Waking up to a buzzing noise is never the way anyone wants to wake up, not even y/n. She rolled over, to find the source of this incessant noise, finding it was her phone, not her alarm, as she had previously believed.
"Hello?" Her groggy voice sounded through the receiver. Harry always loved her morning voice, so sweet and innocent, just like her.
"Hey baby, did I wake you up?" He questioned, though clearly knowing the answer.
"No no, Harry, you're fine. What's up?" She sat upright, rubbing at her eyes and yawning. She looked over to the clock finding it was 11 am. She wasn't surprised, she had always been a late sleeper.
"I was wondering if you wanted to come over tonight? Order takeout, watch a movie, have some of that nice wine you like?" He questioned.
"Well, I have a super hot date tonight with my glassware and polishing, but I'm sure I could find some time to fit you in," she giggled in reply, looking across her dirty bedroom. She really needed to clean this place up, it was getting embarrassing.
"Well, if you can squeeze me in," Harry continued to play along, "I'm thinking 6.30 would be good? I will have chipotle all ready and dolled up for you."
"I guess I could do then, I'll see you later, yeah?" she teased.
"See you then, baby, love you."
"Love you too Harry." She ended the phone call and sighed. Right, she thought, time to get to work.
She spent a few hours cleaning dishes and picking up dirty clothes from the floor, finally having made some progress around the apartment. It wasn't perfect, but it was acceptable. She found herself sitting at the table, a mug of coffee in one hand, and colouring pens in the other. Y/n wasn't an artist, that was for sure, but she always made cute little decorations for the cafe at Halloween and Christmas. She adored working at the Cafe, it was the best job she had ever had, and even though she knew this wasn't the career she wanted forever, she was happy to be there for the moment. It was her life, the cafe, she worked there, had friends there, and somehow, it felt like a sort of home.
As it was only 2 pm, she decided to pop over to the cafe, it was only a ten-minute drive, and the coffee she made when she got there was worth it all. She sat in the car, put on some tunes and began driving, not forgetting the decorations she made earlier.
Once she got to the cafe, she parked and headed inside. It was a quiet day, being a Tuesday afternoon. Nichola, the owner and mum to Violet, greeted her, a big warm smile on her face.
"How are you doing poppet?" Nichola asked, reaching round to hug her.
"I'm doing good thank you Nic, and you?" she replied, already making her way over to her favourite person, Violet, squeezing her tightly, giving her a quick peck on the head.
"Very good thanks, love!" she replied before going over to the counter to serve a customer.
"How're you doing Vi," she asked, still encased in the hug.
"I'm okay, you know how it is with Luke at the moment - not fun."
"Aww, I'm sorry. Maybe we can hang out tomorrow?" y/n replied, sympathetic to violets situation, having been living through it with her.
"Tonight? After work?" She asked hopefully.
"I'm sorry, I have plans with Harry, but definitely tomorrow, yeah?" she responded, feeling bad.
"Ooh, that's fine, little miss I-love-harry-more-than-my-bestie," she teased. Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, as she began to make her coffee.
"Whatever," she giggled.
Y/n spent a couple more hours at the cafe, chatting to Vi and Nic, and helping out when the afterschool rush came about, before heading out to go see Harry.
She arrived at Harry's house, knocking on the door a couple of times before he opened up and greeted her with a big kiss.
"How's it going baby?" He asked, settling into the couch, a glass of wine splashing around in his hand.
"It's good, I saw Vi and Nic today, helped out a bit," she said settling into his lap, facing him.
"Mm, is that so?" he pecked her cheek, feeling very cuddly.
"Yeah, we talked a lot about Luke, you know, the luke. I honestly don't get why she's so involved with him, he's a dick!" She began to say before harry cut her off with a loud gasp. It wasn't often Y/n used coarse language, but he knew that meant she was serious about the subject. She giggled and gave him a soft slap.
"But he is, like he's messing her around all the time and talking shit about her to her friends," she was about to say more before harry began gasping again. She rolled her eyes and smiled at him.
"My baby," he slapped his hand over his heart, "my Y/n, using such horrible language about another human being? Who has she become? Where's my innocent baby gone?" He jokingly questioned, feigning a heart attack. She rolled her eyes again, for what felt like the millionth time in the past minute. And nuzzled her head into his shoulder, trying to stifle her laughter, albeit badly. He chuckled, kissing the side of her head.
