#harry-centric

He’s twenty. He’s twenty years old and he’s gone and knocked up an omega. He’s just recently been picked as captain. The season is picking up soon and he’s got classes and responsibilities and he’s knocked up an omega. 

A product of him and Louis has been planted in Louis’ stomach and will grow into a living breathing human after just nine and a half months. The white gap on his wall between his window and a poster sears into his burning eyes as he stares blankly. 

He doesn’t realize someone has entered his room until a hand lands on his shoulder, jerking him out of his tense actions. Liam’s face slowly comes into view when he glances down, a worried furrow between his brow. 

His mouth is open too, closing and widening as if pronouncing syllables and words, trying to communicate - except Harry can hardly hear a word through the thundering of his heart, deafening in his ears and making his vision go blurry. 

“Harry,” Liam says, maybe for the fifth or dozenth time, “Harry, are you okay?” 

Opening his mouth, he is unable to respond. Is he okay? Is he okay after finding out he’s going to be a father when he’s only twenty years old? 

And it’s like - Harry has always known he wants children, wants to find a nice omega and settle down and put a baby or a bunch of babies in them. He wants to have a family. He gets off on the idea, for fuck’s sake. But it’s different having it sprung on him so suddenly. It’s different because he’s not ready. Not even close. 

He’s Captain for fuck’s sake. He’s got a year to play well and play hard to up his chances of being drafted to a good team in the summer. Not to mention, an entire team not to let down. Hockey is his life - it’s been his life since he first got onto the ice at eight years old and fuck, he wants it to continue being his life for a long time. 

“H, you’re worrying me, what’s wrong?” Liam continues, sounding completely bewildered. Harry can’t blame him. He’s Harry - always cool headed, calm, and driven. Not much rattles him, though it’s safe to say this definitely has. 

“Liam,” he says slowly, voice hoarse. He forces himself to make eye contact with the fellow alpha, taking a deep shuddery breath. “Liam, I’m going to be a dad.” 

He watches as the words process and Liam’s face morphs into one of disbelief. He watches as Liam looks at him, face pale once he sees the tears in Harry’s eyes and the raw honesty on his face. He watches as he realizes it’s the truth. 

Fumbling for words, Liam sits down on the bed beside him. “Um,” he starts, giving Harry an anxious look. 

Shaking his head, Harry explains properly. He reminds Liam about Louis, the omega he hooked up with at their end-of-summer party and who helped him with his rut. He tells him that Louis wants to keep the baby. “I mean, s’his body, his choice, of course,” he says panickedly. “But he also wants to know if I want to be involved and-” He cuts off, unable to continue. 

Liam is silent for a bit. “What’re you going to do?” he asks eventually, voice soft and gentle. 

It’s still enough for Harry to break. Suddenly he’s crying into his hands, shaking because he has no fucking idea what he’s going to do. He’s twenty - he’s twenty years old and he has no fucking idea what he’s doing. 

He thinks of Louis. Sweet and beautiful Louis who’s caught his eye more than any omega he’s ever met, who his inner alpha feels an inexplicable pull towards, against his mind’s wishes. If he hadn’t been so dedicated to hockey, he wonders how things might have been between them. If this would be playing out a little differently. 

Most of all he wonders how Louis isn’t in pieces like him. He’s the same age as Harry and yet he was so sure - so certain of this new permanent fixture in his life. 

Even when he left, face crumpled and close to tears much to the torment of his inner alpha, there was no trace of regret or doubt in his face. He wants to keep the baby. He’s okay with being a mother and raising a child. 

Meanwhile Harry feels like he’s going to puke. He keeps crying, letting Liam awkwardly pat his back and murmur semi-encouraging words, struggling to handle an emotionally distressed Harry when he’s never even seen him cry before today. But Harry soaks up the little bit of comfort Liam offers, closing his eyes shut and wanting to scream because the ultrasound picture  he left on his desk is still branded across his eyelids. 

One thing’s for sure, he needs to make a decision here. But first he has to come to terms with it. 

-

Harry wakes up on Sunday morning and almost forgets the revelation of the evening before. 

He told Liam to tell their frat brothers he was feeling ill and would be eating in his room. Then he proceeded to have his dinner, which was tasteless and overall unappealing to him, while staring aimlessly at his laptop screen where Criminal Minds was playing. He remembers nothing of the two episodes he watched, putting his laptop on the nightstand and yanking his clothes off so he can sleep about three hours earlier than usual. 

