Yes, Harry had mentioned something about a baby only weeks ago. Yes, your period had become more like spotting than an actual period for the past couple months. But you still had had it.

Yes, your breasts had become more sensitive recently. And yes, you had thrown up twice this week. But that did not, by any means, mean you were pregnant. You and Harry had eaten take out the night before. Maybe the egg roll had been bad.

You didn't know how to feel about the whole situation. You were sat on the couch, trying to process everything, but your mind was overflowing with assumptions and questions and worst case scenarios.

Harry and you were in love. You had been dating for many years now, almost four. You had talked about children, but they had been future plans. He was still in the middle of writing a new album. You had work too, you were only twenty seven. All you could do is replay what your mother had said to you multiple times. "Graduate, get a job, then get married, and then have kids. And in that order." You also recalled her saying to wait a long time before you even thought about children.

You sighed in defeat. Throwing your hands in the air, and spinning around harshly, you stomp off to the bathroom.

You stand outside the bathroom door. Your hand touched the doorknob, but you refuse to turn it opened. You stare at the wall for a couple of minutes before finally entering, slowly.

You edge your way towards the stick on the counter. You should have waited for Harry so you could find out together. Your hands tremble. You flip the stick over, your heart beating uneven and abnormally fast.

The pink line reads; negative. Your heart drops. A sudden feeling of pain and melancholy spreads throughout your body. In that moment you realize it can't be correct. You want this baby.

Twenty minutes later you are ripping open the packaging to another pink stick. You pee on it, and carefully place the cap back on. You walk out of the room to distract yourself.

The door clicks opened. The sound of  boots against the wooden floors confirms it is Harry. Your frantic eyes meet his. He looks at you with confusion. You pull him into hallway.

"Hi." You breathe out.

"Hello," he plants a quick kiss on your lips. "How was your day."

You don't respond right away. Hesitant, you pull out the negative pregnancy test. His eyes widen.

"Are you pregnant?" He questions, worry is etched in his voice, but a hint of hope and excitement flashes in his eyes.

"Its a negative." His facial features fall and a frown appears as he takes in your appearance.

"Oh." He utters.

He had the same reaction as me. He was disappointed by the result! You think.

"I think it may be wrong. I have a feeling i really am pregnant, Harry. I took another test right before you came home. I haven't had the chance to look at it yet. Would you like to look first? It's in the bathroom."

He nods quietly as he walks slowly towards the bathroom, you following him closely.

The door swings opened only seconds later. "What does a minus mean again?" Harry questions. Your heart sinks once again. "Negative," you state emotionless.

"So does that mean a plus for pregnant?" If you had stood up any faster at his words, you would have gotten whip lash.

"Yes. Yes." You reach out for the test. Your hands begin to shake again. There is in fact, two, pink, perpendicular lines, making a perfect plus sign.

You look up at Harry. His eyes red. Lips slightly parted in disbelief. A smile slowly crawls its way onto his lips. A tear streams down your face. You crash into his chest. Your fingers grip onto the back of his shirt. He engulfs you in his embrace as his fingers lightly run through the hair on the back of your head.

A laugh escapes from him. You look up, your chin resting on his chest due to his height. You smile softly, your eyes closed. "I'm gonna be a dad," he whispers softly. You nuzzle yourself back into his chest as you hum back in response.

"I'm going to be a dad."

This pictures makes me soft. And the baby looks like him!! The man need a child already. I demand more "just strolling my baby in vans and my jeans" pictures.