Sorry if this is too detailed, multi-chapter please? Can you do a Narry!mpreg!High school AU (pregnant!Niall) in which Harry and Niall are friends for years first (building the friendship, not knowing the feelings are mutual). Then when they start going out and fall hardcore in love, they straight away have a pregnancy scare. After graduation, Harry joins the military and their last sexual encounter leaves Niall pregnant (but he doesn't find out until after Harry leaves for basic training).
This prompt is super good, babe and I would love to write it, but I really don't have time to commit to a multi-chaptered story right now. Hopefully someone else will write it for you because it is a very good idea. (and I absolutely adore narry)
Sooo I read the "Oh simple... Where have you gone?" (can't remember the name in so forgetful) on another site. The complete fic was agesss long so I know that's where you got it from????
Please can you tell me where you read it?
I wrote that fic myself, so there's no way it could be the same as another one unless someone else got it from me. It was prompted to me from an anonymous asker, so it isn't possible that I stole anything.
I have had experience with people plagiarising work before so it isn't something I would EVER even consider doing.
I posted "Oh Simple Thing, Where Have You Gone?" quite a while ago, so it is possible for someone else to have used it.
Can you please give me the link so I can see the story you are talking about because you have me quite worried that someone has stolen my work.
Has tahiti-loves-Hawaii deleted her tumblr? Or changed her URL?:(( x
I don't know, I'm afraid, love. It looks as though it has been deleted as the page her URL takes you to doesn't say she's moved somewhere else. It's a real shame if she has, I loved her work. xxx
For the person who asked for the Nathan/Harry fic, I'm really sorry but I'm afraid I lost the prompt. I think it must have been accidentally deleted when I was clearly the junk out of my inbox. If you would like to re-send me the prompt then I am still willing to write it. Sorry once again. xxx
Your new post was so so so good! What other prompts have you got lined up?:)) xo
Thank you, darling. I really appreciate the support.
I have lots of prompts lined up on my To-Do-List here. I also have some of my own idea's that aren't on there and if you wish to know them just ask me. xxx
A/N: I've never written any Zouis before, but I'm going to give it my best shot. I hope you enjoy.
About a month back, maybe a bit more, Zayn and Louis had gotten absolutely hammered. Louis and Eleanor had a pretty bad fight so Zayn offered his shoulder to, well, drink on. It hadn't been anyone's fault when they woke up the next morning naked in Zayn's bed.
Tears began to sting the northern lads eyes as he shoved the positive pregnancy test back in its box and tossed it in the bathroom rubbish bin. How was he going to tell Louis he'd fathered a child with someone he was barely even speaking to? Should he even keep the baby? Even if he didn't, Louis still had the right to know.
Turning side on to the mirror, Zayn slowly lifted up his loose, black shirt with shaky hands. Sure enough, there it was; hardly big enough to see, but still a small swelling jutting out slightly from between his hips.
Immediately he broke down into a fit of sobs. There was a baby inside him, Louis' baby. He was pregnant by the man he had been in love with for almost four years. Pregnant by a man who didn't want him back, didn't love him and chose to be with his girlfriend instead.
Perrie and he had broken up the day after he slept with Louis. He'd told her absolutely everything starting from the very beginning. She'd been heartbroken, but then again so had he and she understood that. They were still really good friends.
If he was going to turn to anyone then it would be Perrie.
But then she would insist he told the band and management and if he did that everyone would start demanding to know who the father was and he just couldn't do that to Louis. It would completely destroy any chance they had of salvaging their already wrecked friendship.
Thinking about it, maybe it would be for the best if he just didn't tell anyone. Surely he could get away with it. Pregnant males never got very big so it wouldn't be too difficult to hide.
More than likely, it was a very foolish idea, but Zayn's head was hardly in shape at that point in time and it really did seem like the best thing to do.
Mostly calmed down, but still sniffling slightly, the emotional wreck of a boy managed to crawl his way out of the bathroom and get him into bed. Burying his face deep inside the pillow he let sleep overcome him and dream pitifully of him and Lou and the baby playing happy families.
By the next morning, Zayn had come to his senses slightly and although he still didn't feel ready to talk to anyone about his new found condition, he wasn't going to let it drag him down into a pit of his own self pity.
Wriggling out of the clothes he hadn't been bothered to change out of the night before, Zayn grabbed the first fresh garments he saw in his wardrobe and chucked them on. He spent just as long as he usually would making his hair, perhaps even longer and he went downstairs, grabbed an apple from the kitchen along with his car keys and he was straight out the door just like any other day. There was no way he was going to let any of this get in the way of his daily life. Pregnancy could go suck balls.
They were going to perform at Wembley Stadium for God’s sake! Their first show in London for WWA and there was no way in hell Zayn was going to let anything get in the way of this show or any other show be ruined because of a stupid situation he’d managed to get himself into.
First thing they had a sound check, and then they would rehearse for a while before probably heading out to get something to eat then going back to get ready for the actual performance. That wouldn’t be so bad. All he had to do was completely avoid Louis for the entire day. Louis would probably end up spending most of the day with Harry, anyway, he usually did.
Traffic was absolutely awful just as it usually was getting through central at rush hour in the morning; it would have been so much easier if Zayn could have hoped on the tube and maybe a bus or two. Being famous did have its down sides.
Eventually, though, he did make it there. A little on the late side, but that was fine. The rest of the band and crew were already there so they just quickly got things going and the morning seemed to fly by.
Louis had ignored him the entire sound check and rehearsal and even though Zayn had told himself from the start that it was okay and that they probably should ignore each other for a little while, that didn’t exactly apply anymore. Growing inside of him was Louis’ baby and it really hurt knowing that the father of his unborn child hardly even wanted to know him.