Though he forgets, it comes back to him like a knife to the chest when he glances at his desk where the ultrasound is sitting, black and white little blob and all. He sucks in a breath and then exhales through his nose, heading to the door and slamming the door shut behind him.

Liam must have told the others to leave him alone because no one comes up to tell him good morning or complain about current chore assignments. He’s sure he’s radiating frustrated pheromones as he grabs some cereal and an energy drink. 

There’s a morning practice in half an hour so Harry brings his breakfast upstairs with him, eating as he gets dressed and grabs his stuff. 

He stares at the ultrasound as he gathers his gear, eyes latched onto it even when he’s stuffing everything in his duffel along with his water bottle, before turning his head and looking away. He pushes it all down. 

Striving to the door, he hesitates, glancing back at the desk. With an exhausted sigh, he walks back to the desk.

After spending the entire morning avoiding the elephant in the room, it all comes rushing back to him, a heavy weight in his lungs making it hard for him to breathe. But he makes himself look at the paper, lets himself study the small blob in the middle that will be his and Louis’ pup.

His pup. His child. 

He wonders what they’d look like. Would they look more like him or Louis? He imagines a baby in his head but its face flashes between Louis’ delicate features and his sharper ones, Louis’ big blue eyes and his green ones, Louis’ soft smile and his own. 

“Harry,” Liam says, knocking gently on the door. He’s cautious as he reminds Harry that they have to get to practice.

Harry nods, gnawing on his lip. “I’ll meet you down there,” he murmurs, not moving his eyes from the ultrasound picture. There’s traces of Louis’ scent on it, sweet ripe strawberries. So lovely and intoxicating and so much deeper now. Deeper because of the baby. He glances at Liam who hasn’t left, a concerned frown on his face. “I’m fine,” he swears, voice lowering to a whisper. 

Liam dips his head to his chest in acknowledgment and backs out of the room. 

Heart fluttering painfully, Harry realizes that he just spent five minutes thinking about his child and not panicking. 

Examining the black and white sheet carefully, he folds it gently and tucks it into his jacket pocket. It sits there like a promise through the entire day. 

-

Harry spends the next couple of days going through his normal routines and attending classes and practice completely dazed. He zones out during lectures, mind wandering to heartbeats and tiny limbs. He’s distant with his frat brothers and absent from his friends; ignoring text messages and Snapchats and cutting all interactions with everyone, except Liam, short. His mind is constantly spinning with thoughts of ultrasounds, parenting, and panic. 

How is he expected to talk to people normally when a lump the size of a boulder is clawing up his throat and fighting to spill out, his thoughts utterly consumed by something the size of a cherry. 

(A size of a cherry. That’s what the internet said when he googled information on babies at 9 weeks in the middle of Music Theory. Itty bitty. Just bigger than the pad of his thumb.)

He’s distracted in practice and everyone notices, including Coach, who pulls him aside during a practice game to tell him off for being sloppy. He’s captain for fuck’s sake and the season is just kicking off. He can’t afford to be so spaced out - he’s lectured on this point over and over, head ducked and shame curling in his stomach. 

And yet, he can’t stop himself from pulling the picture out of his pocket during class or practice or in the middle of the night when he wakes up staring at the ceiling, while his insecurities and nerves whirl around him like a never ending nightmare. 

The folds grow cracked and worn with the amount of times he opens and refolds the paper; looking, staring, and memorizing the lines of his future pup as his heart beats painfully. 

On Wednesday, three days after he found out, he calls his mom.

She answers with a, “Hey, lovey,” like she always does, chipper and happy.

Harry swallows, closing his eyes. When he speaks, his voice shakes. “Mom, I have something to tell you.” 

As if sensing the panic in his voice, her response is soft and encouraging. “You can tell me anything, darling.”

“I don’t want you to be disappointed,” he whispers. 

“You’ve never disappointed me and you never will,” she says easily, sounding confused and curious. 

It doesn’t make him feel any better. His stomach is twisting painfully when he finally works up the courage to blurt it out. “I got someone pregnant.” 

His mother’s shock is palpable, bleeding through the phone and seeping into his skin until he’s flinching, the hitch in her breathing almost deafening to his ringing ears. 

Before he knows it, his tears are brimming again. 

“Mom,” he says desperately. “Say something.” 

