#harry styles imagine | astranva (2024)

“Are yousure?”

“Yes, I’m sur—”

“Are yousureyou’re sure?”

“Har…yes, I’m—”

“Hold on.” The tall man suddenly crouches down before you, hands finding your hips as he eyes your stomach with a very pointed gaze. “Is Mommy sure?”

With a roll of your eyes, you pull your lip between your teeth to keep from laughing as Harry begins to nod his head.

“Mhm. Yeah. Okay. Got it. Yeah, no. I’ll tell her,” he declares before tilting his head back to look up at you. “They said you’re not sure.”

“Oh, they did, did they?” you smirk as he straightens back up. “Is this how it’s gonna be? You two ganging up on me?”

Harry exhales a gentle laugh as he settles onto the arm of the sofa, quickly pulling you between his thighs. “No. I just…I want to make sure you’re really ready to tell everyone.”

You sigh as you slip your fingers through the soft, auburn curls atop his head. You can’t be annoyed with his intentions. You know he has good reason to worry. After all, you do, too. “I promise I am. Really, truly, madly, deeply.”

He grins and it’s all teeth. “Really? Because you almost had apanicattack when we posted thatonephoto of us together.”

“Hey,thatwasdifferent,” you argue quickly, huffing a stray hair from your eye. “Everyone thought you had gotten back with Kendall, and I felt bad ruining that.”

Another chuckle as he squeezes your hips. “Okay, well, this is evenmoreexciting than some photo on Instagram. And a little morepermanent, too. Are you sure you aren’t gonna feel...guilty about it?”

“The only thing I feel guilty about is the fact that now Niall is the only oneleft,” you tease, and he grins again before looping his arms around your back to yank you forward.

“I think he’ll live.”

You smile adoringly at the man before you. The father of your child. The insatiable beast who declared he wasn’t letting you leave the car until you were pregnant all those weeks ago.

You didn’t think he was actuallyseriousabout that but, well…here you are.

“How doyoufeel?” you ask, taking your finger and running it down the bridge of his nose gently. “Are you upset you aren’t gonna be the baby anymore?”

He quickly sticks his tongue out mockingly, and you giggle as he sighs. “Honestly?”

“Honestly.”

He gazes up at you. “I’ve never been happier. Never wanted something more than this. Withyou. God, I can’t…I honestly can’t fucking believe I get to do this with you. Get to have everything I ever wanted with the onlypersonI’ve ever wanted.”

Your heart soars as you feel your throat constrict with what you imagine are incoming tears. You’re not sure if that’s hormones or if he’s justthatgood, but you have a feeling it’s a little of both.

And with that, you lean down and kiss him. Hard and full of love and lust and everything you wish you could say but can’t quite figure out how to verbalize.

But he knows.

He always knows.

A fervent knock on the door breaks you two apart, bringing the sentimental moment to an end as you step back, allowing Harry to stand.

It’s showtime.

“Coming,” he calls before meeting your eye. “Okay, are yousur—”

You quickly reach up to pinch his lips between your fingers as the question dies midair. “I swear to God, you ask me that one more time, and I’m naming this child Larry Styles.”

His eyes widen as his mouth drops open in an incredulous gasp. “Wow, okay. That’s how you wanna play it?”

“That’s how I wanna play it. Now go out there and break some hearts,” you tease as you push him toward the door. “Oh, and try not to suffocate in the box on the way in.”

“Got it,” he smirks. However, just before you can shove him into the hallway, he turns around, offering a gentle smile. “I love you.”

“I love you, Sunshine Boy. Nowgo.”

He seems to beam at the loving nickname and before you know it, he’s disappearing into the arena.

About halfway through the second song, security helps slip you through the double doors and get you situated on the main floor beside a few of the crew.

Harry is doing what he does best.Entertaining. Skipping his way around the stage to make sure everyone gets a few seconds with him. To feelimportant. Seen.Loved.

“How are we doing tonight, huh?” he calls to the crowd, and the resounding cheers of appreciation nearly blow your ear drums out. “Good? Good. Gotta lot of great songs for you tonight. Hope you’ll sing along if you know the words.”

You grin as you watch him peer up into the arena, sending a wave to the highest row.

“Hi,” he calls with a smirk.They scream. “All right, this next song…well, it’s an oldie. But a goodie. Goes something like…It’s New York, baby, always jacked up…”

He hums the lyrics without the band, just to tease the audience, and theyyellandbelttheir little hearts out in anticipation.

He chuckles at their enthusiasm, eyes flicking across the room until they land on you. “Guess I should probably give ‘em a little rewrite, though. Maybe…New York, baby, always knocked up.”

Your eyes roll and you hear him laugh.

The crowd, however, doesn’t seem to catch on. You notice a few girls in the pit below the stage peer over at you. They lean closer and whisper something, glancing at your outfit for a moment before giggling and turning back to the stage.

You’ve gotten used to that reaction. Well…kind of. But something seems to change for you tonight. Instead of the rush of blood from your face in humiliation or the guilt that almost always finds you at their disapproval, you feel…at ease.Relaxed.

