Harry Styles One Shots

Baby Project (Long)

I bit the end of my pencil, and I stared down at the paper in front of me. It was a list of all the things I had to do, a project our teacher assigned. It was a two month project that would teach us about parenthood.

"I will randomly assign partners. There aren't enough girls, so boys might be partnered with boys. This is all at random. So, Lily Summers and Niall Horan," Lily whined and stomped her feet. Ever since we were told about this project last week, every girl has been dying to be partnered with Harry Styles. The boy was gorgeous, but its only a project. I don't understand the big fuss about everything..

I didn't care who I was partnered with. I'd most likely do all of the work anyways. I continued to draw on the sheet in front of me until I heard my name called. I looked up to see our teachers eyes closed, her pen moving around the paper until it landed on a name. She opened her eyes, "And Harry Styles."

Instantly, I was hated. Girls glared at me, mumbling threats and harsh things. But like always, I ignored it. When the teacher was done, she told everyone to stop whining about their partners. "To get all the points, you need to follow the prompt you have in front of you," Oops. "You must write down everytime you've fed the child, when you've changed the doll, how long each partner has with the doll, and write an essay about the experience. Tell if you would want a child at your age, and if you agree or disagree about teenagers having a child at this age. Please sit with your partners when I call you and your partner up, and you will choose if you want a girl or a boy. Harry and Y/n," We both stood up and walked to the teacher.

"Girl," Harry said instantly, biting his lip. She handed him a girl and a pink bag and he walked with me to my desk, sitting in the empty spot. When she gave out all the dolls, she said, "There are voice recorders in the dolls. I will go through them every day, and if I hear something I don't like, I will make your baby scream ten times louder than its supposed to, and I won't make it shut up until you fix whatever you've done. You cannot turn off these voice recorders, you can't even find them, so I suggest you be good little parents. Any questions?" The bell rang. "For your essay, write your baby's name as the title!" She yelled as everyone left the room. Harry stayed behind with me. "You could of left," I mumbled, pulling my bag across my shoulder. "No. We have a baby together, you're not in this alone." He said as we walked out.

"Already earning an A, Mr. Styles." We heard and he smirked.

"Well, what are we supposed to do?" He walked with me to my locker. He was actually holding it like a real baby.

"Do you mind if I go to yours? We can figure everything out there?" He suggested, and I nodded. He actually looked.. Good, holding the doll. He was so careful with her, yelling at anyone who dumped into him, or tried to touch her. "Do you have her?" I laughed, as he tried to get in his car. "Yeah," his tongue poked between his lips, as he successfully got in. I giggled, "You're gonna follow me, right?"

"Yeah, of course." He closed the door and let out a breath.

When we got to my house, he looked around, almost dropping the baby. "I'll take that," I laughed, and grabbed the baby from him. "You live by yourself?" I nodded, "My mom and dad thought I was mature enough for a house of my own, so they bought me one."

"That's cool. My mum never did that for me. Had to do everything by myself,"

"Oh... I'm sorry," I frowned but he shook his head. We sat down on the couch, and I pulled a pencil and paper from my bag. Harry looked in the baby's bag, and pulled out a small baby carrier for her. He looked at it before shrugging. He set it on the floor, pushing the handle up. He lifted up the baby and sat her in it. I pull out the piece of paper I scribbled on as well. "Okay, first things first; what're we gonna name her?" I looked at Harry. He was looking at the doll. "Is it bad that I think she looks like you?" He asked. My eyes went wide and my face flushed. "Yes, because she's a doll."