“Harry,” she says. “Oh my god.”

Needless to say, he starts crying again. The whole story comes tumbling out and his mother is achingly indecipherable, asking him questions about if they used protection (no, but Louis had been on birth control) and how far along Louis is (9 weeks and 4 days as far as Harry knows) and how well they know each other (“Not well at all,” he had been forced to admit). 

“Honey,” she starts, voice gentle but firm. “I’m your mother and you know I always want the best for you. But you also know I’ll never bullshit you, which is why I feel comfortable telling you that there’s a right and wrong decision to make here and I swear to God, Harry Edward Styles, that if you choose the wrong path - the coward’s path, I will come up there and -”

“Mom, I’m not abandoning him,” he interrupts, gaping. “What the fuck?”

“I know you’re not,” she scoffs. “I meant if you choose not to have a joint-custody. I know you, darling, and I know how much you’d regret it if you let one of your own flesh and blood slip through your fingers even when you’re as young as you are.”

“I…” He trails off, swallowing. “How am I supposed to raise a child when I want to be in the NHL?”

“How is this omega supposed to carry a child while attending classes and living his own life?” she counters. “I’ll tell you how. You figure it out. You work your ass off and you come up with solutions and you never give up. When it comes to family, you can move mountains if need be.” 

Harry exhales, words embedding themselves into his skin and sticking there. He nods even though she can’t see him. She’s right. She’s completely right. It’s been four days and his pup is still just an embryo but he’s already attached. He’s in too deep and there’s no way he can settle for anything less than as much as he can get. “What about weekends?” he suggests.

“Weekends,” Anne repeats. “Is that what you want?” 

He takes his time to respond, mulling it over and considering every option. Is it possible for me to do this? he thinks. Is it possible that he can live and breathe hockey and other obligations while still being a father that his pup deserves?

In the end, it’s an easy question to answer. 

“Yes,” he says, no signs of hesitance or doubt in his voice. “It’s what I want.”

“I’m glad to hear that, darling. So glad. But I also need you to understand. Being a parent will change your life forever - it’s the most satisfying and fulfilling and beautiful thing, but it’s hard. Looking after another human being is a full-time commitment and I know you want kids, but it’s different when you’re actually having them.”

“I know,” he says. He’ll need to do research and tag along to appointments and be as involved as he can. He’ll need to find time for his pup - make time for them - both before and after they’re born. “I’ll do my best.”

“And I don’t care if you and this omega are nothing but strangers,” she continues fiercely. “That child is half yours and this omega will be carrying it for the both of you these next nine months. You better be there trying to make it even a little bit easier for him every step of the way.”

He sputters. “Of course,” he says, defensive. “I would hope you’d expect better of me than that.”

“And I’d hope I raised you well enough that you’ll treat this omega as good as if he were your own omega and support him as much as possible,” she says.

“You did, I will,” he argues, brows furrowing. He thinks about Louis and how much discomfort, pain, and struggles he’ll have to endure over his pregnancy and how he knows he’ll handle it brilliantly. Because Louis is smart and determined and he’s going to be a brilliant mother. 

He knows it. 

“I love you and I’m proud of you,” his mother says after a beat, voice softening. “And I’ll be here for you whenever you need me, honey. Just a few hours away. For you and Louis.”

It’s the first time she’s said his name out loud and Harry’s heart does a funny thing at the sound. “I love you too,” he says belatedly. 

“Robin’s going to be home in a few minutes, so stay on,” she says. “I want you to be the one to tell him the news. You have to tell your sister too, but maybe in a little bit. I don’t want to overwhelm you, darling. But how long do you think is the appropriate time to wait before telling the relatives?”

Harry can’t help but smile as she rambles on but it fades as his earlier worries return. She wants to tell the relatives but Harry’s still scrambling to process, to believe. 

“Mom,” he says, voice ragged. 

“Yes, lovey?” she asks softly, sensing his distress.  

“Do you think I’ll be a good dad?” he breathes, wiping a stray tear with the back of his hand. He hears his mother’s shocked inhale before she’s crying too, telling Harry of course, darling, the best dad in the entire world. 

And Harry, through his tears and worries and anguish, believes her. He can feel it in his bones, in his mind, in his heart. He will be. For his pup, he’d be anything. 

They stay on the phone for hours. 

-

It’s Thursday afternoon, five days after he found out, and Harry’s staring at the creased and wrinkled ultrasound picture - staring at his future - when he pulls out his phone and writes out a text. 