So while Harry, Louis, Liam and Niall all headed out to a restaurant for something to eat, Zayn got in his car, drove to Domino’s, ordered a large pizza, drove back to the stadium car park and sat in the driver’s seat as he ate alone. When he tried turning on the radio, Heart came on and ‘Say Something’ by A Great Big World was playing so he immediately had to turn that off. He was basically already crying and he definitely didn’t need the most depressing song ever written added to the mix.
What wasn’t expected was a bright, bubbly, blonde Irishman knocking heartily on his passenger side window with a concerned expression plastered on where there would normally be a shining smile.
“Hey mate,” Zayn greeted when Niall opened the door and slipped in next to him, “You alright?”
“I’m fine,” Niall said blankly, “Are you alright?”
Zayn did his best to put on a convincing smile, but there were salt tracks trailing down his face from the tears and nothing was going to stop Niall noticing them. “Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I can clearly see you’ve been crying and you were really quiet this morning. Then you refused to come out with us and now I find you sitting alone in your car like a hobo. What aren’t you telling me?” Niall inquired.
“Nothing, I swear!” Zayn exclaimed probably a little overprotective which only added to Niall’s concern.
“You’re lying to me. Why are you lying to me?” Niall raised his eyebrows in a way that was comical making Zayn laugh and lightening the thick mood.
“I can’t tell you, Ni. I love you, dude, but you seriously have to believe that I cannot tell you; not this.” Zayn exhaled, holding further tears and sobs in, refusing to let himself look venerable in front of his best friend.
“Why can’t you, Zayn? You said yourself that I’m your best mate; you can talk to me about absolutely anything. Surely you know that.” Niall retorted reaching over to place his hand on Zayn’s, but the older man flinched away before they could make any sort of contact.
Suddenly Zayn felt nauseous, nauseous enough that he had to fling himself from the car and drop to his knees on the dingy, multi-storey car park ground. He spilt his stomach content onto the floor.
He wasn’t sure if it was the pregnancy itself or the idea the people were actually going to have to find out about the pregnancy that made him sick, but either way he felt absolutely atrocious.
Niall was after him in seconds. Soothing hands rubbing his back and hair and sweet words in his ear. Zayn never knew Niall could be so tentative.
“Z,” Niall whispered gently, being ever so careful of the words he chose at that point, “Z, are you... are you pregnant?”
Zayn only cried harder, dry heaving and hiccupping a few times before he knew he was okay again.
The pair wondered back to Zayn’s car together, Niall’s arm wrapped around the slightly shivering boy and his question still unanswered. They only got him a fresh clean shirt to put on before they started to wonder over to the stadium.
About half way between the car park and Wembley was when Zayn chose to speak up. “How did you know?”
“That you’re pregnant?” Niall didn’t even look at him, “You were distraught, mate, I’ve never seen you like that. Then you threw up out of nowhere, you’d eaten a whole load all by yourself and you’d been crying. That sounds pretty pregnant to me.”
“Just didn’t think it would be the first thing you assume is all,” Zayn muttered.
“Dude, it doesn’t bother me or anything. You don’t have to worry about anyone getting mad or anything. And if they do, I’ll be the one to personally ring their neck.” Niall told him.
“It isn’t that, I just...” Zayn didn’t really know where he was going with the sentence. Louis’ the dad? How do I tell Louis he’s the dad? Louis and I slept together and now I’m pregnant with his baby, what should I tell him?
“Don’t know how to tell Louis’ it’s his baby you’re carrying?” Niall suggested snapping Zayn out of his trance.
“How on earth did you guess it’s Louis’ kid?” Zayn half yelled completely astounded.
“I didn’t guess, mate, you just said those three things out loud.” Niall laughed slightly opening one of the back doors and letting Zayn inside out of the cold.
“Where the hell have you two been?” Is the first thing that gets yelled at them as soon as they’re inside. Neither of them have a clue who said it, all they know is they’re being dragged in opposite directions and shoved into dressing rooms before they get the chance to talk anymore.
After the mad dash backstage to get the two missing lads ready in time to go on, they’re getting shoved side stage and out into a stadium full of screaming girls (and boys) and immediately defended by the sounds.
It’s a hard enough struggle through the first few songs. Zayn and Louis don’t make eye contact once and Zayn is completely miserable and he can tell the crowd know this too. Niall brushes past him and asks if he’s okay and Zayn nods even though he isn’t. This is Wembley bloody stadium and he refuses to be the one to ruin it.
An ill feeling washed over Zayn around halfway through the gig. He had been feeling steadily worse as the night wore on and he knew if he didn’t get away from the high pitched screams and booming music soon he would surely pass out right there on stage. But still he carried on.
What a stupid decision that turned out to be. Things around his started swimming slowly before it became rapidly worse. Zayn’s solo was coming up, but he could form any sort of sound in his throat and he was afraid that if he opened his mouth he would throw up again.
Vaguely Zayn could make out the sound of Liam picking up his solo when he missed it and Niall’s Irish accent calling out his name as he stumbled to find something to grab onto. That something turned out to be Harry’s shoulder and the last thing he could recall was Harry grabbing him as he fell and everything around him drowned out.
When Zayn awoke on an extremely soft and comfortable (sense the sarcasm) sofa backstage, a warm hand in his and three sets of eyes glued to him. An agitated groan elected from his dry throat as he slowly pealed his eyes open still completely exhausted.
“What happened?” the northern boy finally crocked out.