"I'm only joking baby, Luke is a dick."
"Mhmm, and a mean one too," she responded lowly, tickling harry's neck.
TW: angst!!! abortion procedure, medical procedure, teen pregnancy
Upon awakening, y/n felt stiff, she found the arms wrapped around her waist and gentle snores on the back of her neck. It was true, it had all happened. She wanted to roll over, to get out of bed, but she knew any movement would wake him. She was stuck between moving over and getting out of bed and just laying there for a moment more in peace when nausea hit. She flung herself up, smacking harry in the process, rushing to the bathroom before any puke could spill anywhere. Harry groaned, but shot upright as soon as he heard the retching sounds coming from the en-suite. He quickly gathered himself up and rushed to the bathroom. He looked at her in sympathy, grabbing a hair tie from his wrist, pulling her hair into a low ponytail, and gently rubbing her back. He grabbed a cup of water and some mouthwash after she had finished, not saying a word as she swirled the water, and then mouthwash around her mouth.
She sat up and went back to bed, and after a few moments of recollecting himself, he joined her. Harry didn't know what to do, did he say something? Did he sit in silence? It was all decided for him however when y/n started to speak.
"Hey," she said gently looking up at him.
"Hey lovie," he replied, stooping down to kiss her before she made a face ad pushed him away.
"I know I just threw up and all, but morning breath still stinks". He chuckled at her while she placed her head on his shoulder, taking in the moment of silence before the inevitable conversation.
"I know this probably isn't what you want to hear right now, but I need you to know that whatever decision you make, you need to do it safely love. I can't imagine what could have happened if I turned up any later - where would we be? Any choice you want, I will support, but I need you to be safe, I need you to be able to come home to me."
Y/n knew he was right, she knew she was being stupid when she'd ordered those pills from some dodgy website online.
All she did was nod. She swung her legs across Harry's and hugged them into his side, burying her face into his chest.
"Are you - are you mad at me?" She questioned quietly. It was like she had lost her ability to go above 10 decibels.
Harry shook his head, certain of the answer.
"I could never be mad at you lovie, I just need you to be safe, yeah?"
She nodded her head.
"So, I guess we should talk about the options?" She hesitantly questioned.
Harry sighed. He knew what she wanted, and he would never make her do anything else, but it was just such a large decision to come to terms with, especially in just under 10 hours of finding it out in the first place.
"I will support you no matter what you choose love, whatever you want, I will be there with you through it all."
She couldn't take it anymore, she buried her head further into his chest and began to sob.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," she kept repeating.
"Y/n love, this is just as much my fault as it is yours, if not, more mine." She continued to gently cry.
"So, I feel you already have an answer on what you want to do?" Harry questioned.
She sighed, wiping her tears and looking up at him. The scene in front of him broke him, but he stayed strong. For her.
She nodded.
"I don't think now is our time, I want to go through A levels, I want to go to university, I want so much more for us."
Harry agreed, now wasn't their time.
"I guess I will find a place nearby then that does what we want?" He was too scared to say the word, to make it that much more real.
She nodded, giving his shoulder a peck.
-
Harry found a medical centre nearby, about a 15-minute drive away that would do the procedure, and booked it for the following day.
Sunday arrived far too quickly in his opinion.
Harry returned home to get his car, 'old red', and made his way back to y/n's. She sat on the wall outside the front entrance, picking at her nails. He got out and walked over to her, saying a small greeting when she looked up. The look in her eyes was pained, she knew what she was going to do, and she knew she should, but she still felt weird about it.
Harry wrapped his arms around her when she stood up, gently guiding her to the car. He opened the door and let her get in before returning to the driver's side. The ride was silent, with a soft hum of tunes in the background, and a gentle grasp of hands. Harry wanted to say something, but he didn't know what. How was he supposed to comfort her in a time like this? This was already such a big change for him, but he knew it was more than 10 times worse for her.
After the fifteen-minute drive, they found themselves in a parking bay outside the 'treatment centre', as they had called it over the phone. She looked over at him, and he was already staring back at her.