Hey Louis...

-

this is one of quite a few drabbles i have on a list for already-posted fics and the first one i’ve actually finished (whoops) - hopefully i’ll get to the others too!! :) this was really fun for me to write and i hope it was nice to read :)

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Theair-conditioning is too cold but the lone figure at the bed remainedcurled on himself, exhausted. Niall left hours ago and none of theother boys are set to come back anytime soon, all out fulfillingresponsibilities with their respective ‘girlfriends’. Harry sobbedfreely, knowing that no one can hear him.

He’s been leftalone at home after having an earlier panic attack, something he leftbehind a long time ago, or so he thought. A few days ago he wentthrough a horrible experience of being stalked all day by a group offans that agitated him so much. Ironically, his trigger had been thesitting on a familiar meeting room and some endless monotonous speechwith a lot of numbers flying over their heads.

He broke down ontheir way home, breathing uneven and uncontrollable for a long time.Preston stopped the car and called Louis but advised him againstgoing to him, putting him on loud speaker instead.

It took a while tocalm his nerves down, Preston was almost too scared, ready to drivehim to the hospital if it lasted a few seconds longer.

All the boys werewaiting for him when he arrived, practically carrying him from thecar seat to the bed. They all but tied him up at the bed, forbiddinghim to go through any activities today.

He protested for along time, he had a flight, he had a supposed date, supposedouting and so much more. But noone would let him budge at all.

Inthe end what Harry feared happened instead, the other four werewhisked away for publicity stunts, to make up for Harry’slack of professionalism. Whilethey would all gladly take some burden off of his shoulders, the actmade Harry feel even guiltier.

Now he’s here,lying on the bed, without any will to move at all. There’s a bonedeep exhaustion buried deep inside him that he can never shake off.

He’d been hoistedand paraded from one place to another. Countless cameras flashing onhis face, nameless people screaming degrading questions at him.Spending precious time off with ‘friends’ who could care less abouthim, when he’d rather spend time with the four boys who love him themost.

But Harry doesn’tever say no.

He can’t say no.

Sobs took over hisbreathing, finding it more and more difficult to take in air.

Do you wantZayn to do all the promotion Harry? You know much he hates crowds.

You want theboys to work twice as hard? When that can be avoided by a singlerumor on your side.

Poor Niall justgot out of surgery. Are you sure you want him to do all the work.

Louis familymust miss him, his siblings and mom must miss him. Doing this promowill give him a lot of time off, after walking with Eleanor ofcourse.

You know peoplealways misinterprets Liam, you want to put him out there?

He doesn’t.

He doesn’t want the boys doing any of it. Pretending to have agirlfriend is hard enough, he should know. He couldn’t even do it.

Stupid boy!Can’t you do anything right? HOW FUCKING HARD IS IT TO PRETEND TODATE A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN?

Do you want tolet the guys down? They’re all doing their parts. How hard is it toride on a separate plane?

He hated how alone he felt. Asking and berating himself on whycouldn’t he just grin and bear it. Hating the fact that they’d cometo a point where the other boys had to put their foot down for him.

He cried his eyes wet, remembering each lies and reprimand hereceived. Sadly, he believed each one of them.

That was how Zayn found him, as cold as death with dried tear streaksface.

***

Liam couldn’t shake off the nervous feeling at the back of histhroat. It’s been there ever since Louis left to go out with Eleanorand steadily increased until each of the boys had to leave thesleeping Harry.

The day with Sofia went well, he kissed her cheeks goodbye and drovehome as fast as possible. Zayn should be home by now. Niall will beback in a few hours, while Louis isn’t schedule to come back untiltomorrow.

He sighed, not liking that they all had to leave Harry behind. Butthey couldn’t really let him go, not at the state he was in, nomatter how much he insisted. He hurried at the familiar hallwaymechanically, the silence making his skin crawl. Opening the door totheir room and Zayn cradling a sleeping Harry was what greeted him.

“Liam!” The other exclaimed, voice filled with urgency. “Ican’t get him to wake up. He won’t move at all Liam.” Zayn said,voice breathy and unstable.

“I thought he was sleeping. He won’t wake up. Liam, please.” Liamdidn’t realize he was just standing there, staring until Zayn beggedhim to move.

He felt bile rising at his throat when he got a better look. Harrywas pale, eyes opened and unfocused.