“You fainted, Zayn,” Niall told him and Zayn realised it was the Irishman’s hand that was holding his own. Zayn looked around at the three young men that were staring at him and noticed that there was someone missing.
“Where’s Louis?”
Harry, Liam and Niall looked awkwardly at each other for a few moments, clearly trying to telepathically discuss a way of telling Zayn where the other Yorkshire born boy had disappeared off to.
“Uh, Zayn, about Louis,” Harry stepped towards him and looked as though he was considering getting closer, but deciding against it in the end, “Louis’ kind freaking out right now, you know, about the whole... baby thing.”
“Wait, how does he even...” Zayn started before realisation dawned on him and he glared at Niall who was sat down right next to him, “You told them?”
“I had too!” Niall exclaimed defensively, “The medics needed to know why you fainted and they all happened to be in the room at the time.”
“Oh God... I guess he knows it’s his then,” Zayn mumbled his head sinking into the cushions behind him.
“We’re all here for you, you know?” Liam said coming forward and kneeling beside Niall in front of Zayn, “Ain’t that right, Haz?”
Harry actually looked close to tears-that boy cried at absolutely everything-as he came even closer. “Yeah, that’s right. If Louis won’t calm down and man up then he’s going to have us to answer to.”
This is how Zayn could tell Harry was genuinely upset over what was happening; he rarely got angry with Louis, would always try his best to defend the older man even when he had been wrong in the first place.
It seemed to make everything okay. Zayn had three of the best mates he could ask for around him and none of them would let Louis get out of doing the right thing. Everything would be all right.
Can you write like an omorashi watersports fic? A Larry mpreg? Louis pregnant and is really horny and kinky. He makes desperate to pee then ties him up until he has an accident fully clothed then sex ensues. Louis riding harry.
I put this on my to-do-list because I thought I could bring myself to write it eventually, but water sports really isn't my thing. I'm not at all putting you down for liking it, but it just isn't for me and I'm so sorry I don't think I can do it. Having said this, I would hate nothing more than for you to not get your prompt filled so maybe someone else would be kind enough to write it for you? There are definitely writers around who will be willing to.
I'm extremely sorry again and I do hope someone else will fill this for you. xxx
"Lou, I want to show you something." Harry says coming closer to his boyfriend and giving him a picture.
"What’s this?" Louis asks with raised eyebrows.
"Our baby. I’ve been to doctor’s and she told me that this little peanut has been the reason I’ve been feeling sick for those three months." Harry answers.
"You’re pregnant?"
"Yes."
"We’re having a baby?"
"Yes."
"Oh my god. Come here, Haz." Louis says and wraps his arms around Harry. "I love you."
"Love you too." Harry whispers with broken voice and tears in his eyes, damn hormones.
"Group hug!!!" Niall shouts as he, Liam and Zayn wrap their hands around the lovebirds, soon-to-be parents..
I did sweetie. I'm sorry I haven't put it on my to do list yet, I don't currently have internet on my laptop, so I'm on mobile for a while. Don't worry, it will get done. xxx
This is just something I wrote unprompted because I got board in maths.
Let me know what you think and if you want me to turn it into an actual one shot. xxx
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters involved.
"Are we seriously doing this?" Harry planted as he and Louis sat next to each other on their sofa.
Both were recovering from a massive argument, the biggest the couple had probably fought since before they were together; it had lasted so long that both had sort of forgotten what it was they were fighting about. It was so bad that broken glass and ornaments lay about the floor and even some furniture had been tossed and flipped about from it's original position.
"Yeah. Yeah I think we are." Louis puffed out beside him, turning and smiling at the love of his life. After all the fighting, somehow they got to this point...
I wasn't sure if you wanted a pairing for this prompt so I made it Larry. I hope it's what you wanted.
Title from "Somewhere Only We Know" by Keane.
Warnings: MPreg, slash, mentions of abortion, graphic birth, forced pregnancy?
Disclaimer: This is pure fiction and I own none of the characters.
Oh Simple Thing, Where Have You Gone?
11 weeks
The bathroom door slammed shut and the lock clucked into place, sealing the twenty year old inside the room. "Come on, baby, please talk to me," Louis pleaded through the wood, "Open the door, sweetheart, please?"
Sniffling and quiet sobs could be heard and it broke Louis’ heart to have to listen to his boyfriend like this, but they needed to talk, this wasn’t the kind of thing you could simply brush under the carpet and forget about. This was a baby.
"Just leave it, Lou," Harry whimpered, "I’m not ready to talk about this, please leave it."
"We can’t leave it, baby, you’re pregnant; we have to talk, love, please come out." Louis was begging now; Harry needed a hug and tea and a shoulder to cry on and Louis just wanted to be there for him.
After a few moments of silence accept a few sniffles from Harry, the lock on the door opened and revealed a devastated looking boy. His face was flushed and lined with salt tracks, his eyes were rimmed red with more tears threatening to spill from them, his curls disheveled from where he had clearly been pulling on them and Louis just wanted to grab onto him and hug him until everything was better. So that’s exactly what he did.
15 weeks
"What do you mean Harry’s pregnant?!" One of their management team boomed at the five boys sat in front of him.
"Exactly that," Louis replied, his hand clutched in Harry’s who was sitting next to him. Zayn was on his left and Liam and Niall on Harry’s right.
"You can’t possibly be thinking about keeping it! How on earth do you expect to be able to raise a child with the type of life you lead? It’s ludicrous!" Some other middle aged bloke in a suit quipped, "What are we supposed to tell your fans?"
