* ONE WEEK LATER *
“Good morning, and welcome to BBC Radio 1,” Grimmy grinned, his voice travelling around the little studio as well as the headphones settled and covering Harry’s ears. “On the show this morning we’ve got highlights of the live lounge from Annie Mac last week, we’ve also got the line-up and the location for the forthcoming Radio 1’s Big Weekend, and we have the very wonderful and very cockney Danny Dyer in the studio with us to talk about the soap award show this weekend,” his eyes wandered over to where Fiona was sitting, her mug of coffee steaming over her face as she looked back at Nick. “But first, we have a very close friend of mine. A dear man who is taking the world by storm just by being on the extended hiatus they have planned on taking. Please welcome, Harry Styles.”
“Hello. Hi. Good mornin’,” Harry smiled, giving a small smile to Nick. “Thank you for having me. S’been a while, hasn’t it?”
Touring with the boys and engaging in married life back behind closed doors, Harry had found it difficult to get out and enjoy life as a 24-year-old. Touring took up more time of his life than anything and he felt with that taking place, he wasn’t able to get out as much as he’d liked too to see his friends and the London crew that would participate in nights out, giving you a couple of hours notice usually before they hit the clubs and the alcohol. Accustoming his life and adjusting it to a certain lifestyle wasn’t easy for Harry, and growing up from 16 to his early twenties in a schedule of concerts, award shows and interviews, he found it tough to get back into a lifestyle of friendly meet ups and nights out in the clubs.
With married life in the mix, Harry wanted to spend as much time with you as possible due to the lack of commitment he felt he was putting into the relationship you both had. When it came to dating, you were both torn apart by his busy schedule and with the tours just taking place and kicking off in the arenas, finding time to be together was tougher than what had been expected. Now he was married to you, with you attached to him with a marriage certificate and a ring, he felt obliged to put in the effort and the commitment that had been missed all those years ago when you’d first began dating. The fear of being torn apart again being constant in not only Harry, but yourself as well.
“It’s been a while, for sure. We need you on more often. You always seem to boost my ratings up,” Nick laughed, clapping his hands in amusement as Harry bellowed out a loud laugh. “No, seriously, you’re so quiet and on the down-low. We miss you, buddy. You’re so inactive everywhere. Twitter, Instagram, everythin’,” Nick pointed out matter of factly, a smirk on his lips.
Privacy was something he was thankful he could have at times and in the pregnancy the both of you were experiencing, he felt blessed that he could do it without the worry of being plastered across the papers or on magazine covers with your privacy exposed and exploited for the entertainment of those in the general public as well as those fans who were wanting to keep up to date with everything. Who wanted to know the ins and outs of what Harry was like behind closed doors, and how he was towards you when you weren’t surrounded by paparazzi and the large groups of fans eager to get photos and selfies and videos.
Ever since you had known him, he was one to not enjoy social media and letting everyone know his business and you felt comfortable knowing he wasn’t telling and tweeting everyone to let them know what you were doing at that very second, posting photos without your consent and letting people revel in the fact that you made normal things look so amazing.
“V’been busy. You know that. Married life n’all that is keeping me on my toes,” Harry confessed, a blush on his cheeks. “I’ve got my missus to look after, and I’ve been writing in the studio some days for some upcoming singers and bands, and I’ve been keeping busy with being fit and going out for runs in the mornings and everything,” Harry explained.
“You seem to have forgotten one minor little something you’ve been busy with, Styles. You care to add that in with the mix, hm?” Grimmy wondered, watching as Harry found it impossible to hide a smile from his lips.
A smile that would make its way onto his lips every time the mention of his little baby was brought up. Whether it be in conversation with a friend, telling his mother and Robin about scans and check ups, or even telling people about big milestones that were happening. The familiar smile was sculpted onto his face when he took the first few days after the kicking of your baby to talk to everyone he knew. Expressing the big occurrence that had happened and letting them know just how it felt and how amazed he was that his little baby was settled and making a home in his wife’s belly.