"Are you okay," he asked. He mentally face palmed, knowing she was, in fact not okay.
She shrugged, unsure on how to respond. He squeesed her hand three times before taking a deep breath and opening the door. Y/n also slipped out the door, and made her way to his side. They slowly walked up the steps, making their way to the front sliding doors.
They got to the counter and checked in, the receptionist gave them a look of pity, which neither appreciated. They sat in the waiting room chairs, y/n's head resting on Harry's shoulder, while he whispered loving phrases to her, occasionally kissing the side of her hair.
"Y/n, y/l/n?" a short, plump lady called. She looked like a warm, friendly person, y/n was more than happy that it was her who was calling her name and not some cold faced nurse.
Y/n looked to harry, who gave her a small smile as they stood up. The nurse rounded them around the corner and took them to a more private office.
"Hello, I'm going to be your nurse today, my name is Jenna, and I will be with you throughout the whole procedure, okay Miss y/l/n?" Y/n nodded along to everything she said, this all feeling a bit surreal.
"Perfect, now, before anything else, I will have to ask you a few questions, your partner is welcome to stay, but that is completely up to you." Y/n looked over to harry squeezing his hand.
"I'd like him to stay please," she voiced quietly.
Jenna smiled at her, "of course - now for those questions. I see you're here for a termination of pregnancy, is that correct?"
"Uh, yes."
"And when was your last period and how light was it?"
"I'd say about five or six weeks ago and it was very light?"
"do you know how far along you are?"
"the test said about 8 weeks I think, but that was a week ago."
"Its normal for spotting during the first trimester, so I will put nine weeks on the chart here. Do you have any medical conditions? If you just say anything and I will right it all down, no problem too big or too small, honey."
"I have anaemia? um, I'm not too sure other than that."
"Alright, perfect. And have you ever had an abortion before?"
"no."
"Great, now, I will just take your blood pressure and do a few tests and we will be on our way. Your partner can stay in the waiting room while we carry out the procedure, okay?"
Y/n nodded along, carefully taking in all the details Jenna was giving. Harry's grip on her hand hadn't loosened at all, if not growing tighter throughout the questions. He felt like he was under interrogation, and it wasn't even him answering.
The nurse placed a blood pressure monitor around y/n's arm, letting it do its thing. The readings came back, and the nurse seemed to be happy with the results, so she asked to do an external ultrasound.
Y/n laid on the bed with Harry's hand in hers while she lifted her shirt and undid her trousers to let her take a look. The gel was cold, as she had been warned, and it felt strange to have someone digging something plastic into her abdomen.
"It looks like the test you took was slightly off, you are more around seven weeks from the size of the embryo on the screen."
The information didn't shock y/n, she didn't care whether she was 20 weeks or 2, she just wanted the thing out of her and to return back to normal life.
Jenna handed y/n a blue cloth to take off the remaining gel and scribbled some things onto a chart.
"right, well, I will leave this gown with you and a pair of these paper panties - I know - gorgeous right? And leave you to get changed. Sir, if you follow me, I will take you to the waiting room."
Harry stepped towards y/n, giving her a soft peck; a look of so much love and adoration across his features, yet a hint of terror slipped through.
"you'll be okay, I love you, I will be waiting when you get out, okay?" He whispered to her. All she could manage to do was give a slight nod and a small, "I love you," before he left the room with the nurse.
Once they left, she slipped off her clothes and put on the pants and gown. She had never felt so helpless.
The nurse soon returned with a gentle smile.
"Now, there's one last thing I need to check," she smiled gently.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this, you are not being coerced by another party?" Jenna knew this wasn't the case, but legally, she had to check.
"No, I want to do this."
"Okay then, I will take you through to the theatre now."
She was lead down a narrow hallway to a room with a glass window in the door. She took a deep breath, greeting the surgeon and medical team.
"Hi, Y/n, is it? I will be the doctor performing the procedure today, Doctor Williams. I know you have already talked through this with Jenna, but there are a few things I need to check, okay?"
Y/n nodded, ready for more interrogations about her sex life.
"First off, just to be sure, you are wanting this procedure on your own terms, correct? No one is forcing you into this?"
"No, I have made this decision on my own."
