One Direction Imagines
Harry
Flashback
“Harry, I’m pregnant” I said slowly with a gentle hand resting over the child forming inside me. He was shocked for the first couple of minutes after the announcement, but after he broke into a grin and swallowed me into a hug. “Our baby! This is exciting Sammy I’m going to be a dad!” he exclaimed.
Now at exactly nine months I was ready to deliver this baby. Harry had been home for the last two months of my pregnancy and it was a good thing so that the other guy’s could spend time with their loved ones. “And I’m going to feed you, and spoil you, and scare off all the mean boys who try to pick on you” Harry was talking to the baby, again. And she has been repeatedly kicking as he talks to her. “I’m not doctor, but I don’t think she can wait two weeks with how much she’s kicking” he stated boldly. “I would have to agree. Wanna help me up?” he then rushed to my side and helped me stand up from my comfy position in the recliner. “These strawberries are good! Where’d ya get ‘em?” and then a wild Irish man appeared. “Niall, when did you get here?” I asked confused. He just shrugged his shoulders and went back into the kitchen. Next thing you know Louis and Liam are going to be bursting in with shopping bags of baby stuff. “I just found the cutest onesie. I think she should wear when she’s born” Louis announced, walking in proudly. Spoke too soon.
“And we let him have a spare key why?”
“In case you go into labor and I’m not around. I mean it was your idea” he said cautiously.
I mentally cursed myself for allowing him to have the key. “Did Zayn happen to be behind you guys?” I asked. Louis only shrugged and shook his head while said man walked in saying, “Vas happenin everybody”.
“Well isn’t this the hangout of the year” I said under my breath.
“Would you look at the time? I should probably get to sleep while she isn’t kicking”
The guys each shouted good night except Harry who was behind me in walking up the stairs. I would have been in bed had it not been for the painful cramp that stopped me halfway up the stairs. “Sammy, you alright?” he asked with so many emotions in his tone it was hard to decipher if he was nervous, scared, or excited. “No. I think she’s ready” I said shakily, turning around on the stairs to go down. When I was firmly off the last step I asked Harry to get me to the car and send the guys to get some things. We carefully walked to the car, and I climbed in the backseat. I pulled out my phone and called my doctor so that she would be there at the hospital. Possibly the ten most agonizing minutes I’ve ever had to sit through (while in pain) later everyone was scurrying out of the house with bags in their hands, or in Niall’s case, food. Louis was just about to scoot in next to me when I asked him to drive.
“Why do you want me to…” he started, but was cut off when I firmly spoke and told him to drive. Harry looked confused, but opened the door and asked if I was alright. “Pleasant, as long as you’re sitting next to me. Niall please sit up front” I said as calmly as possible when nine months pregnant and rushing to the hospital. Finally our seating arrangements were made and off to the hospital we were. I had Harry and Zayn on either side of me holding my hands.
When we arrived at the hospital, the guys evacuated as quickly as possible grabbing my bags and helping me waddle to the doors. After checking in with the nurse I was sent down a hallway in a wheelchair with Harry by my side leaving four longing faces in the waiting area. Once I was all hooked up and checked the process did not go quickly. It was hours among hours of trying and crying, and Harry worrying. 12 hours and our 8lb Darcy was crying loud enough that I’m sure she could be heard in the waiting room. Harry cut the cord proudly as she was then swept away to be taken care of. “You did wonderful!” he said sweetly while placing a kiss on my cheek. Not soon enough Darcy was back swaddled in a blanket with a cute little hat. I held her while she calmed down and nestled softly in the blankets only to quickly fall asleep. “Would you like a picture?” one of the nursed asked Harry who was fumbling with his phone to take a picture. “Come here daddy. Darcy wants a picture” I said while patting a space on the bed. He looked me in the eyes and held my hand, then turned his head holding the same smile as the nurse took the picture. When Harry retrieved his phone he whispered a thank you before smirking at his phone messing around with something. Right as I was about to ask my phone buzzed lightly on the stand next to me. I reached over to grab it, but was handed it by Louis. Wait what? I looked up and saw the fabulous five standing in the room whispering and awing over the baby. I chuckled softly then went back to checking my phone. Knowing Harry it had something to do with Instagram, so I opened the app and scrolled through to find Harry had indeed posted the picture of us and had the caption: familystagram. Welcome to the world Darcy!
I looked up at Harry who was talking, but stopped when he noticed me looking at him. “You did it Sammy!” he spoke quietly.
“No, Harry, we did it!”
“Harry, I’m pregnant” I said slowly with a gentle hand resting over the child forming inside me. He was shocked for the first couple of minutes after the announcement, but after he broke into a grin and swallowed me into a hug. “Our baby! This is exciting Sammy I’m going to be a dad!” he exclaimed.