“Yeah. Me and the missus want to keep it out of the public eye as much as possible, as you know, but yeah. We’ve been going for hospital appointments and ultrasounds to get some looks at Baby Styles,” Harry said, exuberance and admiration lacing in his voice. Hospital appointments and ultrasounds that he had put down in his diary and in his journal as well as in a reminder tab on his phone to make sure he wasn’t double booked; he wanted to be there for every scan and ever appointment and every class to ensure you weren’t feeling along and that you weren’t feeling like a single mother who had a husband that didn’t care. “I mean; it’s been really good to not be so in the public eye as well. We’ve been happy doing married life things as well as going out and about without having our actions posted and printed on magazine fronts. Like, don’t get me wrong, it’s brilliant doing what we do on stage and when the band are altogether but we lose that sense of privacy and our pregnancy is working out really well against the hiatus,” Harry finished, coughing slightly into his fist to clear his scratchy throat, sleep still lingering in his throat with his breath catching every now and then.
“Fatherhood is looking good on you, mate. Except for the chub around that belly of yours. S’happening there?” Grimmy laughed, a giggle leaving Fiona’s lips as Harry swung round and gave her a playful frown.
He’d never given it a second glance when he was in the shower or when he walked passed a mirror with a towel wrapped around his hips or a shirt missing from his body. He’d paid attention to your needs and you rather than himself and he just assumed that he was still in the shape he was in before the pregnancy had even begun and the talks of having a baby were just pillow talk in the early hours of the morning. With everything finally taking place and the symptoms beginning to show, he had found it more and more enticing to join you in your cravings and join you at the table with a sandwich or a plate of food for himself as well as for you whenever you were in need of one.
“Nothing’s happening. (Y/N)’s been having crazy midnight cravings and she demands for me to go to store to suffice the need and everything. I can’t help but sneak a little something in, so, her cravings are mine,” Harry laughed, nodding along with his words. “She’s not complaining though. Although my sister seems to keep thinking I’m the pregnant one rather than my missus,” Harry added through laughter, earning a chuckle from Nick as he adjusted the headphones on his head.
“You’re not pregnant either, are you?”
“No, no. Unfortunately, I don’t have the equipment legible enough for childbirth and bringing babies into the world. Props off to my missus for what’s about to come. We’ve been told about everything, and we’ve been advised to watch videos and keep up with research on childbirth which has been quite nerve wracking,” Harry admitted softly, puffing his cheeks out with a breath.
“Do we know the genders yet? Or are we not finding out?” Grimmy wondered.
“We’ve actually got that appointment around lunch time. Which is why I’ve got the morning slot for the interview,” Harry confessed softly. “I go straight from here to pick her up and we’re going out for a quick breakfast before we go to the appointment. This is the exciting one though. We get to see and know what gender our little one is.”
And it was the appointment the two of you were most excited for. It was becoming tough to answer budding questions from your families about names and whether you had been clothes shopping or if you’d come up with colour schemes for the nursery set up at the end of the hallway on the second level of the house. You’d been wanting to know for days, and leading up to the appointment, you felt that time was passing slowly and that it was mocking the excitement you were holding inside of you. You knew, that as soon as you’d have knowledge in what was growing inside of you, you’d be attached to the laptop with a journal set on Harry’s lap as you discussed in depth just what you wanted your child to be named for the rest of their life.
“That’s pretty wicked. What are you hoping for?”
Harry wanted to say a little girl. He’d been secretly hoping he had worked his part in making a little lady to be born to look just like her mother – you. He wanted another you. He wanted a little girl that was a mix of his favourite women; his mother, his sister and you. His three favourites all in one that he could cherish close to his chest, and watch her grow into something worthy and independent for herself.
But he wasn’t one to be claimed as a favouritist. He was fine with anything because, he knew he shouldn’t be upset and devastated with the gender your baby was. As long as he had a healthy little one to watch grow up into someone amazing, then he was a happy father and he couldn’t ask for anything better. And with the constant questions from the boys or his family or even your family, his answer would always be constituted of the same thing.
“I don’t really mind. As long as they’re healthy and come out screaming. But, my missus has a hunch it’s a little boy, and I had a hunch it’s a girl. I’d love one of both and I’m already pleading (Y/N) for another one after we have our first,” Harry chuckled, his mind wandering to how you’d react when you heard his little but very true confession. “We’re pretty excited for either.”