Because tonight, Harry isn’t just takingyouhome.

He’s taking youandyour baby home.

The baby you made together.

Suddenly, it’s bigger than just a few girls giving you snide looks in an audience. It’s bigger than a lyric change or a dumb bet he lost forcing him to announce the pregnancy through a song. It’s bigger than just you. Or just him.

And you’ve never felt happier.

“All right, all right. Are you feeling edged?” he says, eyebrow raising as the room laughs and cheers once again. “Okay, well…she worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes—”

The guitars, the drums, the lights, and the room all go off at once. Screaming, and crying, and stomping, and so muchenergy, you almost feel winded. And you’re juststandinghere.

He begins to stamp his way around the stage, head banging up and down, back and forth, and up and down again until you just about have a headache.

It’s a favorite. Everyone is having ablast. You’ve never felt this kind of infectious joy and resoundinglovecome from one person before. You see why he does it. Why hefeedsoff it. And you only hope that this baby knows, feels, and gives that same kind of love one day.

“I think I’m losing it…oh, I think she said, I’m having your baby,” he sings, a slight rasp to his voice that has half the room swooning. “S’none of your business. She’s having my baby…it’s none of your business.”

While the crowd seems to notice his little switch, they don’t seem to understand what it means, and you’re more than grateful. It feels kind of fun to keep this between you for just a few seconds longer.

He continues on like that for the rest of the song, just as promised. And every time he sings that particular line, he looks at you.Grins. Shakes his head when you flip him off before dancing toward the other end of the stage to hype up that side, too.

And when the final notes play, Sarah banging on her drum kit with a fierce passion, you begin to clap. It’s lost beneath the screams and throat-ripping hollers, but Harry sees you.

He always sees you.

He bows a few times as dramatically as possible before gesturing toward the band to give them their due praise. “Thank you, thank you. Guess you guys caught the lyric change, did ya?”

More screaming and your heart begins to pound.No going back now.

“S’funny…you know, I was here in this very arena the first time I told a certain person I was in love with them,” he says, flicking the microphone cord out of the way as he begins to walk around the edge of the stage. “It was just before a really good show. Areallygood show. You guys have always been so good to me here. You guys arefantastic,I mean just incredible, really—”

The cheering increases. It goes on, and on, andonfor what feels like a solid five minutes, and you laugh. You laugh because everyone is sohappy. So thrilled to be here in this room with him and you feel so lucky to be a part of it. A part of the magic this man brings.

“—all right, all right. I’m trying to talk here, yeah?” he teases, and they laugh. “Anyway, I told her I loved her. Right under this stage, actually. Right…right here.”

He stamps his foot down a few times, nodding at the ground, and your cheeks flush at the memory.

That had been one of the best nights of your life.

“Seconds before I came up, I told her I was in love with her. So, I always hold this place…youguys…in a very special place in my heart for giving me that moment,” he says, and a collectiveawwseems to roll through the audience as he slaps his palm over his chest.

He looks down at the ground as if lost in thought, going silent as his lips nuzzle into the microphone.

He breathes as they cheer his name.

Then, he looks up.

Finds you.

“And because of that, I think it’s only fitting that you guys be the first to know,” he begins, and you suck in a quiet breath.

God, this is really happening. This is where everything changes. Forever.

He pauses one more when he notices the panic on your face, giving you a moment to change your mind.

But you don’t want to.

So, you smile, nodding your encouragement, and the grin that erupts on his face is brighter than all the lights inside the entire arena.

“Sarah’s been hogging that baby spotlight too long. It’s my turn now,” he smirks before nodding his chin at you. “Our turn. From telling you I love you, to showing you I do. Thank you for choosing me to be your baby daddy.”

Now they get it. Now they understand and mygod, you’ve never felt the energy in a room shift so fast.

But instead of outrage, disappointment, or disapproval…

Joy.

An undeniable, unmeasurable,innatejoy erupts from the hollering audience and finds you.

Like a warm hug.

You laugh as you swipe a rogue tear away, hand waving in the air as if to dismiss their attention, and Harry smiles.

You’ve never seen him so proud.

This had been weighing on him hard. The idea that he’d cause you any type of pain by introducing this world in here, the one who raised him, grew up with him, supports him...to the one he’s been trying so hard to protect.

But now, the worlds are one.

Everyone he loves in one room. All the magic, the happiness, the love he helped create.

In this moment.

Together.

“Hey, maybe we’ll name them after you guys, what do you say?” he chuckles, and the room cheers again. “Or,hey…maybe we’ll name ‘em Kiwi!”

More laughter as he shoots you a wink and spins around to get ready for the next song.

You smirk to yourself as you shake your head and glance down at your stomach, palm coming up to brush down the fabric of your shirt.

You’re not sure you’ve ever loved anyone more than you love these two.

But youaresure of one thing…

There is no way in hell you’re naming this baby Kiwi.