Harry Styles-Wilson: Hockey Husband [Sequel to Harry Who?] (Completed)

As soon as Harry and Ellie found out they were pregnant, Harry instantly became Ellie’s personal assistant whether she wanted it or not. When they traveled, he insisted on carrying her bags for her, even her purse, and made sure she always had water, and whatever food she was craving on hand. He also seemed to take it quite personally whenever she suffered from morning sickness, and apologized profusely every time she got sick.

“This is all my fault,” he lamented as he held her hair for her. “I’m so sorry I’ve done this to you, love.”

“Harry,” Ellie said hoarsely once she’d stopped. “It’s not your fault - you didn’t do this to me.” She shook her head and almost laughed, but worried it would upset her stomach again.

“I didn’t?!” Harry asked in mock surprised, and this time Ellie couldn’t help but giggle.

“Okay, yes you did get me pregnant, but you are not making me sick.” She looked down at her stomach, at the ever growing baby-bump. “He’s making me ill.”

“Wait, you think it’s a boy?” Now Harry was truly shocked.

Ellie shrugged. “It’s just a feeling, intuition, I guess.”

“Okay, because I thought we both agreed not to find out the gender until it’s born. That was your idea, if I recall…” Harry had been a bit reluctant to agree, but he didn’t want to stress Ellie, so he gave in to her ‘demands’ - she had merely asked ‘do you want to find out if it’s a girl or a boy at the next ultrasound, or no?’ To which Harry responded, ‘not if you don’t want to.’ Yet, he was dying to know if he was having a little girl or not.

They left it at that, and at the next ultrasound, the 20 week halfway point, the doctor asked if they would like to know the sex of the baby.

“We’re going to wait,” Harry answered, even though Ellie just shrugged.

“Wonderful, and if you don’t mind, I have an intern shadowing me, and I’d like her to do the ultrasound today.” The doctor explained. “She just needs to perform a few more in order to complete her training, but if you’d rather it just be the three of us today, I’d understand.” She continued, knowing that the couple didn’t want the news to go public yet.

“That would be fine,” Ellie answered quickly, wanting to get it over with.

“I-uh...okay,” Harry reluctantly smiled and agreed - if that’s what Ellie wanted, then he wanted it too.

The doctor smiled and left to get the intern.

“Are you sure about this?” Harry asked Ellie once they were alone.

“Yeah, I mean, it’s not like the intern can say anything - doctor/patient confidentiality and all.”

“But she’s not really our doctor…” The doctor returned with the intern and Harry stopped talking. Before he could finish his thought, it was immediately obvious his concerns were confirmed: the intern was a fan.

“This is Ashleigh, and she will perform the ultrasound under my supervision.” The doctor explained, and sat down to observe her student.

Ashleigh was nervous, but politely introduced herself before getting started. Everything looked okay, and the procedure went smoothly. Harry completely forgot Ashleigh was a fan, despite her furtive looks at him when he wasn’t looking. As the exam ended, the doctor excused herself from the room to answer a call, since the ultrasound had gone well, she wasn’t really needed anymore.

When they finished, Ellie got up to use the bathroom and clean all the ultrasound goo off, leaving Harry alone with the fan/intern.

“If you’d like to pick out a few images from the ultrasound we can send them to you,” Ashleigh instructed.

“Okay, umm….” Harry scanned the images taken and found a few that looked nice.

“Good choice, she looks really great in that one,” Ashleigh said.

“She?” Harry’s eyes popped out of his head, and the intern realized her mistake.

“Um, yeah, your wife,” Ashleigh corrected, but blushed profusely.

Harry cocked his head and pointed to the image. “That’s the inside of my wife’s uterus, and you think it looks nice in that picture?” He wasn’t exactly mad -more ecstatic that he’d finally found out- but he knew Ellie didn’t want to know.

“Yup,” Ashleigh gulped.

“Well, don’t tell her that, she doesn't want to know,” he said quietly as Ellie emerged from the bathroom.

“Are we all set?” She asked, looking between harry and the blushing intern. Ashleigh had an odd look on her face, whilst Harry was masking a smirk.
“Yes, we’ll get these images to you soon,” Ashleigh explained, sounding less confident than before.

“Let me carry your purse for you,” Harry said, and snathed the item before Ellie could. They left hand in hand, taking a back exit out of the hospital so they wouldn’t be seen.

They drove home in relative silence as Ellie looked over the images they had sent. Yet, that was not the main topic on Ellie’s mind at the moment.

“What did you and that intern talk about while I was in the bathroom?” Ellie asked abruptly and startled Harry.