"Honestly, we don’t give a damn what you tell the fans, but Harry isn’t getting rid of this baby. It isn’t right to kill a defenceless, unborn child!" Zayn snapped turning to glare at the man who had just spoken.
"Harry, sweetheart," a young, blonde woman spoke up. Her voice was soft and soothing, the tone she used far gentler than any of the other booming voices had been. "What do you want?"
"He wants the-" Louis tried speaking up for him, but the lady out her hand up to silence him. "Don’t worry about anything everyone else has said, love. Just tell me exactly what you want to do about this, not what other people want."
Harry just wanted to drop Louis’ hand, wall over to her and cry in her arms. Since they found out he was expecting, no one had asked him what he actually wanted. The other boys had gone off on one, ranting about how no matter what, they wouldn’t let management force him to give the baby up. Not once had they thought to ask if Harry actually wanted an abortion.
This woman, this lovely person, who Harry didn’t even know was the first to actually ask him for his thoughts and his wants. She wasn’t very old, but Harry had seen her with a child he assumed was hers. He supposed she may well have been in a similar position to him, twenty years old, pregnant and no one around listening to a thing he had to say.
"I… I… Louis says it’s an amazing thing and that we should be happy that I’m a carrier and that we can have children of our own." Harry managed to force out.
"That’s what Louis thinks, yes. But I didn’t ask what Louis wants, I asked what you want." She said still sounding so caring and polite, like she was the only one who’s first priority was Harry.
"I’m not ready to have a baby!" Harry blurted, "I’d love to have kids someday, but not now. We’re right at the top of our game and it wouldn’t be fair for me to bring a kid into the world we live in. It’s not right to drag a child around the world on tour with us for most of a year. Every year."
Louis turned to look at his boyfriend with a shocked expression, immediately dropping the younger boys hand. “You only think to mention this now?”
"You never asked, Lou, you never asked me what I wanted." Tears leaked from the corners of Harry’s eyes as he fort the urge to find some source of comfort and sob his heart out.
A moment passed where Louis simply started at Harry before he finally muttered, “I need some air.”.
"Lou?" Harry cried as Louis made to walk out of the meeting room, "Louis, where are you going?" But Louis had already dashed. Harry stood up to follow him, but he was held back by an arm wrapping in front of his waist.
"Leave him be, Harry," Zayn said, "I'll go talk to him."
"He's my boyfriend, I should talk to him." Harry murmured, tears were still spilling from his eyes; he knew he shouldn't have said what he said what he said in front of Louis, knew it would upset him.
"No offence, Haz," Zayn spat, "But I don't think you're exactly who Louis wants to talk to right now."
20 weeks
Sighing sympathetically, the nurse switched off the sonogram machine. "Everything looks fine," she says emotionlessly, "Harry, love, will you go wait in the waiting room for me; I just want to speak with Louis for a minute."
The same blank expression that had been on Harry's face the entire examination and pretty much entire pregnancy remained as he nodded and slipped out of the consulting room.
"What's wrong?" Louis asked, slightly panicked, as soon as Harry had left the room. "I thought you said everything was okay?"
"Everything's perfect with the baby, Louis, it's Harry I'm worried about." She said calmly.
"What?!" Louis asked frantically, "What's the matter with him?"
"It isn't his physically health that's worrying me, it's his mental health. Harry came to talk to me about having a termination a few weeks ago, but the next time I saw him he told me you and your friends had said he wasn't allowed to have the child aborted." The nurse had a soft expression, but it was still stern.
"Well no. That is my baby, he doesn't just get to kill it. He has no good reason to." Louis was slightly confused, why did this need to be discussed?
"That wasn't your decision to make. I don't think you realise what the extent of your actions could be. Forcing Harry into having a child he doesn't want could have very bad long term effects. There is a likelihood Harry will end up with postpartum depression because of this." The nurse had come across fathers like this before. Luckily though in most cases she was able to perform an abortion when she had explained what it could do to the mother. Unfortunately that was no longer possible for Harry. "You have no legal right to that child while its still inside Harry, you have no legal right to prevent him from getting an abortion."
Louis' entire face fell when he heard that. He'd had no idea he wasn't actually allowed to stop Harry aborting their baby.
"There isn't anything I can do now," the nurse continued, "Harry's past twenty weeks, almost twenty one, I can no longer perform a legal termination. Now, I can't tell you what to do, but I strongly suggest that you sit Harry down and explain to him that you didn't understand the full extent of his rights and you're sorry that you got it wrong. If you don't, I fear Harry may end up resenting you for the rest of his life."
29 weeks
"Baby, I'm back!" Louis called when he shuts the door of his and Harry's home, locking all the cold outside.
"In the living room," Harry replied in his usual, sweet, soft, endearing voice. Louis makes quick work of pulling off his coat and scarf, toeing off his shoes and chucking his gloves on the counter.
The Yorkshire lad found his boyfriend standing in front of the huge mirror on the wall in their living room, jumper and t-shirt pulled up, holding onto his ever growing bump.
"Hi big baby," Louis said walking over and kissing Harry's cheek, "Hi little baby," He leaned down a little and placed a soft peck on Harry's bare belly. Harry didn't even flinch anymore when Louis showed love for the child growing beneath his skin. He might not have loved the baby as of then, but he hoped he would learn after it was born. Harry new he could never put Louis through the process of giving their baby up; Louis had suggested adoption when he apologised to Harry about the termination prevention, but Harry knew that it would kill the older boy to have to go through that. "How come you're looking at your bump, love?" Louis asked curiously, hands slipping themselves around Harry's waist.
"Just seeing how fat I'm getting," Harry said tonelessly, "How is everyone?" Louis had been out to see the rest of the band.