“I’ve been getting tonnes of tweets in right now, some claiming how they’re too tired for school yet thrilled to be listening to this at almost quarter past 6 in the morning, and some are getting in with the poll Fiona has just put out on Twitter,” Grimmy stated, “a poll including what they think your baby is going to be. There’s currently 68 percent who think it’s going to be a girl and there’s 32 percent who think it’s going to be a boy.”
“I mean, the idea of Harry Styles with a little baby girl is very heart-warming,” Fiona perked up, a smile on her lips as she caught eyes with Harry. “Like, every girl thinks of you as a daddy to a girl. Even my mind goes to that. I have no idea why, but it’s so heart-warming to think of and I think that speaks out to every fangirl out there of One Direction,” she explained.
Harry, being the sneaky little stalker he was prone to being on social media, had seen many edits or tweets and even writings about how it was so heart-warming to think and picture him as a daddy to a little girl. People loved the idea and thrived to the feeling of fuzziness at the imagery of Harry and a baby, but it intensified when people thought of the gender of said baby was a girl. He wasn’t sure what it was and he wasn’t sure why people thought he would have a girl himself, but, it planted an idea in his mind that maybe he was cut out to be a father.
“She has a point. Just thinking of the idea makes me feel all warm and fuzzy,” Grimmy teased.
“Alright, alright. Let’s move on, shall we?” Harry flushed, his cheeks bright pink as his palms covered his face. “Aren’t we meant to be talking about what work I have planned for the break and everything?”
“Yeah, but, fatherhood is work in a way, isn’t it? I’ve not seen you in a while, catch me up on what’s happened. You presented an award at the American Music Awards just a week, didn’t you? How was that? Did it feel good to be back in the states?” Grimmy wondered.
His second home.
A place he missed dearly when he got messages and notifications from those in the LA crew that he would spend his time with out there. Jeff and Glenne and James and Julia being just two of the couples he spent his time with, babysitting Max when James and his missus wanted a night out for dinner or a catch up with those who they wouldn’t see as often. He knew that now was going to be tough because at some point in the pregnancy, you were going to be unable to fly on such long haul flights from one continent to another, for times like 11 hours with limited space to get comfortable and settle down in a state of comfort for sleep or a relax. And he had spoken about trying to get a few little trips to Los Angeles in to decorate and baby proof the LA home Harry had purchased, adding in and talking about what room the nursery would best be in for when you took a visit out when the baby was old enough to fly.
“It felt good. I mean, I’m not going to be going out as often now that my missus is pregnant but it was good to go out and have a public appearance where we could clear up the rumours on our pregnancy and everything,” Harry stated, a chuckle leaving his mouth. “I mean, the craziest thing we’ve heard since we came public with the pregnant was when The Sun brought out the story that she was pregnant with someone elses child as (Y/N) was seen out with another guy, when in fact, it was just Gemma’s boyfriend and they were shopping for a present for Gemma,” Harry chuckled.
You had both been prone to being the butt end of the rumours being spread around in the magazines and the papers, and you both had a fair share of mixed stories that had given the general public a false pretence. There were some where you were considered his long-lost cousin, and there were some where he was considered to be dating you for the idea of him getting over Kendall – a girl he had helped out in the public with no intentions of even wanting a future with. And the craziest was indeed the ones when you were considered to be dating someone who was somewhat part of his family or his friendship group. Your name had been used in photos of his cousin and his band when they went out with their girlfriend, and your face had been used for another name, as well as Harry’s name being confused with the names of the boys or part of the crew.
“I remember that. I had a good old chuckle with Tina about that when she spoke about it on the radio Newsbeat,” Grimmy laughed, clapping his hands together in amusement. “She’s not, is she? This isn’t some crazy Jeremy Kyle story, right? We’re not going to see you on some special celebrity edition of Jezza, are we?” Grimmy teased, earning a middle finger to be thrown at him from across the desk, a smirk on Harry’s face.
“No. That’s utter rubbish. We’re happy. That’s my baby she’s carrying, and there is no other guy included in this,” Harry smiled, a wash of relief coursing through his veins. “I think we had a good laugh about that with Gemma and her boyfriend. It was quite comical to talk about over dinner one night at our place. But no. We’re not going to be on Jeremy Kyle, I promise. Our little family is as good as it will ever be. No stupid conspiracies or behind the scenes activity going on.”