Liam gathered Harry to his arms, looking at Zayn as he said:“Hospital?”

The other can only nod before running outside.

***

Zayn drove the car, knowing the discreet hospital by heart. Liam hadHarry cradled on his lap, one hand tangled on Harry’s hair whiletalking to someone on the phone.

“Gave Louis a proper heart attack. He’s on his way.”

Zayn nodded, not knowing if Liam saw it or not.

“Still can’t get a hold of Niall though.”

Zayn bit his lip, tasting the copper on his mouth as he heard Liambegged Harry to tell them what’s wrong.

***

The doctor at the E.R. was nice and accommodating. She gave them alook, surprised and clearly aware of who they are, before taking inLiam who’s still carrying Harry. A nursed ushered him and tried totake Harry but he refused.

A few hazy minutes after handing the still dazed Harry, the doctorapproached them.

“It doesn’t seem any form of substance abuse, all his vitals arenormal while his heartbeat is borderline slow, it’s still normal.”She explained.

“He had a panic attack earlier. He had a history of asthma and wewere used to dealing with it. He was calm for a few hours, beforeeveryone had to leave.” Zayn explained.

Liam bit clenched his fists. He knows they weren’t supposed to dothat, but it had to be them or Harry. And Harry was in no conditionto walk into hundreds of cameras, with different screaming faces andholding another aspiring model’s hands.

“Is it possible that he had another panic attack without anyone?”

The doctor nodded.

“Could be. But does Mr. Styles have any history on depression?”

The two didn’t reply and she took it as her cue to continue.

“It’s hard to miss sometimes. Even some of the patients are notaware they have it. And given the nature of your business, I’mguessing that Mr. Styles is under a lot of stress.” She went to herdesk to take a pen and paper. “From his symptoms, I think yourfriend is catatonic. He currently has no control over his motorskills, it’s like he’s in constant state of stupor.” She handed apaper to Liam. “I’m not qualified to diagnose, but if he’s beenincredibly stressed, or isolated lately that may have caused it. Youcan head to our resident psychiatrist for a better diagnosis.”

***

Zayn was pushing Harry’s wheelchair, Liam was following closelybehind them. Zayn had to insist to be able to push Harry’s wheelchairinstead of the nurse. He didn’t really want to cause any scene buthe’s really unable to let anyone else take care of Harry right now.

Making a scene is how exactly they found Louis on their way to theother side of the building. He caught sight of them, giving a quickglance to Harry before rushing to give him a hug. He attempted topick Harry up from the chair before being stopped by the stern nursetrailing them.

While waiting outside the room, Louis asked one question afteranother, clearly anxious. Zayn and Liam can only shrug or nod at eachone thrown at them. They grew more and more nervous at each questionthey can’t answer, and Louis grew more and more frustrated at them.

Louis visibly tried to calm himself.

“I called Niall earlier, he’s in no state to drive and I asked hisguard to drive him home instead.”

***

Talking to the doctor didn’t really help. The three automaticallyprotested at the first mention of Electroconclusive Therapy. It wasunanimous that Harry would have therapy at home instead. The doctoralmost didn’t approve but Louis pulled the “secret husband card”,with certificates and marriage liscense.

They went home and briefed a panicked Niall to the situation. No onehad the heart nor will to leave after that.

***

What happened after wasn’t pretty at all, shows were canceled, noone’s willing to perform while Harry’s mute and unresponsive. Themanagement was not happy, delivering papers and threatening lawsuitsat their disappearance.

With some advice and a counter lawsuit, they were left to recover atpeace.

All of them refused any sort of interview and the radio silence wasdriving everyone mad. The media was relentless and unforgiving,stories of slander and lies printed on tabloids.

Apparently someone spotted them leaving the hospital and rumors ofdrug abuse among other things were all around.

Louis was livid, tempted to answer each and everyone of the lies, butknowing that peace would be so much better.

***

Niall was lying next to Harry when he first resurfaced, he’d beenhovering at him, extremely guilty for not being there the night theyfound him.

Harry called Niall’s name, the other almost thought he was dreaming.They hugged each other and cried their hearts out.

Harry’s recovery was fast and sudden, almost like his plunge. Almosteveryone was fussing towards him. The boys developed a system that atleast one of them would need to spend time with them.

***

The two parties agreed to finishing the remaining contract butletting some of the unfair clauses go.