"Sad. They feel really guilty, Haz, they were hoping you would have come with me today." Louis replies placing his head down on Harry's shoulder, feeling they younger boys warmth against his cheek.
"I can't, Lou, you know I can't." Harry whispers.
"They're sorry, Harry, they thought they were doing the right thing," Louis answered landing a gentle kiss on Harry's shoulder.
"I don't think you quite understand, Louis, I am going through a pregnancy I wanted to end because of them. Them and you. Now, I've forgiven you, I've forgiven you because you're the father and you didn't know your rights and also because you're my boyfriend and I'm in love with you. But them, they let their own moral beliefs stop me from doing what I wanted to do. How is that fair?"
34 weeks
Turns out, Harry and Louis' baby like to kick... a lot. It never seemed to sleep, would kick Harry all day and all night, doctors had even told him to go on painkillers for it. If the baby wasn't bruising one of Harry's organs, it was playing football with on of his ribs. The poor boy had had enough. It wasn't enough that he was pregnant against his will, but he also had to deal with miniature Bobby Moore inside him as well.
Although it had taken him a while, Harry did forgive his friends for what had happened. Everyone has their beliefs and they, wrongly, chose to act on theirs when it wasn't their place. He could forgive, he kind of had to forgive them, but he wouldn't ever be able to forget.
When this was all over, Harry was going to make them do three nights a week between them with the baby for three months. That seemed a fit punishment in his eyes.
"Louis, I want it out!" Harry sobbed as the baby hit him in every which way from the inside.
"A few more weeks, love, he'll be out soon," Louis replied sympathetically as he rubbed Harry's tummy in an attempt to sooth the child within.
"Your the one who created another Gerard, you should be the one to lug him around inside you. It's not fair!" Harry cried turning onto his side and burying his face in his pillow.
Louis sighed and folded himself around Harry in a hug in some attempt to comfort the poor boy. "I'm sorry, darling, it won't be much longer I promise you it won't."
39 weeks
"I want an epidural!" Harry yelled inhaling another deep breath of the disgusting gas and air. His legs were splayed wide in stirrups, stripped to nothing but one of Liam's massive shirt, dripping with sweat and experiencing the worst agony he ever had in his life. This was one hundred times worse than being kicked in the balls.
"Push, baby, you don't have much more to go, he'll be here soon." Louis encouraged, hand clutched in the one of Harry's that wasn't holding onto the gas and air. Harry ripped his hand free from Louis' grip and yanked the boy down by his t-shirt.
"I am going to kill you, Louis Tomlinson!" He growled, "I will dismember you completely and feed your remains to any dog that's willing to have you!"
"Keep pushing, Harry, you're doing really well!" The midwife said, "I knows a lot of pressure and burning right now, but that's because baby's stretching you. You just need to push past it, okay?"
"I've been pushing for two god damn hours!" Harry roared; this baby didn't want to budge. It had taken 15 hours of labour including two hours worth of hard pushing just to get it to crown. Harry wasn't sure how much of this he could take.
"The head's already half way out Harry," Louis whispered sweetly in the younger boys ear, "I guarantee his head'll be out with one more push."
As much as the poor boy didn't want to, as much as he wished he could just squeeze his eyes shut and wake up nine months ago just in time to tell Louis to put something on the end of it, Harry knew he needed to push. Louis was right, the head was nearly out and if he got the head out then everything would be closer to ending. So with another huge lungful of gas, Harry bore down as hard as he could, finally feeling the baby's head pop free.
"That's the head, Harry, one more for shoulders and this'll all be over." The midwife informed, both her hands now down between Harry's legs to support the child's head.
Harry was crying. Crying and sweating and shaking and completely exhausted. If he had died right then and there he quite frankly wouldn't have given a damn.
Baring down one last time, Harry snapped, screaming at the top of his lungs as he felt himself stretching beyond limit. "I don't want no baby, Lou!"
And then it was all gone. The stretching, the burning, the contracting. It was finally over. The room filled with the sound of high pitched, tiny shrieks and there was something being laid down of his chest a moment later. One look and his heart was gone.
Bursting into tears the second Harry set eyes on the tiny human being that was laying on its chest on top of his own, Harry suddenly knew he was in love.
"Look at him, Hazza," Louis choked from beside him, "He's so perfect, oh God."
Both Harry's shaky hands were gently holding on the little boys back. His little boy. "Hi baby," Harry sobbed, "Daddy's sorry, baby boy, Daddy's so sorry. I do love you, I do. I love you so much."
I'm sorry this came so late, I hope the story's good enough to make up for it.
This is kind of AU since there's no mentions of them being in a band, but it also doesn't describe them as anyone else.
Warnings: slash (boyxboy) and mpreg.
Disclaimer: the characters mentioned in this do not belong to me.
Zayn sniffled when he heard Harry's voice and wiped the tears from his eyes, turning to the younger lad and giving him a very fake, very forced smile.
"We were wondering where you'd got to. What's up, mate?" Harry sat himself down on the stool next to Zayn and smiled reassuringly.
"Don't worry about it, Haz, it's not your problem. I'm fine." Zayn smiled back and went to stand up, but Harry was quick to grab his arm and pull him back down.
"I'm a mother now, Z, so I'm allowed to do this. Now you can either tell me what's going on or I swear I will put you in time out." It was clear he was only trying to lighten the mood and hopefully get Zayn to tell him what was troubling him; he couldn't have know this would provoke a reaction, but it did.
Bursting into tears, Zayn practically flung himself into the now stunned boy's arms. "You're so lucky, Harry," Zayn sobbed out into Harry's shoulder, "You're so lucky you have Louis and baby Wills, I can't have that, Haz, and I want it so much."
