(Requests Closed) One Direction Bromance One Shots.

Unplanned (Niam Mpreg)

Liam's POV

Tears were falling at massive rates as I rubbed my growing stomach, this was unplanned and to make thing worse, the love of my life was gone, and I don't mean dead, he was off fighting in some place for our country, don't get me wrong he was doing an amazing thing, but I missed him like crazy, and I was pregnant.

I sat down on my bed and skimmed over the many letters Niall had sent me, rereading over them I couldn't help but let my tears spill out even more rapidly, my body shaking as I buried my head deep into my pillow, I clutched onto the small stuffed elephant, Niall won me at a cheesy fair on our second date before I looked down at my band, stuck on my left hand, glowing.

I rubbed my active belly out of habit trying to sooth the small infant behind my skin, as I stared around the room, I was definitely right, I hadn't heard Niall's voice for over 7 months, and I was urging to hear it again.

I heard the mail get pushed threw the shoot as I hurried to my feet as quick as I could, I bent down trying not to hurt my child as I sighed, looking for a letter from Niall before I stopped, my body starting to shake harshly as I backed up to the couch, many people had told me when you get a letter like this to be scared.

The letter was small, had the name of Niall's dog tags written neatly across the top, I slowly ripped the brownish envelope open, my fingers unable to flip the folded letter open, I was dreading to read what was on the other side of this blank sheet, either Niall was dead, or missing in action, and either way I was frightened.

I felt myself rubbing my stomach smoothly as I tried to settle our little boy, my eyes closed tightly as I quickly unfolded the letter, my body trembling as I read over it, my eye brows knitted as I stopped, my breathing stopping as I read over the line multiple times.

'Due to injury Niall Horan will be returning home'

I was now breathing heavily, my head staring at the ceiling and a massive smile pressed to my lips, not all letters are bad these days.

He would still be away before he returned, a crushed right arm, due to being shot during open fire, but I'd didn't care if Niall returned missing two legs and a finger, at least I would get to see him again, kiss him again and hold him close.

As my mind fluttered around with happiness, our small little boy had suddenly become active, kicking hard on my stomach, I grinned, even though it hurt, I was to happy to realize my phone was ringing or the fact my doorbell was being pushed rapidly.

Niall's POV

I groaned holding my right arm close to my chest as I continued to hit the doorbell, I was hoping Liam hadn't moved in or left our little cottage home since I left the country, I couldn't believe my luck, after I was shot out in the battle field, I thought I was going to die, and never return to see my husband again, it was amazing how much I cried when I woke up and got the report to say I was returning home, and this time for good.

The door was pulled open but a cubby Liam, a goofy smile on his lips as he looked totally oblivious as to who was standing in the door way, his hand resting on his larger belly and he glanced up from his phone, all most dropping it out of full shook, his lips parted slightly as his chocolate brown eyes became wide, a massive smile gidding on his lips, tears now falling rapidly down my cheeks as well as his own.

"I-I" he choked out before wrapping his arms around me, nuzzling his head into my neck as I rubbed his back with my right hand, our neighbours cooing as they peered down at us, I took in his familiar scent, I had missed for over 7 months before I felt a impact on my stomach, coming off Liam's.

"Li" I said softly, once I had regained myself and stumbled into our flat, shifting my hand down to his stomach, listening to his relaxing breathing.

"Yeah?" He asked, resting his own hand gently on my own, before I felt the impact again, this time on my hand, I became choked up, tears spilling again as I had realised what was beneath Liam's skin.

"Your p-pregnant" I choked out, now rubbing his stomach gently, unable to remove my hand from his belly.

"Yeah..a boy" he smiled, looking down at my left hand, before sniffling, I was clutching my dog tags as he ran his warm fingers across my band.

"Never took it off once, even though I was suppose to" I smiled, pecking his nose, before he kissed me passionately unable to hold back his tears again as he clutched my hand.

"I missed you so much, I swear I thought I had lost you this morning, when I received this" he leaned down picking up the thin, brownish coloured paper, my dog tags number spread across the top before I sighed.

"I hate those, I hate how they have to send them to people" I sighed pulling Liam into my lap, letting him rest on my left side, as I held my hand on his stomach.

"Mrs Kingstown recieved the same letter a month ago, it was so horrible" Liam said shaking his head, his chestnut coloured locks, sticking up in many directions as he bit his lip.

"She lost her husband, I ended up making her food and things, and I let her cry into my shoulder for many days of the week, and of course I got emotional as well" he rambled on, before turning to face me, tears dwelling beneath his tired eyes.

"And then I received one, I swear I was having a panic attack" he sighed, resting his hands on my shoulders sadly, one hand going back to rest on his stomach.

"But you still have me" I smiled reassuringly.

"And this time I promise I'm not going anywhere" I grinned as he pecked my nose, as I started to run small circles on his bump.

"I'm calling him James" Liam blushed, slipping off my lap to bury his head into my chest, I couldn't help but smile as Liam rested his leg over mine.

"Our middle names put together" he muttered, his eyes winning their war, as Liam yawned, clutching my thigh as he slowly fell asleep.

2 months Later.

It was amazing, our small boy was born healthy, had all his toes, fingers and was perfectly fine, Liam spent his first four hours holding him crying his eyes out about how much he looked like me, before he fell asleep, clutching the small boy close to his chest, and I must say I was glad I didn't die out there that day, I was glad I got the chance to return to my beautiful life, I was glad I still had Liam, and Now I had James too.

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I made my first Niam one shot, sad and fluffy and now I'm bawling, why are my feels so emotional?