Yesterday evening and today morning, a lot of phone calls were made, to your friends and family, and Nick, who got called an hour ago, immediately answered with “I’m on my way”, which made Harry and you laugh. You planned on asking Nick when he arrived and Harry was slowly getting nervous, pacing around the room
“What if he says no! What if he doesn’t want that much responsibility? What if h-“, but you cut him off, still laying in bed a bit exhausted
“He won’t say no. You and I both know that he will be more than just happy to be the godfather of one of them”, you tried to assure your anxious husband, who suddenly came to a stop and looked at you
“But of who? Darcy or Sam?” You named them yesterday, with him picking the girl’s name and you the boy’s.
“I think he should be the godfather of Darcy and Gemma should get Sam. Nick would love to have a goddaughter”, you decided, to which Harry agreed. He was about to say something when the door opened and Nick appeared with two balloons – one purple, one green, and a basket.
“Hey guys”, he tried scream-whispering, which made you laugh
“You can talk normally, they’re sleeping”, you answered him in a normal pitch and he walked in
“Oh OK, that would have been a bit annoying to talk like that the entire time”, his laugh was full of life and happiness.
The babies got brought to the room for two hours, for you to feed and friends and family to see them, only to be taken back to a special room for treatment, due to them being born too early.
Nick placed the basket and balloons on the love chair in the corner, got up to you, kissed your head, and went then to Harry, to hug him. Afterwards, he finally approached the little ones in their bed
“Oh my gosh, aren’t you the cutest things in the world”, he admired them.
Harry quickly glanced at you with raised eyebrows as if asking “Should I ask him now?” and you nodded.“Hey Nick, we…ehm thought about, you know… the kids – basically IF something happened to us, you know… Would you like to be Darcy’s godfather”, your husband stuttered – he was extremely nervous. The radio host’s head turned into your direction, then back to Harry, back to you, back to Harry, with a shocked expression
“What?! Are you serious??”, he sounded excited, and you nodded with a big smile on your face.Nick ran up to Harry and hugged him tightly
“Oh my freaking gosh, of course!”
Harry hugged him back, showing you a thumbs-up behind the other man’s back and you just smiled looking at them. Then your head turned towards you’re the small bed on the other side of the room to your left and your lips curved, even more, thinking about the journey you were just about to start.
Wow, that was a long one - I really hope you don’t mind.
Huge thank you again to @fangirlxslut for this cute request - I hope you and everyone else enjoyed it!! :)
Adjusting her headphones Y/N screamed at the sudden obstacle in her path. “What is wrong with you!” The y/h/c scolded at the young man her heart thumping erratically. Rolling his eyes the male ran his orbs over his girlfriend more importantly her getup. “More like what’s wrong with you!” Lewis argued back the sly grin perched on his pale features. “It’s call workout gear.” Y/N explained sarcastically her hand gestures teasing as if she was explaining it to a five year old. “No no I get that but why are you wearing it?” The Scotsman asked confusion filling his tone. “Well I’m going on a run?!” The y/h female shrugged her attention going back to her phone still trying to find the perfect heart rate tunes.
“Ah what don’t go I’ve got pizza.” Lewis pouted reaching out to tug her arm in an attempt to sway her opinion. Tutting Y/N swatted the hand away “No Lew I said I was going to get healthy during quarantine and now I am!” Chuckling the male pulled at his oversized black hoodie “Babe that was months ago!” Stomping her new trainer clad foot Y/N rolled her eyes “Yeah well better late then never!” Checking her headphones were secure she left Lewis stood in the hallway running a hand through his permanently disheveled brown locks. Jogging back the girl placed a quick kiss on his cheek. “Ya know you could always join me?” Though the pair both knew she was joking the look of utter disgust made them both laugh. Backing away Lewis shook his head “maybe next time.” He said innocently however they both knew that meant no way. “Alrighty well love you I’ll be back soon.” Y/N announced loudly knowing he was already sat on the couch Netflix pulled up.
This had to be a mistake, life had to be fucking with her. It had to be her recent lack of sleep that led to her eyes playing tricks on her. But no no matter how tightly Y/N closed her eyes the two pink lines didn’t fade not even an inch. If anything with each passing second of fear the lines seemed to grow clearer.
Sure they had been careful but she still ended up here. Young and alone as time seemed to march on without her. Well that was a bit dramatic. She wasn’t alone but god did she feel it. The closing of the front door awoke her from her dream like haze. “Y/N you home?” Lewis called shutting the door with his foot due to his hands being full. Placing the tesco bag down Lewis frowned at the silence that greeted him before checking to see if her usual worn down sneakers lay in their predictable mess. “Y/N?” Lewis called again his Scottish accent seemed to always grow stronger when he was concerned. Wiping her red eyes hurriedly the y/h/c girl scrambled to look her normal happy self. “There you are.” the slightly older male grinned not even waiting for a response before he swept the girl up into his arms. Half heartedly Y/N hugged back her mind still trying to take in the new information she had received. Pulling back Lewis frowned again, his light eyes checking her over for a sign well for anything really to tell him what was wrong. Choking back the tears Y/N smiled weakly hoping the fake smile would keep his questions at bay until she knew what she wanted to do. It’s not that she didn’t want a child with Lewis it was more the fact that this meant growing up and being responsible for another human being. A human who would need protecting and nurture from a world that could be so cruel in a heartbeat. Plus what would Lewis think.
His album had only been released a year ago and there was so much more he could accomplish without a child holding him back. “Okay what’s wrong?” Lewis questioned softly not wanting to upset the girl more. “I’m so sorry Lew” Y/N whispered barely managing to look him in the face. “I’ve ruined your life.” the girl continued her breath catching. Panic flooded the males face not at the statement but more at how worked up the girl was getting. “Don’t be silly love.” Lewis comforted as he led her to sit down. Shaking her head wilding Y/N couldn’t stop the onslaught of tears “No you don’t understand I’ve ruined your life forever.” Coughing awkwardly Lewis enveloped her in a hug, his hand wondering to stroke her back soothingly out of habit. “I’m sure you haven’t… in fact I'm positive you haven’t.” He stated softly. Sighing the y/h/c girl took a deep breath. “I’m pregnant.” half expecting a screaming match to begin Y/N seemed to curl into herself. Laughing Lewis pulled her closer to his warm chest. “Is that all?” He added the internal panic fading. Frowning Y/N raised an eyebrow brushing a lock of her hair out of her face. “What do you mean is that all?” She questioned, half surprised and half concerned about how the Scotsman seemed to blow off the bombshell she had just dropped. “Sweetheart you made it sound like the world was ending.” Lewis chuckled again. “So you’re not mad?” Y/N asked practically in disbelief. Now it was his turn to shake his head wildly, his brown dishevelled hair bouncing happily. “Of course I’m not mad. I’d be an idiot if I didn’t say this is exactly what I wanted. Granted maybe not this early but nothing’s perfect.” Kissing the girl lightly Lewis smiled at her, his bright orbs shining aglow with delight.