“Damn it, I was hoping to come and see you on the show. Come sit in the audience,” Grimmy taunted, a roll of Harry’s eyes making him laugh. “You’re very sassy in the morning, aren’t you? You just previously gave me the middle finger and now you’re rolling your eyes. How does my darling (Y/N) cope with the nonsense you must give her?”
With any attitude he would give to you, you reprimanded with much more attitude. With a pop to your hip and a hand on your waist, you have a reply back that would knock him speechless with a smirk on his face. His body shuffling back into the sofa as he watched you saunter around the room, his ankles crossing as you occasionally walked past and swatted at his thigh or his arm, and sometime to his head softly as he chuckled loudly.
He was no stranger to your sass, and you were no stranger to his.
“She actually reprimands with more sassiness in the mornings. She’s changed. Pregnancy has changed her,” Harry chuckled. “But, I wouldn’t change it for the world. She’s being a trooper through this whole thing.”
“She’s a trooper anyway, isn’t she? I know the last 5 years have been tough on you. Like, the 5 years I’ve known her, she just takes it as it comes and doesn’t retaliate back much. She’s so down-to-earth and calm when someone tells her she’s not worthy enough of you or how she isn’t the right guy for you. I feel if someone said that to me about you, I’d punch them in the face. I don’t hold back,” Grimmy laughed.
“I think, there are times in our relationship where she wants to lash out. Even now that we’re married, she still gets some pretty harsh comments about how she’s not great for me or how she’s not the best girl for me and that I should go back to models and singers and all that. I think it’s hard for her, for sure. But, at the end of the day, she gets me. She swept me off my feet the moment I saw her in the corner coffee shop that morning,” Harry chuckled. “Let’s not go there though. It’s still quite a little upsetting. She ruined a good pair of boots that day,” he chuckled, looking down at his phone.
His phone screen lighting up to show a photo he had taken sneakily of you when you were back in Los Angeles for the American Music Awards. You had your back to him where he was laid out on the bed, a pair of boxers on his hips and his shirtless body propped up by his pillows, the comforter and the duvet thrown towards the end of the bed as he let his body cool down from the hot atmosphere. A mug of tea was in your hands as you stood by the window of the master bedroom, looking over the front yard as the cars owning to those living on the streets drove up and down. It was an almost silhouette photo, your hair pulled back into a bun as your baby bump was more prominent – your skin bare with a sports bra covering your chest and a pair of Harry’s sweats covering your legs.
“It’s the best story though. I always crack up.”
“Shut up, mate.”
“She brought you another pair though, din’t she? Not YSL ones, but they looked spot on,” Grimmy pointed out, as Harry nodded in agreement. A pair of shop brought shoes that you had given to him on your first date, a chuckle leaving his lips when he opened the box to reveal a pair of brown suede boots that he knew were from one of the shops in town, but didn’t have the heart to point out because he appreciated the gesture as much as a girl would when the male would bring flowers on a first date. “But look at her now, she treats you to everything, you lucky sod.”
“I am lucky, innit. She’s brilliant and I’m blessed with a beauty for the rest of my life. I’m not even thinking of leaving her or Baby Styles or anything. She teases at how she hates that she’s stuck with me for the rest of her life, but I think she loves the idea really,” Harry reasoned, a smile on his lips.
“Well, I’m glad you two have come this far,” Grimmy admitted, with truthfulness in his voice. He could speak for everyone who knew the both of you behind the photos and the magazine articles and paper stories. There was a change in the both of you, physically and the way you were as a person, and it was evident that the other had influenced a good change. “Now, let’s move on from baby talk, shall we? I can see you getting all excited and I’m worried about your face because your cheeks will kill,” Grimmy teased, grabbing his water and taking a sip from the glass. “Let’s have a song on, shall we? Then we’ll get back to talking about what you’re getting up too in this break from One Direction.”
“Sounds great. I really need a wee, anyway,” Harry chuckled, pulling his headphones off of his head and hanging them over the microphone.
“There we have it. An exclusive from Harry Styles. He needs a wee,” Grimmy laughed, leaning back in the office-like chair and letting it swing around as he watched Harry make his way out of the little studio area with a smirk on his face and his head ducked down to his chest.
