Harry Styles Imagines

Forgiven Not Forgotten (Part 2)

THIS IS AN AU TO THE REST OF THE ONE SHOTS MEANING THAT THE BABY'S NAME WILL NOT BE EMILIA AND IT DOES NOT FIT INTO THE OTHER ONE SHOTS. ALSO, I'M CALLING THE BABY MAMA KATIE BUT YOU CAN SUBSTITUTE ANY NAME YOU WOULD LIKE! SAME GOES FOR BABY JACOB!

Jacob Elliot Styles was born on a cold Friday morning on November 24th at 4:25am. And you didn't deny that he was a beautiful baby, he looked like his father, how could he not be beautiful? But it hurt, when you woke up at 2 in the morning, only to find an empty bed with nothing except a messy note left on Harry's pillow saying 'water broke, see you soon. I love you x' and that was it. You knew she had been having a few pains as she text Harry and told him, but assured him they were gas pains and there was nothing to worry about. But four months later, it was hard, and the weight that was weighing down your heart, was getting too heavy to keep concealed.

You know you're going to be just as much of a mum to this baby as she is, don't you? You thought back to when he had told you that. But now you weren't sure. Harry had been spending most nights at her house, coming to visit you with Jacob whenever it suited Katie to allow her son and baby daddy out of her sight, whenever she wanted a break.

You understood that she was breastfeeding, and that she didn't want to start Jacob on bottles this early on, but a few bottles while he came to stay at your and Harry's house wouldn't hurt. But of course, Harry didn't fight her on her 'I don't want to have him away from me during nights. Plus, I'm breastfeeding so I need him here to feed him' statement, agreeing with her, not wanting to upset her.

You thought you would be able to handle it, but now you weren't so sure. Just as you realized you were crying, a key was inserted into the lock of Harry's house that you shared with him. You quickly wiped your eyes, putting on a smile as Harry walked into the living room, a black car seat in his hand. "Look who wanted to come and see Y/N," he smiled at you. Y/N. Your boyfriend's baby boy wasn't yours, and if you had come into the relationship with him having a baby, it would have been totally different. But he got someone pregnant in the centre of your relationship, and you were finding things difficult at the moment.

You shot him a sad smile back, not enjoying the feeling that at any moment, you could fall apart. "I was just about to go for a shower. Sorry, Harry," you said before standing up, not failing to notice Jacob - looking exactly like the handsome boy you would expect Harry to father - in his arms. You couldn't hold your tears in anymore as you walked into yours and Harry's bedroom that felt like only yours at the moment, because Harry hadn't slept in the bed in a couple of months, and even at that, he left at three in the morning because Jacob wouldn't settle without him.

You didn't need a shower, you had one that morning, but you turned the shower on anyway, letting it run down the drain while you slid to the floor, and fell apart. You had held Jacob once, and the one time you did, it felt like the most incredible thing in the world, which was why you couldn't do it again. Because he wasn't going to grow up calling you mum. It wouldn't be you driving him to his first day of school. It wouldn't be you sitting at his graduation, crying with joy. Because he wasn't yours. He was your boyfriends whom you loved so, incredibly much, but he wasn't yours, and you knew that if you wanted to keep Harry, you would have to accept that he now had a son who was the centre of his world, and his very top priority.

Harry had known as soon as he seen you that something was wrong. And as soon as he brought Jacob out of his car seat, he knew it was the whole baby thing. And Harry suddenly felt like a dickhead for not noticing it sooner, but then he hadn't seen her for extended periods of time to notice, and that made him feel even guiltier. But he had a son now, and though it wasn't the most ideal situation, Jake was 50% of him. And though he'd prefer the other 50% to be you, it's wasn't, but it didn't alter the love he felt for his son, because at the end of the day, he was his own flesh and blood, but he planned to have you as a wife one day, and you were just as important as Jacob was to him.