“Nothing really, why?” Harry answered quickly - probably too quickly, as Ellie was on alert now.

“You were whispering something to her and her cheeks were flushed…”
“It...it was nothing, really,” Harry tightened his grip on the steering wheel, an action Ellie noticed. He was always so bad at lying, especially to Ellie. “She’s a fan, that’s all.”

“I see,” Ellie nodded, not feeling ameliorated by that explanation, since it really didn’t explain anything. “A One Direction fan or a solo Harry style fan?”

“Un...she didn’t say.”

“So what did she say?” Ellie was starting to lose her patience, but she really didn’t want to get mad at Harry over something so circumstantial. It certainly looked like something other than a standard fan interaction, but she didn’t want to think Harry was lying to her.

But, he was, and it was sending his heart into overdrive just thinking about it. He was doing it for her own good, right? She didn’t want to know the gender, so he was doing her a favor by keeping it a secret, right?

Ellie kept quiet on this subject for a while, since it was clear she wasn’t getting anything else from Harry - despite it being clear he was hiding something. She blamed her pregnancy hormones for the paranoia and tried to more on, but her mind kept replaying that smile he had on his face as he whispered to the girl, her cheeks flushed with...lust? Ellie assumed so, and she’d had enough encounters with his fans to expect that reaction from them.

Yet, she had never seen Harry whisper anything to a fan like that. What had he said to her? Was he flirting? Was this why he was being overly-extra nice to her? Ellie looked down at her stomach covered by a once-loose fitting, now-tight hoodie, and her comfy pajama pants, and the slippers she seemed to wear constantly now that her feet had begun to swell, and shook her head.

‘I don’t blame him’ Ellie thought, and tears started rolling down her cheeks. She leaned against the wall and slowly slid to the floor bawling.

“Ellie?” Harry called from his office -where he was penning a few lyrics for his second album- after he heard a thud. “Ellie?!” He called again more frantically and dropped his pen. He rushed upstairs and found her in the spare room they had designated as the nursery, curled up on the floor.

“Oh god Ellie, are you okay?” Harry rushed to her side and gently lifted her tear-stained face. “Is it the baby? Is she okay?”

Ellie nodded, as tears formed at the corners of her eyes and realized how dumb she’d been for even thinking Harry might cheat on her.

“What’s wrong, love?” He asked soothingly, and tried to wipe away her tears with his hand.

“It’s nothing,” she sniffled and sat up.

“You can tell me, it’s okay,” Harry coaxed softly.

“It’s dumb, but..I thought you might have been flirting with that intern,” Ellie finally said and Harry laughed.

“No, definitely not.” He reassured. “I was just making sure she wouldn't let our little secret out.”

“Oh, that’s all?” Ellie laughed. “I was so worked up over nothing! I thought that because I was getting fat, and can’t wear anything but sweatpants these days…”

“You’re not fat, you just have another person living inside of you, that’s all,” Harry corrected. “And I think you are almost more beautiful now than you’ve ever been, no matter what you’re wearing.”

Ellie smiled back at him and blinked away the remaining tears. “I don’t feel that way, but thank you.”

“You’re absolutely radiating, it’s incredibly alluring,” Harry murmured as he leaned in to kiss her.

“You don’t have a pregnancy fetish, do you?” Ellie joked and kissed him back.

“Maybe I do,” Harry smiled jokingly before kissing her cheek and wrapping her in an embrace, placing his hand on the baby bump.

“Eww,” Ellie laughed.

“I think she likes that,” he said softly, “she’s moving. You like the sound of your mum’s laugh?” He leaned closer to ask the baby. “Me too,” he added, smiling back at Ellie.

Ellie smiled at the two of them, when it suddenly hit her: “You keep saying she?”

“Oh, it’s uh, intuition or whatever you called it,” he explained quickly, trying not to show how uncomfortable lying made him feel.

“You just secretly want a girl, don’t you?” Ellie cocked her head and jokingly accused.

“I mean, I’d be just as happy with a boy, as long as it’s healthy.”

Ellie nodded in agreement. “Well, if it’s a boy I want to name him ‘Robert’ after my grandfather who passed away a few years ago.”

“That’s a nice name. You don’t want to name him after a hockey player?” Harry half teased.

“No, that was fine for my cat Wayne, but not for my child,” Ellie laughed. “What about you? You must have suggestions for names.”

“Oh I do,” Harry grinned. “I have the perfect named picked out.”

Notes

Sorry for the long wait between chapters! I thought it had only been like two weeks, not a month, oops!

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