Soothing hands ran up and down Zayn's back in an attempt to calm him as he let his emotions out into Harry's shirt. "What are you talking about, hm?" Harry hummed softly, "You've got Liam, he loves you, you have everything I do."
With a shake of his head, Zayn pulled himself away from Harry and reached into the pocket of his denim jacket pulling out a piece of paper that had been messily folded a few times. He handed it over to Harry with shaky hands and bit his lip as the younger lad read it.
"Oh Zayn, I'm so sorry," Harry sighed when he finished reading the results of the fertility test he had been handed, "I didn't even know you guys were trying."
"Well we weren't really officially trying, but we hadn't been doing anything to prevent it happening since, like, when Wills was born, but nothing's happened so I thought that I should get checked out and well..." Zayn trailed off. Harry had given birth to his and Louis' son, William eighteen months ago and Liam had stopped using protection only a few weeks after, both of them having caught a bit of baby fever when they first saw their best friend's newborn.
"How long have you known?" Harry asked, handing the report back to Zayn.
"I had the test done yesterday, picked up the results this morning. I'm sorry for, like, breaking down in your kitchen. I just haven't really had chance to take it all in yet." Zayn explained while refolding the paper and shoving it back down in his pocket. "God, I just can't believe it won't ever happen. I thought Liam and I would end up with a family just like you and Louis, I can bear the thought that I can't get pregnant."
"How's Liam feel about it?" Harry asked, his hand subconsciously coming to rest on the excess baby weight that still sat on his waistline.
"He doesn't know yet, I got the test on my own and I just don't know how to tell him. Liam's always wanted kids of his own; you see how he is with Wills, he'd be a great dad and I want to give that to him, but I can't." Zayn sighed.
"You gotta tell him, Z. He'll stick by you no matter what, but he deserves to know." Empathy was thick in Harry's voice and Zayn knew it must have been making the Cheshire boy think about how lucky he really was to have been able to have Wills.
"I will. I just don't know how I'm going to break something like this to him, he'll be absolutely devastated, Haz. He's not a carrier and he was so happy when I told him that I was because it meant that we could have children of our own; this'll hit him like a tone of bricks." Zayn worried not being able to stop himself from feeling guilty as hell to be the one that would get in the way of Liam becoming a father.
When he was just about to reply, Harry was cut short by the sound of tiny feet running along the hallway and bursting into the kitchen accompanied by the sound of a little voice squealing the word "Dad" over and over.
Turning away from Zayn, Harry was met with the sight of his little boy hurtling into the room nearly tripping over his own tiny feet as he tried to steady himself.
"Hey baby. Did you run all the way here?" Harry asked his voice softer and higher than it was any other time except when he was talking to his son.
Wills nodded frantically, looking very pleased with himself since he had only learned to walk a few months ago.
"Well done, buddy!" Harry beamed standing up so he could reach down and sweep his baby up into his arms. Wills giggled as his dad's big hand tickled his sides, his little arms wrapping around Harry's neck.
"'M twired," Wills yawned into Harry's shoulder, "Daddy swaid for you to put me bed," The one year old talking slowly as he stumbled over his words.
"Oh, daddy was too lazy to put you to bed himself, was he?" Harry raised an eyebrow in Zayn's direction the older boy laughing slightly to himself as they both knew that was exactly what Louis was like. Wills nodded in confirmation. "Right, well let's get you to bed then, little man,"
Harry was just about to walk from the kitchen to take his son to his bedroom when he stop, realising that this interaction could be what Zayn needed to brighten his day a bit. "Actually, do you want uncle Zayn to take you to bed?" Harry asked Wills who nodded happily at the suggestion.
The Bradford boy stood and walked over to the pair, looking down at the big beating blue eyes that stared up at him while he took the little boy from his father's arms. He mouthed a thank you to Harry who simply shrugged as if to say "no problem".
**********
"Li, we need to talk." Zayn sighed when the couple got home for Harry and Louis' that night.
Liam cocked his head to the side and sat down on the sofa, taking his boyfriend's hand in his own. "Okay. What's wrong, babe?"
It was tough holding back even more tears, but Zayn blinked them away. He needed to do this.
Taking a deep breath, Zayn explained everything his heart positively sinking when he saw Liam's face slowly fall as the news was dropped on him.
"So we can't have children. You're infertile?" Liam asked.
"Yeah. I know it's a shock, but we'll get thr-"
"And there's absolutely no possibility you could get pregnant?" Liam interrupted.
"No. I'm really sorry, Li. I wish I could, I really do," Zayn apologised still holding tightly onto Liam's hand.
Something suddenly snapped in Liam when he heard just how guilty and sorry Zayn's voice. This boy genuinely blamed himself when it was in no way his fault. "No baby, don't you dare apologise for this. It is not you're fault, okay? Do not try and say sorry for this." Liam pulled Zayn down to him and wrapped him in a tight embrace.
**********
They told the boy's a week later. Obviously Harry already knew, but they decided that Louis and Niall needed to know as well and they also needed to tell them further news they had discussed during the week since they found out.
Turned out Harry had already told Louis anyway and if they were honest they couldn't be angry with him because they were so insanely close it was near impossible for them to keep secrets from each other.
"So I'm the only one who didn't know?!" Niall exclaimed hand clutched over his heart in mock offence his other arm wrapped around a sleeping Wills in his lap. Everyone laughed lightly; trust Niall to be the one to brighten the mood. "Seriously though, guys, I am really sorry,"
"That's not all we wanted to tell you," Liam continued his arm tightening around Zayn's waist who turned to him and gave him a small smile. "We've decided that we're going to start trying to find a surrogate."