* *
Harry settled back in the purple office-like chair, as he listened to Grimmy chat to the listeners of Radio 1. Letting them know that Harry’s time had come to an end and that his next guest – Danny Dyer – was just moments away from gracing their ears with the chatter for the next award show that was taking place on TV at the weekend that was upcoming. As his green eyes scanned around the little studio room, his eyes went to the little red ‘LIVE’ sign that promptly switched off at the switch of a button as Grimmy ended his part, his attention turning back to Harry as he gave him a smile.
“Thanks for popping by, mate. It’s always good to see you. Even if it is in the early hours of the morning,” Grimmy smiled, standing from his place. “Obviously, we’ll have to do a InstaGrim booth. You up for that?”
“Sure thing. Then I must go. I’ve got about 10 minutes to get home,” Harry chuckled, crunching up the water bottle in his hand and throwing it in the bin as he followed Nick out of the little studio room. “Do you want to pop round sometime soon? I know my missus wants to throw a little get-together for everyone.”
“Will she able to do that? I know she’s got to take it easy and everything,” Grimmy smiled, turning on his heel as he stood in front of the little photo booth he had nicknamed the InstaGrim Booth. “Even if it’s just a little meal out, I’m good. I’d love too. I may have gotten a few little baby necessities for you to have. Just dummies and a few little unisex baby grows. Me and Alexa went out the other day and had a look. We just couldn’t resist not having a little peak in the baby story,” he laughed, pulling the curtain back and letting Harry shuffle his way in.
“It will probably be a little meal down the road from here. I’m not sure yet. She wants the boys as well as you and the London crew that we don’t see as often. I mean, James is over, isn’t he? And she wants to see him and Julia and Max,” Harry explained. A smile on his lips as Grimmy shuffled in beside him, a smirk on his face.
“Well, just keep me up to date with everything, won’t you? Don’t forget me,” Grimmy said.
“We won’t.”
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nicholasgrimshaw: Thanks for popping by, Harry Styles. Good luck with Baby Styles. I expect godfather duties. #instagrimbooth #bbcradio1 #breakfastshow
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The sun was warm, bearing down from the cloudless sky as you and Harry made your way down the streets from the little café you had sufficed your hunger in as well as the baby store you had popped into when your eyes caught sight of the baby-grows hanging in the window. A cooked breakfast and a mug of tea filling your cravings as well as your stomach over the course of half an hour, as well as sneaking a couple of strips of bacon from Harry’s plate when he wasn’t looking – yet he noticed when he realised the number of strips he’d asked for had gone down, and he knew it wasn’t him eating them because he hadn’t taken a bite since his plate had arrived at the table. He wasn’t one to swipe at your hand, and if it made you feel full and ready to go about the day, then who was he to tell you no.
As you walked down the street, cars passing and beeping to others, there was a comfortable silence between the both of you. Your minds free from anything, yet, you felt that you didn’t need to converse with Harry to know he was there. Just having him beside you, his hand in yours as he held onto the bag containing necessities for your baby.
“How was the interview this morning? I missed it. I went back to sleep when you left this morning,” you admitted softly, breaking the silence between the both of you, with your hand lodged in Harry’s as he swung them back and forth between you. His free hand holding onto a bag of baby clothes and necessities that you had found in the shop window. “I’ll just catch up on YouTube or Twitter if I have too.”
“It wasn’t bad. Spoke about you and Baby Styles and we just had a chat like normal. Added in what I’ve got planned for the hiatus and everything, and yeah, it went smoothly. We had a big debate about what we think Baby Styles is going to be as well,” Harry chuckled softly, his eyes casting down to you and smiling softly. His eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Oh really, now?” You questioned curiously. “What did they think?”
“They ran a poll on Twitter and the majority of the fans think we’ll have a little girl. And then Fiona and Grimmy thought they’d be all funny and say how it’s a fuzzy feeling to think of me with a newborn girl,” he flushed, his attention turning to where a small mob was forming and walking towards the two of you.
“I love the idea of you with a little girl, but, I have a motherly instinct of it being a boy. We’re going to have a mini you running around, I know it.”