Now at exactly nine months I was ready to deliver this baby. Harry had been home for the last two months of my pregnancy and it was a good thing so that the other guy’s could spend time with their loved ones. “And I’m going to feed you, and spoil you, and scare off all the mean boys who try to pick on you” Harry was talking to the baby, again. And she has been repeatedly kicking as he talks to her. “I’m not doctor, but I don’t think she can wait two weeks with how much she’s kicking” he stated boldly. “I would have to agree. Wanna help me up?” he then rushed to my side and helped me stand up from my comfy position in the recliner. “These strawberries are good! Where’d ya get ‘em?” and then a wild Irish man appeared. “Niall, when did you get here?” I asked confused. He just shrugged his shoulders and went back into the kitchen. Next thing you know Louis and Liam are going to be bursting in with shopping bags of baby stuff. “I just found the cutest onesie. I think she should wear when she’s born” Louis announced, walking in proudly. Spoke too soon.
“And we let him have a spare key why?”
“In case you go into labor and I’m not around. I mean it was your idea” he said cautiously.
I mentally cursed myself for allowing him to have the key. “Did Zayn happen to be behind you guys?” I asked. Louis only shrugged and shook his head while said man walked in saying, “Vas happenin everybody”.
“Well isn’t this the hangout of the year” I said under my breath.
“Would you look at the time? I should probably get to sleep while she isn’t kicking”
The guys each shouted good night except Harry who was behind me in walking up the stairs. I would have been in bed had it not been for the painful cramp that stopped me halfway up the stairs. “Sammy, you alright?” he asked with so many emotions in his tone it was hard to decipher if he was nervous, scared, or excited. “No. I think she’s ready” I said shakily, turning around on the stairs to go down. When I was firmly off the last step I asked Harry to get me to the car and send the guys to get some things. We carefully walked to the car, and I climbed in the backseat. I pulled out my phone and called my doctor so that she would be there at the hospital. Possibly the ten most agonizing minutes I’ve ever had to sit through (while in pain) later everyone was scurrying out of the house with bags in their hands, or in Niall’s case, food. Louis was just about to scoot in next to me when I asked him to drive.
“Why do you want me to…” he started, but was cut off when I firmly spoke and told him to drive. Harry looked confused, but opened the door and asked if I was alright. “Pleasant, as long as you’re sitting next to me. Niall please sit up front” I said as calmly as possible when nine months pregnant and rushing to the hospital. Finally our seating arrangements were made and off to the hospital we were. I had Harry and Zayn on either side of me holding my hands.
When we arrived at the hospital, the guys evacuated as quickly as possible grabbing my bags and helping me waddle to the doors. After checking in with the nurse I was sent down a hallway in a wheelchair with Harry by my side leaving four longing faces in the waiting area. Once I was all hooked up and checked the process did not go quickly. It was hours among hours of trying and crying, and Harry worrying. 12 hours and our 8lb Darcy was crying loud enough that I’m sure she could be heard in the waiting room. Harry cut the cord proudly as she was then swept away to be taken care of. “You did wonderful!” he said sweetly while placing a kiss on my cheek. Not soon enough Darcy was back swaddled in a blanket with a cute little hat. I held her while she calmed down and nestled softly in the blankets only to quickly fall asleep. “Would you like a picture?” one of the nursed asked Harry who was fumbling with his phone to take a picture. “Come here daddy. Darcy wants a picture” I said while patting a space on the bed. He looked me in the eyes and held my hand, then turned his head holding the same smile as the nurse took the picture. When Harry retrieved his phone he whispered a thank you before smirking at his phone messing around with something. Right as I was about to ask my phone buzzed lightly on the stand next to me. I reached over to grab it, but was handed it by Louis. Wait what? I looked up and saw the fabulous five standing in the room whispering and awing over the baby. I chuckled softly then went back to checking my phone. Knowing Harry it had something to do with Instagram, so I opened the app and scrolled through to find Harry had indeed posted the picture of us and had the caption: familystagram. Welcome to the world Darcy!
I looked up at Harry who was talking, but stopped when he noticed me looking at him. “You did it Sammy!” he spoke quietly.
“No, Harry, we did it!”
Notes
This is for sammy_1d_fan. I think I did well on this one!I am finally getting to these reequests so send in more please!
Also I will post the first two chapter of my story within the next few days. So check that out when it's up and comment so that I can post three more after that!
Link to outfit ---> http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=87564551
Sure! I don't know when I'll get to it or if I'll remember, but I'll add you to the list!
8/11/13