Your eyes were glued to the white stick placed in your hand, you knew that the white stick would change your life forever. You were scared, literally scared as fuck. How would Harry react? Would the baby survive? Would you be a good mum? Would you be able to spend enough time with the baby? Would Harry be able to be there for you? There for the baby? Millions of questions were spinning around in your head, you were lost.
"Honey? Oh gosh baby, why are you crying?" Harry exclaimed as he brought you in for a hug. The tears wouldn't stop falling down your cheeks.
"H-harry ... I'm pregnant" you randomly said, you heard how Harry's breathing slowed down. His grip around you got stronger by each second that passed.
"Oh my gosh Y/N. We are going to be parents, FUCK I'm going to be a dad" he cheered, you felt a tear on your shoulder.
"I can't believe it myself" you replied with a smile.
"Damn, we didn't even plan this" he laughed and kissed your cheek.
"I'm scared, as fuck Harry" you admitted as you looked down. He put two fingers under your chin and forced you to look at him.
"Baby, I'm aware of the changes that will happen both mentally and physically. I will always love you, no matter what. I'll be here by your side, shave your legs when you can't reach them. The baby is a part of me and you. It will have a stable family, therefore you don't have anything to be worried about." as soon as he finished his speech your lips collided with his.
"You are perfect" you told him.
"You are perfect darling, and oh babe ... Don't curse next time unless it's in bed" he said with a smirk placed on his face.
"You pervert" you said as you smacked him lightly.
"I love you Y/N Styles, I have always and I will always"
"I love you too Harry pervert Styles"