Harry immediately turned to look at his boyfriend; they'd talked about this themselves, Harry saying to Louis that he would be willing to surrogate for their best friends if that was what they wanted and though Louis had been reluctant at first, not liking the idea of his boyfriend having someone else's baby, Zayn and Liam were their friends and if it was what Harry wanted then who was he to stand in the way. Louis smiled at the curly haired boy in his lap urging for him to speak with them.
"Um, guys?" Harry uncurled himself from Louis and slipped off the older man's lap so he was sat next to him, "If you're looking, just to save you all the time and money, I'll do it."
And the smiles that lit up on Zayn and Liam faces could turn anybodies insides too mush. "Really? You're sure?" Liam grinned.
"Louis and I talked about it and yeah, I'd really love to do this for you... if you'll let me." Harry said with his fingers linked to Louis'.
"Of course we'll let you!" Zayn rushed to the boy and hugged him tight, "Thank you. Thank you so, so much." Liam walked over as well and joined Harry and his boyfriend in an embrace.
“Thank you, Harry,” Liam murmured pressing a gentle kiss to Harry’s cheek before turning to Louis. “You sure you’re okay with this?” He whispered as they hugged.
“Yeah it’s fine,” Louis smiled. The commotion and suddenly considerably louder voices around him caused Wills to stir and awaken, so Zayn was forced to pull away from Harry so the younger man could tend to his son, but looks of excitement and happiness remained on his and Liam’s faces as they turned to each other.
“I can’t believe we’re going to get our baby!” Zayn whisper squealed so as not to disturb the child Harry was rocking back into a slumber.
“I know. I love you.” Liam bumped his nose with Zayn’s smiling like an idiot as their lips locked.
**********
“Wow, Harry, I haven’t seen you in a while,” Doctor Smith smiled when her former patient entered the consulting room. “How is little William?”
“Not so little anymore. He’s walking and talking and running around the place. Growing up to fast, I don’t like it.”
Doctor Smith laughed quietly, the last time she had seen William was the day he had been born so it was hard for he to imagine that he was a toddler giving his parents hell. “What is it that I can help you with?”
Harry took a seat opposite the young doctor then started speaking. “Well I agreed to surrogate for some friends and I just wanted to check that everything was alright before we rushed into anything."
"Okay, sounds like a smart idea. I'm sure you know the drill by now." Harry nodded and stood up from his seat and made his way to the familiar exam table, rolling his t-shirt up when he was settled. "So, surrogacy eh?"
"Yeah," Harry laughed breathlessly, "Two pregnancies in two years. It's kind of scary."
"Any more babies round the corner for you and Louis?" Doctor Smith pried.
"Maybe in a few more years yet," Harry answered, "We should probably get this baby made before Louis and I start thinking about any more of our own."
**********
"You do understand that it's unusual for an egg to take on the first attempt?" The fertility consultant questioned. The room was crammed full of people as Liam and Zayn both needed to be there as did Harry for obvious reasons; and because this was involving his boyfriend getting pregnant, Louis had insisted on going as well. Since Niall had been busy there was no one to look after Wills, so he was also with them, sat contently in Louis lap.
"We read up on everything and we know that it might take a few goes for anything to happen." Liam answered, his fingers entwined with Zayn's.
"Alright, and Mr Styles I understand that this will be your second pregnancy." Long, blonde hair fell in front of the middle aged woman's face as she spoke, but she quickly brushed it away.
"I had a baby a little over a year ago." Harry replied shortly.
"Were there any complications during the pregnancy?" Harry shook his head. "What about the birth?" Again, the Cheshire lad shook his head no. Smiling, the woman handed Harry an appointment card which had a date and time written on it. "Come back here then and we'll plant the egg. Congratulations boys."
**********
"All I'm saying is, Two Towers is better than the Fellowship. That's why we should watch it." Louis stated grabbing another blanket and wrapping it around his son who was sat in the middle of his crossed legs.
"Yes but Two Towers is the second in the trilogy," Niall cut in, "You can't just start at the second film."
"It is better, though, Ni," Zayn said.
"I still say we watch Return of the Kind," Liam muttered pulling all three of the film cases out from the shelf next to the TV.
"Return of the King is awful, not to mention bloody long!" Louis exclaimed.
"Maybe we just shouldn't watch Lord of the Rings," Zayn interjected trying to break things up before it turned into yet another argument about what film they should watch.
"What do you suggest we watch then?!" Niall asked, hands flying up in frustration.
"Star Wars!" Liam exclaimed.
"Christ, you complete nerd. We are not watching Star Wars." Louis hissed.
"Oh I'm the nerd? Coming from the one who can practically speak fluent elvish!"
"Neh enna ve's llie!"
"Guys," Harry practically squeals as he comes bolting into the room. "You're gonna have a baby!" He holds up the plastic white stick in his hand "I'm pregnant, you're going to have a baby!"
**********
The pregnancy was easy, just as Wills' had been. Harry was laid back the whole time and everyone was perfectly happy and excited for the baby to arrive. Although, Harry did get slightly annoyed when they were told that the would only weigh around six pounds upon birth where as Wills has weighed almost ten. He blamed it on Louis that all their babies would be massive, didn't know quite how but somehow it was all Louis' fault.
It had been tough on Louis to see Harry go through an entire pregnancy that wasn't with their own child, but even the sex deprived, exhausted from late night food runs shell of a man couldn't help the warm feeling he got every time he saw the look on his best friend's faces when they felt their child kick from inside Harry.