"Perfect. Would you like me to take you through the process, or I can give you a leaflet to read through if you would prefer."
"Um, I'm happy for you to explain Doctor."
"Right, well first off, you can either be put under general anaesthetic or be awake with local anaesthetic, then, once you are prepped and ready with an IV, we will insert a small tube into your vaginal canal, go through the cervix and use a suction device to dispose of the embryo and any other waste in your uterus, this procedure will take around twenty minutes, if you are awake, you will feel a small pressure in your abdomen, however if not, you wont feel a thing. You may have some side effects after, such as nausea and cramping, but I will get Jenna to give you a leaflet on the way out about that. Do you have any questions?"
That was a lot of information for y/n to take in, she knew what would happen, but it just sounds so much more real now she was sat on a bed and a doctor using all this medical jargon.
She shook her head.
"Okay then, would you like general or local anaesthetic?"
"General please - that's the one where I won't be awake right?"
"Yes, now, I will get Jenna to prep you with an IV and we will get this on the way."
The IV was the least of y/n's worries, she just wanted this over with.
After that, they placed a mask over her face and she counted backwards from ten, although she wasn't too sure how far she got before darkness overtook her.
TW: angst!! mentions of abortion, teen pregnancy, harry being a cutie
Harry decided to head straight for y/n's apartment. It was only 8 pm, and he knew that her parents were rarely home before 11 pm. He needed to sort this out, if she wanted out, then he needed to see, he couldn't trap her in a relationship knowing she didn't want to be there. But when he got to her place, climbed up the three flights of fire escapes, he wasn't at all prepared for what sat in front of him.
Sat alone, in her dark room, was y/n. It wasn't the fact she was a messy, crying, greasy blob that concerned him, it was the other part of the scene in front of him. A laptop, brought up with a, surely unsafe, website on 'how to perform a safe abortion at home', explicit step-by-step instructions, multiple pills in her hand, and steam flowing out of her en-suite. There was a terrified look in her eyes, he knew it. It made him want to cry.
He rapped on the window gently, to not already scare her frightened state, but to no avail. She turned around with the most chilling look he had ever seen. She was terrified. She shut her laptop and threw the pills back into the packet they came in. Before wiping her eyes and looking back over to the window, hoping, praying to the gods she knew didn't exist, that he wasn't actually at her window. But he was. And he saw everything.
He pushed open her window, climbing inside cautiously.
"Wh-what are you doing?" He stuttered out, already knowing the answer, but still petrified to hear it. He had never sounded so unsure, so pained as he had just then in his life.
She opened her mouth and closed it, like a fish out of water, completely ignorant in what to say.
"You shouldn't be here, I told you, I'm ill," she managed to get out after a few seconds of silence. Her voice was so quiet, so sore, so pained, he almost wretched at the sound.
"Y/n, love, tell me what's going on, tell me what you were doing." He knew, but he didn't want to believe it, he didn't want it to be true, for it to be his reality, or more so, their reality.
She opened her mouth again, but all that came out were sobs this time. Heartbreaking, gut wrenching sobs, that shook her whole frame.
His arms flew to her, encasing her in a tight hug, resting his shaking hand on her hair, softly stroking it. She felt like an idiot, she knew he would find out, that this would happen, and the fact she knew all this made it so much worse now that it was happening. Harry started to cry quietly, his eyes shedding salty liquid which quickly met her hair, as her body shook.
They stood like that for a few minutes, Harry brokenly whispering a few shushes, and gentle, "it's okay's," into her hair. He had never felt true heartbreak until that moment, and he wished with every fibre in him to make it all better.
"I'm, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, Harry, please I'm so sorry, I-I don't even know what I was doing, I just, Harry, I'm so sorry." She continued to sob. Harry continued to tell her it was going to be okay, but in all truth, he had no idea what the future held, if they really were going to be okay.
-
He sat them down on her bed, continuing to stroke her hair while she calmed down. He was so, so... he didn't even know. He couldn't deal with his emotions, he had to focus on y/n, on taking care of her.
After a few more minutes, y/n began to calm down, she stopped sobbing, quieting to a few hiccups and sniffles. Harry had decided now was not the time to bring it up, he would take care of her first and then talk to her.
