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prompt: You’re Pregnant with Harry’s baby and Harry sadly looses you but gains something else. You can’t help but watch over them lovingly. 

warnings: heartbroken Harry! Daddy Harry! sad prompt, death, loneliness.

9 months. You were 9 months pregnant and harry couldn’t believe it. It felt like yesterday, you both were jumping and crying with joy over the news. You and Harry had been married for a year and decided that it was the right time for you both to bring someone into the world. Harry had always wanted a child. He always was so good with children, he enjoyed watching them and holding them. So he was over the moon when he found out, he was straight to picking names and room colors. You told him to slow down and think about those things later, but they never left his mind. He also believed you were the most beautiful baby mama he had ever seen.

He thought your swelling tummy was admirable while you believed it made you look horrid. Harry always listened to your complaints and mean comments, but he knew you never meant them. He had read lots of books on children and the mothers and knew that this would happen. He never took your words to heart and always strived to hold your hand and kiss your cheek. Harrys favorite things were singing to the baby, rubbing your tummy, and talking to it as if it was right in front of them. He enjoyed the tough little kicks his baby would let out, struggling to be freed. He squealed and bumped into the bedside table the first time it happened, causing a glass of water to fall off and hit the floor, but he didn’t mind.

He would sing a song to the baby every night, varying from Fleetwood Mac to some of his own songs. However, his favorite was you are my sunishine. You had always talked about how your father had sung that song to you when you were only a child, so Harry decided to do the same to your baby. Your hands mindlessly drove through his hair, kisses being placed on curls ever so often. His tired voice rumbled the words of the child’s song, his head placed gently on your tummy. This happened almost every night, he would kiss the tummy, sing to it, and say goodnight. You always thought it was such a beautiful sight to see.

The 9 months flew by, you had found out your baby would be a girl, and decorated the extra room in your home. Harry couldn’t wait to dress her up and let her go on her wedding day. Your due date was two days away and you were very nervous yet excited. You knew Harry would be with you every step of the way. You were in the kitchen when it happened, a trickle of water ran down your leg signaling that your water had broke and the baby was coming. You called for Harry and he grabbed your hand, your bag, and took you too the car. He called his mom, who was staying in LA with you guys for a few weeks for this reason, and told her to come down to the hospital with Gemma. The baby was coming.

The hostpital doors flung open as you flew by in a wheel chair. You held your stomach, the contractions were killing you. They placed you on your hospital bed, Harry never let go of your hand. It was finally time to push, you squeezed harrys hand, the pain being unbarrable. You kept pushing, your head was killing you, and your stomach was aching. Your violent screams echoed through the hostpital. Harry was terrified for you, he couldn’t imagine how you felt in that moment. Sweet words were whispered and kisses were placed gently on your forehead.

Harry heard the cries. The cries of his sweet baby girl erupted into the room. He grinned at the sound, he couldn’t stop staring at her. Until, he looked down. His beautiful wife’s eyes were shut and her hand had stopped squeezing. Harry shook her hand, her body had no movement. The doctors moved him aside and took the baby away to the nursery. Harry struggled to get beside the doctors, he had no idea what was coming. The doctors turned to Harry , the saddened look on their faces told him everything he needed to know.

He dropped to the floor, he didn’t mind causing a scene. His wife had died. You had severe bleeding and infections after the birth, causing you to pass away. Harry couldn’t believe it, he screamed in agony on the hospital floor, he couldn’t believe you were gone. His gorgeous wife was really gone, he wouldn’t get to raise the child with you like he dreamed. He wouldn’t get to grow old with you and go through thick and thin with you. He’d never get to kiss your plump lips again and give you the pleasure you desired. He would never tell you his dreams and wishes again. His one true love was absent. Harry took the baby home alone that night. The baby looked exactly like you, a spitting image of her sweet mommy. Harry decided to name her after you, he never wanted you to be gone. Y/n styles was his new girl.

He’d watch over her forever and make sure she lived the best life. He was devastated that he would never see you again, but he knew you’d always be there for him and Y/n. A week later was your funeral. Harry sat on the couch silently, he was absolutely broken. His mother Anne walked up to him and took his hand. She pulled him up and wrapped her arms around him, causing his cries to finally escape. He had kept his emotions in for so long, scared he would fall apart at the seems. His mom walked him out to the ceremony. Your parents sat quietly, their eyes red and cheeks blotchy from the tears. Harry took a seat next to them and gave them an apologetic look. His beautiful baby girl sat sweetly in her stroller next to him, giving him the encouragement that everything will be okay.The ceremony was beautiful, Harry, Your best friend, Parents, and others shared their grief.

Harry could barely get through his speech, but he tried his best to be strong. After the ceremony Harry walked around with Y/n in his arms, talking to your friends and family. He was at least a bit happy that these people had showed up for you. Everyone adored you, you were a kind hearted girl and were absolutely beautiful. Harry would never forget that about you, he’d always remember you. It had been four years since you had passed away. Harry went to therapy and tried to get better. It helped somewhat but the biggest joy in his life was his daughter. Y/n was exactly like you, bright, beautiful, and loving.

She’s a shy girl, always hiding behind Harry when he speaks to people. Harry was at home with his daughter, it was her bedtime and he softly picked her up off the couch. He placed Y/n onto her bed and sang her you are my sunshine, that same song he sang to her in your tummy. He started to sing it again every night since your death. After he sang, he kissed her cheek and got up from off the side of the bed. “Daddy,” Harry whipped his head around to look at his babygirl. “Yes bubby?” He asked worryingly, she sat there silently. “I can hear a women singing your song,” harrys breath gets caught in his throat. “She has pwetty hair and nice eyes,” Harry tears up at the thought that Y/n had heard you singing to her. “That’s your mommy baby,” Y/n giggles and claps her hands. “She’s so pretty daddy,” Harry let’s out a shaky laugh but smiles, “I know babygirl. She was the prettiest girl ever”.