“Ah, y’see, I think we’ll have a little girl. A cute, little lady who will look a lot like you and she’ll be so cute,” Harry grinned, his eyes switching from the small mob at the end of the road and down to you as you noticed the girls squealing and looking to the both of you as you slowed down your pace. You weren’t agitated with them coming towards you – they were the ones that had given your husband his dream job – however you felt somewhat irritated with the idea that they had disrupted a little private moment between the two of you. “Right, stay close to me, okay? This could get a little rough. I don’t want you getting hurt, okay? We’ll get back to the car as soon as we can, okay? It’s just down the road over there, so, stay holding onto me.”
You were familiar with the mobs and the crowds of fans who were eager to get a photo, and a hug, and a touch and smell of your husband, feeling like they were on cloud nine as they realised they were just centimetres away from their idol. Someone they loved and had adored for years and years, supporting him with whatever he was doing and always being there to give him attention when it was most necessary; charity work and his song writing credits weren’t to go missed in the fandom. It got bad – you weren’t going to lie. But you felt safe and secure with Harry who would make sure he was beside you or would make sure you made it through with a security member or Preston, depending on whether it was tour related or if you had a date night outside of his work schedule. His arm would stay wrapped around your waist, a tight hold to your hip as he guided you through the crowds where tugging and pulling and touches were going to be given in answer and response to trying to reach out for Harry.
“Harry, I’ll be okay. I’ll go over to the car and we’ll be fine,” you smiled, running a flat palm across your small bump that was slightly showing from beneath the knitted sweater you had pulled on in a haste that morning. “I’ll let you have some time with them, okay? But we need to leave for the hospital soon. We have about half an hour.
But he wouldn’t have it.
“I’d feel a bit more comfortable if you stayed by my side rather than forcing your way through the crowd, okay? Just stay holding onto my arm and we’ll try and make it as easy as possible for us to get through. We’ll make it to the hospital in time, I promise,” Harry smiled, pressing his lips in a comforting kiss to your forehead. “Let’s go.”
And you weren’t ready for the squeals and the screams to intensify as Harry gave his attention to the girls who were waiting patiently for him to come towards them.
“Harry, oh my god, hi! Hi. How are you? Are you okay? It’s so good to meet you again,” you heard come from the middle of the crowd, the pushing intensifying as they tried to all gather around Harry. “Harry, can we get selfies? We’ve been trying to find you all morning and when you said you were going out for breakfast, we just had to look for you,” you heard the same voice say, and as you looked up, you could match the voice to a face. A smile on the young girls face as she looked at Harry with admiration in her eyes.
“We actually have an appointment to be getting too, so, we should probably make this quick if we want selfies. There are a bloody lot of you,” Harry laughed, his hand dropping from yours to run through his hair and adjust his style and letting the strands cascade down his shoulders. “Come on then. Be careful of my missus, yeah? She’s carrying some precious cargo in there,” Harry grinned down at you, sending you a wink as you blushed softly.
As he began to take selfies, it became more closely packed and people were pushing to be closer to him to give them better access and a quicker moment to get a photo with him. Their phones tight in their hands as they tried to get as close as they could, ready to take multiple selfies and get a quick yet sneaky hug in before he moved on to the next girl who was standing around and waiting for her turn. It began to get more rowdy when girls were panicking that they weren’t going to get a selfie, and you felt yourself in the middle of everything. Being hustled and bustled around, and loosing your place beside Harry and moving further away from him.
And as Harry tried to keep his focus on the selfies he was taking, he couldn’t help but keep looking over at you as you tried your hardest to be as perky as you could with the fans who had chosen to try and make you feel welcomed into the group and where curious to know how you were feeling as well as how Baby Styles was. But he found the uncomfortable feeling in your face, and he knew you were struggling in the crowd.
“Right, let’s back up a little, shall we? It’s getting a bit of a tight squeeze in here,” Harry smiled softly, his eyes looking down protectively at you as you tried your hardest to stay beside him as best as possible. With fans wanting to take photos with you, it was becoming tough to stay close to him and it was tough to grab a hold on him to stay balanced as well as secure. “Guys, come on. It’s a bit tough to move and (Y/N) needs some spac- Hey, no. No, don’t push her please. She’s not in the condition to be pushed. She’s pregnant,” Harry warned, sternness and anger in his voice.