"Why don't we get you into the bath? Get you all cleaned up, yeah?" She nodded, her frame folding in on herself, knowing what she was using the bath for before he stumbled across her.
"Before that though, are you safe?" He hated he had to question that, it broke him even more inside, "have you taken anything or done anything yet?" His voice broke.
She shook her head, overly embarrassed, mortified even. She knew he was looking out for her, but this was some next-level shit, stuff they had never thought they would go through together.
Harry signed in relief, ever so grateful he had the conversation with Gemma when he did.
He walked her over to the bathroom, clearing the countertop of extra 'equipment' she would have used. He didn't know it could, but his heart broke further.
"I will, um, I'll leave you to get changed, yeah? I'll be at the door if you need anything." Y/n nodded and began to undress. She had never felt so ashamed. Once her clothes were off, she slipped into the bath. Harry, upon hearing the water splash, came back in, looking at her small body in sadness.
He grabbed a cup and the shampoo and poured some into his hand. He poured water over her scalp, gently wetting her hair before beginning to massage the honey-scented shampoo into her hair.
" I know you probably don't want to talk about it love, but, could you tell me what's going on?" Harry calmly asked, although the crack in his voice and shaking of his hands gave him away.
"I mean, I guess, I don't know, where am I supposed to start?" She took a breath, calming herself before continuing. "I was uh feeling sick, and I was getting these um, these weird symptoms so I, so I googled them and it came up with, you know, pregnancy, so um, I took a um test and uh, it um came up positive, so I uh I don't know, I guess I thought um," a bubble rose in her through as she tried to continue before looking down. She hated that she was crying, for feeling so weak, even though she knew she had the right to feel like that. Tears started to flow again as she continued, "I didn't want to worry you I guess? You have so much going on, I mean A levels and studying and all that, and I thought you would freak and be embarrassed and not want to be with me anymore, and I know that's not true, that's not you, but uh I don't know, I wasn't thinking rationally, I wasn't thinking properly. I decided this was my best option, this way I was the only one involved, I was the only one at fault." She finished her ramble, eyes closed as tears continued to ebb.
"Y/n, love, I'm so sorry," was all Harry could manage. As one could imagine, he was torn, he had no idea what to do, on how to comfort you, on how to react. He had no clue.
They spent the rest of the bath in silence. He got her out, wrapped her in a towel, dried her hair, got her dressed and placed her delicately in bed. He wanted to stay, but he didn't know if he should. Y/n having sensed the inner turmoil scooted over in her bed, creating a Harry-like shape for him. He smiled, albeit sadly, but smiling nonetheless, and took off his clothes down to his boxers, and slid in. She gently cuddled him, he held her like a fragile piece of china, ready to break at any moment, to drift off into a restless sleep.
In which Harry and secretly pregnant reader go shopping at 2 am and encounter a fan.
Fluff
No TW except harry being too cute
Picking up a packet of wotsits, y/n threw them into the shopping trolley. The crisp aisle was a long and treacherous one, every crisp and flavour calling y/n's name as she slowly progressed along. Her walk was slower and her footsteps heavier as she checked the time - 2:08am. The leggings she was wearing were growing tighter and tighter with every second as she rubbed at her growing belly, waiting for Harry to return. If he took much longer, y/n knew she would fill up the whole trolley with salty delights.
As she searched for the right flavour crackers, holding multiple packets on top of her belly, Harry snuck up behind her, surprising her with a quick hug from behind, causing a loud yelp to emit from her mouth, and a clutch to her crackers and belly.
"Harry!" She scolded lightly, with a glint of mischief behind her eyes, "don't do that! I thought you were some crazy fan or something! And you took way longer than '2 seconds'!"
"You're right my love, 'm sorry," he replied with a small smile, but a genuine worried tone, sneaking his hands back around her waist, his chin atop her shoulder.
"How's little one doing?"
"Well, she's kicking up a storm after that monumental event," y/n replied cheekily, rubbing her belly adoringly.
Y/n had found out she was pregnant around 6 months ago, after having not been too careful the few months before it. They had decided they didn't want to try, per se, but leave it up to chance, wanting a baby, but not really thinking about the 'when' too hard. Now that they had found themselves in this position, they had grown to love it.