June 23rd was when it all started to kick off and no one could have been better prepared for it to happen; they had all been waiting for over a week by then.
Harry shook Louis awake at just gone half past one in the morning, the contractions he had been feeling almost all day just having gotten worse.
"Louis," Harry whispered whilst shaking the older man's sleeping form, "Lou, wake up."
"Haz, what's wrong?" Louis croaked, sitting up slowly and turning to face Harry. The curly haired boy immediately buried his face into Louis warm bare chest, breathing harshly through the contraction that was rolling over him. "Oh baby, is it time?"
Harry managed a week nod into his boyfriend's naked skin.
"Should we get you to hospital, love?" Louis asked, gently trying to move Harry into a standing position.
"N-No. I want to do it here," Harry insisted, remaining where he was and holding tightly onto Louis. "Doctor Smith gave me her mobile number so she could come over and deliver it."
"You sure you don't want to go to hospital, sweetheart?" Louis questioned, knowing that a home birth would mean no means of medication and not much assistance. But then again, Doctor Smith had delivered Wills and Louis trusted her to do a good job.
"I'm sure. I'll be more comfortable here."
**********
"Is it safe to do it at home?" Zayn asked when Doctor Smith had finished checking Harry's dilation for the third time. The persistent questions were starting to pester her, but she didn't say anything about it as she knew they were just worried first time parents.
“Perfectly safe. I’ve delivered many babies at home.” Doctor Smith smiled up at the clearly terrified raven haired boy while setting yet another towel underneath Harry’s legs. “Harry you’re at ten centimetres so you’ll probably feel a very strong urge to push soon. When you do I just want you to pull your legs back and bare down as hard as you can, okay? Don’t push if on your contractions you don’t feel the need to, but it should come soon.”
Harry relaxed back into Louis chest; he did feel a little bit awkward that two of his best mates were staring at his naked lower half. It wasn’t long before another contraction started to sweep its way through him, but he didn’t need to push yet so he focused on keeping breathing.
“You’re doing really great, babe,” Louis kissed the back of his head, one arm wrapped around the younger lads chest, the other holding his hand tightly as the boy fought all the need to cry out in pain.
“I don’t need to push yet,” Harry murmured, his head lolling to the side when the contraction ended.
“That’s okay, just push when you need to,” Louis assured, holding onto him tighter.
The next contraction was accompanied by an undeniable need to push, so, following Doctor Smith’s earlier instructions, he pulled his legs up so his heels were digging into the mattress and bore down with all the strength he could muster.
“That’s really good, Harry, baby’s already starting to crown,” Doctor Smith informed, her hand coming up to help the baby’s head on the way out as Harry pushed.
“Oh my god,” Zayn breathed when he saw the top of his baby’s head slowly start to emerge from Harry’s body.
“There’s our baby,” Liam whispered in his ear, placing a kiss on the lobe as he held his boyfriend’s hand tight.
Harry groaned when the widest part of the baby’s head emerged from him, pushing it the rest of the way free.
“You’re so amazing, darling,” Louis muttered, holding him tighter as Harry started to push the first shoulder out of him.
“I forgot how much this hurt,” Harry laughed lightly, moaning at the pain when the shoulder popped out of him.
“One more push will do it, Harry. With the next contraction bare down nice and hard for me.” Doctor Smith instructed, both her hands cradling the baby’s head.
Using all his strength, Harry propped himself up further; Louis held him tighter when the younger boy started to let out whimpers and groans of pain. The burning sensation was unbearable, better than it had been when he gave birth to Wills since this baby was a lot smaller, but it was still unbearable nonetheless. It took all of Harry’s will power not to just scream out in agony.
“Stay calm, baby; you’ve done so well so far, don’t lose it now.” Louis cooed squeezing Harry’s hand when he felt him tense up and push.
The baby left Harry’s body with one final push, the Cheshire boy gasping in a huge breath of air as all the pressure left him.
Zayn immediately felt tears spring to his eyes at the first look he got of his newborn, the child squirming and crying helplessly as the doctor cleared its airways and swaddled the tiny thing up in a blanket.
“Little baby girl,” Doctor Smith announced, placing the wailing child into Zayn’s waiting arms.
“You did well, Haz. I’m really proud of you,” Louis murmured while running his hands up and down Harry’s sides in a soothing motion.
“Does one of you want to cut the cord?” Doctor Smith asked, clamping the umbilical cord connecting the baby to Harry.
Liam and Zayn looked to each other, the raven haired boy saying, “I want you to do it,”
Doctor Smith held a pair of scissors out to the new father who smiled brightly as he separated his baby from Harry.
“Can I see her?” Harry croaked feeling completely exhausted, but he still wanted to see the child he’s brought into the world.
Zayn smiled at him and lowered his arms so Harry could get a good look at the child he was holding.
“She’s beautiful, guys,” Harry smiled, peering into the blankets to see the little ones face, “What are you going to call her?”
The Wolverhampton lad settled himself next to Zayn, one arm securing itself around the boy’s waist, the other coming up to cradle the baby in Zayn’s arms. “For a girl we said we wanted to call her Teigan Harriet Payne.”
Harry blushed and caressed the little one’s cheek, “That’s a pretty name. Congratulations.”
Thank you :) If you would like to know what the next ones will be about, they are all listed in my to-do-list page, but if not then keep it a surprise :) xxx
Are you going to be filling any more prompts soon?
I'm just in the middle of writing one, lovely :) Really sorry for the wait, but I'll be on my Christmas break soon and I'm hoping to get a lot done then. xxx
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