“Harry, can we get a few more selfies? And can we hug?”
“Harry, come here!”
“Harry, Harry, we haven’t had a photo yet.”
“Guys, I’m going to have to cut this short. It’s getting a bit too rough for (Y/N). We can take a group shot, but me and (Y/N) need to leave soon. Let’s all get it,” Harry stated, waving his arms above the group to coax them into the frame of the camera someone was using to capture the group shot for them. “Please, don’t push (Y/N). Be careful ar- Fuck, (Y/N), are you okay? Where are you?” Harry questioned, standing up on his toes to look amongst the small mob in front of him, his eyes darting around to find any sudden dips and gaps in the group in case you’d fallen.
“She’s here. She’s over here, Harry! She’s having trouble breathing, I think she’s panicking,” someone called out, his head whipping around to where the panic-stricken voice sounded. “Harry!”
“M’coming. M’coming, guys. Let me through please. I need to get going. It’s been a pleasure to meet you, thank you. Thank you for stopping. But we really need to go,” Harry reasoned, making his way through the parted group and seeing you hunched over and with your forearms leaning against the wall. A fan standing beside you, a bottle of water in her hands as she rubbed your back soothingly. “(Y/N), sweetheart, hey. It’s okay. I’m here. Come on, let’s go,” Harry cooed, smiling at the fan as she nervously smiled back. “Thank you for looking after her, love. I appreciate that.”
“That’s okay. I hope everything is okay. Good luck at the appointment today,” the fan smiled, handing her water bottle to you. “It’s a new water bottle. I’ve only just brought it. I wouldn’t give it if it was open and everything,” she panicked, as Harry chuckled softly and took it from her, unscrewing the cap.
“Thank you, love. That’s greatly appreciated. It’s been great to meet you,” Harry smiled, holding the open water bottle out to you as you took it with a shaky hand. “What happened, hm? I told you to stay close to me.”
“I tried too. But, people were pushing and trying to get to you and I felt all hot and I went dizzy and I just had to get out,” you murmured, taking a small sip of the water and letting the cool liquid trail down your throat. “Can we just go to the hospital? We’re going to be late otherwise,” you whispered, turning around and standing straight as the girl who had helped gave you a soft hug.
“I hope you feel better soon, (Y/N). I hope Baby Styles is good and healthy as well, and I’m really excited to see what you’re having. I see the poll on Radio 1 this morning and I’m with the minority group. I think you’re having a little boy,” she grinned, making your smile widen.
“See, Harry?”
“Alright, alright. We could be having a boy,” he chuckled, placing an arm around your shoulder and tightening his grip on the bag of baby grows in his hand. “As long as they’re healthy and come out crying, I’ll be a happy daddy.”
“You’re already happy daddy,” you cooed, patting his belly softly. “It was lovely to meet you, love. Thank you for the water. You’re a sweetheart.”
“No problem, it’s okay. Now, go. Or you’ll be late. Thank you for stopping for us, Harry. Sorry things got so rowdy and crazy,” she apologised, as Harry smiled. “Good luck with everything. I can’t wait to see the little one.”
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The little sonographer office was spacey and roomy and it lacked the smell of sanitary that a hospital would have. Sophie’s midwifery office back at the hospital smelling strong of the antibacterial hand gel you were advised to wear, a couple of squirts into your hand as you and Harry stepped into the midwifery unit. You felt unusual being in a room that you’d never been in before, and you had an unsettling feeling in your belly as you hopped up on the examination table – with the help of Harry’s hands on your jean-covered hips – with an unfamiliar and unknown woman, named Julie, walking around and gathering the equipment needed to give you a sonogram appointment.
“Are we ready to see Baby Styles then? I know you’ve been really excited for this appointment, haven’t you? Sophie’s told me all about how excited you are to know what the sex is,” Julie explained, a sonogram screen set up and level with her head as she held the transducer in her hand as she sat herself down in her chair. With Sophie transferring you to the hospital to a professional sonographer, Julie had been your assigned one and she felt honoured and pleased to be the one showing you the little body components visible of the baby growing inside of you.
“We’ve been so excited for this. We’ve had many heated debates on what we think they are and we just can’t settle on anything,” you giggled, your hand sweating in Harry’s hold as Julie laughed softly. “We haven’t even thought of baby names just yet. We want to know for definite before we go making final decisions on names and everything.”