"Well," he said, now talking towards her belly, "better get your mummy out of here before she buys the whole damn shop."
"Hey!" She swatted at his hands, chuckling lightly, "I'm not only eating for two, I have no problem using my extra body weight to my advantage!"
He raised his hands in mock defence, a large smile adorning his face, before quickly dropping his surrender. His eyes point towards the end of the isle where a young woman stands, eyes slightly wide, staring unabashedly at the two of them.
Harry doesn't like to address a potential fan in these situations in case they don't actually know him and it creates an awkward moment (especially after what happened in Monaco), however, he can clearly see this girl struggling to find words as her mouth moves agape, nothing but breaths coming out.
"Are you alright there lovely?" Y/n said, taking the embarrassing memory away from Harry. Her eyes flick to you, and then your belly, then back to Harry. She seems to gain sense, as she closes her mouth and nods quickly, before her eyes land back on y/n's hands placed on her swollen abdomen.
"Yeah, sorry, I just, are you Harry styles?"
"Yeah, that's me. How are you doing?" He asks. Y/n always admired Harry for his care and adoration of his fans, his kind gentle nature that brought them together.
"Oh my god, wow, are you serious? Like what? Do, no, how, when..." she rambled for a few seconds. Harry chuckled lightly before looking back to y/n with a cheeky smile. When she finally managed to form a coherent sentence, Harry puts his attention back on her.
"Sorry," she laughs, "just a bit starstruck is all."
"Don't worry," y/n pipes in, "plenty of people are the same. What's your name, lovely?"
As soon as y/n started speak, the girls eyes snapped back to her. With her eyes focused on her belly, she answered,
"Layla, Layla Stevens. Sorry, I don't know why I told you my last name, it's not like you care or even know me," she started rambling again.
"Well, Layla Stevens, it's a pleasure to meet you. What's brought you to Sainsbury's at this time?"
Harry lovingly looked over at y/n, adoring how she easily made conversation with the stranger.
"This one here's got the salt cravings again," Harry intervenes chuckling, dismissing the fact the real reason to avoid the shops during the day was for fans, as a couple here or there don't bother him, but a swarm does.
Layla laughs, looking a little less surprised now that the elephant in the room has been addressed: the pregnancy.
"Well, um, just grabbing a late night cheerios snack," she says, holding up her basket. "I hope you don't mind me asking, it's just, well, I didn't know you were pregnant? Congratulations I assume? I didn't know you guys were expecting?"
Harry moves closer to y/n, wrapping an arm round her waist, "yeah, we've been trying to keep it a secret for as long as possible, but it's bound to get out soon. But we'd really appreciate it if you would keep this under wraps, you know?"
She nods viscously, Harry almost expects her to cross her heart and hope to die while she's at it.
"Of course, yeah, I totally understand - your secret is safe with me!"
"We don't know the gender, we want to keep it a surprise," y/n states, although it's not quite the truth, they would both like to have some control over any aspect of the pregnancy becoming public.
Layla nods in understanding. It goes quiet for a moment, as the rush settles.
"Would you like a photo?" Y/n asks.
"If that's alright? Sorry, I didn't want to ask," she laughs nervously. She starts to get her phone out and raise it for a selfie, before looking at y/n expectantly.
"Would it be alright if I got one with both of you? I'm a big fan of you too, y/n!"
It's not the first time y/n had been asked for a photo, but it still shocked her none the less.
"Oh yeah, of course! Do you mind if we try to hide the bump though? Just don't want it getting out just yet," y/n replies.
"Totally get you, of course."
Y/n slightly waddles towards the two, after putting the crackers in the trolley. Luckily, she was wearing one of the bunny LOT T-shirts, so none of the fans could find the outfit and link it back to a maternity section at H&M or primark.
Harry smiles with a peace sign, y/n pokes her tongue out, and Layla simply grins. After snapping a few photos (without a belly in sight) Layla put her phone back in her bag and picked up her basket.
"Thank you so much guys, it was lovely meeting you! And good luck on the rest of your pregnancy!"
"Thank you! And maybe we will see you again, Layla Stevens, looking for more midnight snacks," Harry replies with a smile. The couple watch Layla walk off from them, before they turn to each other.
