How do we feel ab Harry and y/n talking about how they donāt want kids..... do we love a childless funcle Harry????
Oh ms girl..... idk about yāall but Iād want to have kids with Harry styles but just not rn in my life (if I donāt read your dad!harry fics itās not bc I hate you itās bc Iām not in the mindset for having children lol) Iām not attracted to having kids rn like I need my career first but I think itād be an interesting concept to never have kids and in my mind itād go a little like this:
Somewhere down the road, Harry and you are seated at another one of your friends baby showers. Heās looking at the baby bump of the woman youāre celebrating today and then looking at you. Youāre happily snacking on some m&mās and your second glass of champagne. After popping two chocolates in your mouth and chewing thoughtfully you take a swig of the bubbly liquid.
He rests his hand on your crossed knee which gets your attention. Itās the end of the party or at least the end for the two of you. The look he gives you accompanied by his hand is his signal heās ready to leave. You nod and finish off the champagne, taking the final sip in his glass as well. As you stand up you kiss his cheek and he hums softly. The pair of you go to the soon to be parents and hug them farewell.
As you walk out to Harryās car, you notice how quiet heās being but you donāt say anything. This was like the 3rd baby shower youād been to this year and it was only April. You assumed it was just baby shower fatigue, you know you were feeling it too.
Once youāre settled in the car, you finally decide you need to ask whatās wrong, heās literally been silent and heās not even moving to turn on any music. Heās sat in the drivers seat as if heās forgotten how to drive.
āAre you okay?ā
His eyes shift to you before turning is whole body and placing a hand to rest on the wheel.
āEveryoneās having babies...ā
You nod and raise your brows, āI know. These parties are getting repetitive. I fucking hate the gender reveal part.ā
His lips twitch in a smile at that but itās only a flicker before heās back to a straight line alone his mouth. He reaches his other hand across the car and grabs your left hand. He twiddles with the diamond ring and wedding band that reside on your ring finger.
You sign softly at the feeling of him. His touch never fails to both electrify and calm you simultaneously. āI know we never really talk about kids,ā you start and his eyes dart up to yours. āI donāt know if itās in the cards for us.ā
He nods, āThese parties both make me sad and happy at the same time. Itās hard because I love you so much, darling, but having a child... thereās so much more that comes with it.ā
āWe donāt need another person to show that we truly love each other, Har.ā
āI know.ā He whispers, fingers twisting your rings.
āSo youāre saying youāre okay with no kids?ā
āYeah...yeah I amā he starts off shakey but is more firm in his statement at the end.
āSo weāll remain the cool aunt and uncle for eternity?ā You wink at him, voice playful.
āWeāve been doing a great job of it so far,ā he grins now and you smile just as wide. āNever have to wake up to something wailing in the night, breastfeeding, PTA meetings, middle school teachers, puberty...ā he grimaces and you join in for the final word, āchildbirth.ā You both visibly shiver and laugh.
āYeah, we wonāt be missing out on much. Weāll get to hang out with other peopleās gremlins and then they can deal with them when theyāre fussy and need changing. I honestly think everyone else will be jealous of us.ā
āFuncles foreverā Harry cackles.
You bite your lip at his joke and sweet he looks right now. You lean across the car, intertwining youāre hands as you go. Your lips press against Harryās and he smiles. His laughter cut off by your kiss.
Heās pressing against your mouth heavily after a few moments of sweet kisses. His tongue trying to swipe into your mouth. You pull away ever so slightly, the tips of your noses touching. Your tongue tries an experimental lick that nips at his upper lip and he smiles.
āLetās go home and not make a baby.ā