“That’s a good idea to do. Don’t make any final decisions and don’t go shopping for clothes until you know the gender is,” Julie laughed, taking the bottle of clear gel from the assistant sonographer and holding it tightly in her hands. “Now, you’ve had this many times, but, I’ll remind you again. It’s cold, so don’t flinch and move or it’ll go over your sweater,” Julie explained, smiling as Harry helped you roll up the hem of his sweater covering your torso cosily.
“I’m just sort of already used to it now, you know?” You giggled, shuffling around on the examination bed and crossing your ankles over. “It just gets me all excited. We get to see our little one, all cosy and comfy in there,” you cooed, watching Julie’s moves as she squeezed some of the clear gel onto the curve of the almost 5-month baby bump.
“We had a bit of a problem before we arrived her. We were walking back to the car after breakfast and a little walk around the town and we got surrounded by a few fans who wanted some photos and selfies,” Harry explained, his hand tight in yours as his thumb ran across your knuckles, “and (Y/N) had a bit of a problem with it. She felt like she couldn’t breath and we had a little moment where she felt dizzy. That wouldn’t have harmed the baby in any way, would it?”
“It shouldn’t have. Have you been feeling soft flutters and kicks happening on the journey here, or has it be still the entire time?” Julie wondered, looking up at the screen as she ran the transducer across your belly.
“There were a few flutters. Nothing felt off with the baby or anything, I just had a little panicky moment where I felt trapped,” you reasoned, watching as Julie quietened and gave her full attention to the screen, soft nods being given.
“It hasn’t harmed the baby in anyway, I promise. They’re still in here, squirming and breathing and the heart beat looks perfect. Nothing affected the baby at all. Which is great news,” Julie smiled, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion as she found just the place she needed to detect what gender Baby Styles was. “She seems perfectly fine,” she subtly let out, a smile on her lips as she looked to you.
“She?”
“We’re having a girl? She?” Harry whispered.
“A little girl, indeed. Would you like to have a little look?” Julie smiled, turning the screen to give you and Harry better access to see the screen where you baby was printed. “She seems to be growing a lot quicker than expected but that’s normal. She’s got her ears and her arms and her legs, and she’ll be able to hear little conversations you have with her, with little response kicks if she reacts well to the sound of yours or the daddy’s voice,” Julie smiled to Harry as his eyes stayed focused on the screen, his free elbow resting on his knee with his bottom lip pulled and being fumbled between his thumb and his forefinger.
His eyes glossing and going glassy as you realised he was tearing up. Getting emotional, like he had told his mother he probably wouldn’t do.
“Harry?” You whispered, squeezing the hand in yours. The rings on his fingers cold and slippery in your sweating and nervous palm. “Harry, baby, are you okay?”
“Uh-huh. M’fine, m’just, that’s our little girl. We’re having a little girl, (Y/N). A girl. A baby girl,” he whispered, his eyes filling with tears as his bottom lips wobbled. “We’re really having a baby, (Y/N),” his voice cracked as he spoke softly, the tears building in his eyes as a couple left and dribbled down his cheek. “I don’t want to cry, but, this is just amazing. We’re really having a little girl.”
“A little girl, Harry. We’ve got a baby girl coming,” you grinned, reaching your free hand up to his face as cupping his cheek in your palm. “I love you so much. We’re doing this. We’ve got a little girl coming. You’re not feeling outnumbered by girls, are you?” You questioned, a wet giggle leaving your lips and it was then that you realised you’d started to cry and there was no holding back to the emotions as Harry let out a soft yet happy sob.
“We’re having a baby!” He cried out, standing up from his seat and pulling you into a hug as best as he could without getting the clear gel on either of your outfits. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” you giggled, running your fingers through his hair and massaging them softly into his scalp. “We get to go girl shopping now, and buy some pretty clothes for her. And you can buy those Chelsea boots you saw for her for her older years,” you cooed, his head pulling back to look at you.
“I can’t wait. My little lady will be spoilt rotten for sure, by me and my mum and my sister and the boys. She’ll be incredibly loved,” he cooed, and boy was he right with that statement.

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