"She was lovely!" Y/n says. She was genuinely surprised at how nice fans could be sometimes after having to deal with all the hate online.
"Wasn't she?" He replies, "now, black pepper or salt and vinegar?"
She scrunches her face in disgust at the latter. He dramatically sighs, putting them back on the shelf before tossing the black pepper crisps into the trolley and taking it from her.
He hums a little tune, looking left, then right, left, then right, at all the crisps and crackers to choose from. Y/n looks at him in adoration, liking how life is going to be. Rubbing her belly she calls out to him.
"Hazza?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
He smiles at her, real and big.
"I love you too."
GIF by @harryshouse
A/n: Hey guys! Here's my first one shot to kick off my account, hope you enjoy! Feel free to send in requests :)
In which the reader falls pregnant and decides what to do.
Part one of a miniseries
>1000 words
TW: angst!! mentions of abortion, teen pregnancy, harry being a cutie
It was near impossible to stop the tears from free-flowing down y/n's flushed cheeks. These types of things didn't happen to a girl like y/n, she was the most unproblematic, ordinary girl anyone had ever met - so what had happened? As she debated this, salty tears continued to flow down her cheeks onto the soft material of her shirt where they gathered and dampened it. It was hard to believe how life could change so swiftly, in the blink of an eye. Her fate decided for her at 17 years old, in 180 seconds.
Harry would be mortified. They were both on the road to freedom when it got shut down in a matter of seconds. There were always options, something y/n had thought about once in a blue moon, something she never thought would become a reality, but had quickly become her reality, or more so, their reality.
It felt like a nightmare - all the things they had both done to prevent this from happening, out the window. Y/n had been on birth control since she was fifteen, and they had always used protection just as a precaution. What were the chances? The pill being 99% effective and condoms 97%, they seriously had less than a 0.1% chance of this ever happening. But it did. And she felt like an idiot.
It took more or less a school week for Harry's concerned questions and side-eyed glances to become enough. He was so calculated in everything he did, but it went out the window as soon as he saw her wearing her comfort hoodie and joggers to school - and that was only the first day. He felt like he was begging her to let him into her mind. He never wanted to be cut off from her, and she never wanted to cut him out, but she couldn't deal with his potential reaction to the news when she had such a big choice to make. And she knew he should be part of that, but she wanted some peace before the inevitable storm that was for sure coming her way.
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"What do I do?" Harry had vented to Gemma. She had been worried about how distracted and distant he had become after the third day of little to no conversation at the dinner table. It took less than 3 minutes (180 seconds) of coaxing to get him to start rambling, and once he started, he found himself unable to stop.
Harry had checked every possible date in his mind, so sure he had messed something up, her birthday? No. Their anniversary? No. Some event he had missed? Maybe, but he didn't think so. He couldn't think of anything to cause the sudden shift, and that made the whole ordeal much worse.
"She's been so distant lately, she doesn't speak to me anymore, she never wants to hang out, claiming she's ill, I mean, she can't even fucking look at me!" He had ranted, hands pulling at his hair in frustration. Gemma had sat quietly throughout the whole thing, listening carefully and trying to gauge the situation. She contemplated her next words, calculating her next move.
"I know this probably isn't what you want to hear, but do you think, maybe, just maybe she might have lost interest and doesn't know how to break things off?" She knew this would hurt Harry, but she had always been a logical person, much like her younger brother, and thought he would need to hear it.
Harry stood in disbelief.
"No. You can't possibly think she wants to break up? I mean we were fine, literally last week we were talking about a future together, a house, a family, and we know we're young but this is it for us, this is what we want, and I don't think, I mean she couldn't, could she?" He started to panic. She couldn't really want to break up, could she? Oh god, what if he had been reading into things all wrong and she felt bad for breaking his heart, so she just went along with everything? Harry couldn't stand the thought. He needed out.
Before Gemma could say another word, he slammed his way out of the house onto the quiet neighbourhood streets.
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Little did Harry know, y/n had already made up her mind. She had decided not to get Harry involved, and to sort this out herself, on her own, on her terms.
A/n: Hope you enjoy - this is going to be a part of a mini-series to kickstart my account! Any feedback is appreciated and welcomed :)