Paper Hearts (Book Five)

Chapter Forty-Seven

Lol. Time jump cause it's chapter 47 and Niall's been prego for about 20 of them and Liam's been prego for like the whole book. omg connie. Get it together.

F uck timelines

I'm god

Lol. Jk. Sorry for the authors note at the beginning.

So basically Liam's about 8 months prego and Niall is 5.

Chapter Forty-Seven

And I wish the music didn't play forever

Cause I'm feeling like a broken record

It was around two in the morning when we got a phone call. It literally felt like I had just fallen asleep when it started to vibrate, Zayns name flashing across the screen. Niall let out an annoyed sigh before turning away from me. I groggily turned on the bedside lamp before answering the phone.

"Hello?"

"Harry?! Thank god you picked up." Zayn said frantically on the other end. My tired brain didn't want to process a reason why he was freaking out.

"Why'd you call Zayn? It's two in the morning." I groaned when I saw the time on the alarm clock, seriously debating on hanging up the phone in this very moment.

"Liam's in labor." And just like that I was awake, already climbing out of bed to pull on a shirt.

"Shit. Okay. Do you need me to come pick up Oliver?" I spoke frantically, waking up Niall in the process. He sat up in the bed, his hair sticking up in all directions and the shirt he was wearing barely covered his baby bump. He was far bigger this time with the second set of twins, but then again Jonah and Jemma were small from the beginning.

These two boys were growing at an alarming rate.

"I'm actually on your street right now." Zayn now sounded calm, which I honestly couldn't say if it was a good thing or not.

"Oh alright. I'll meet you at the door." I said, walking out of the room and running down the stairs. Zayn didn't even bother to knock, meeting me in the living room with a sleeping Oliver.

"Sorry for just springing this on you. Labor doesn't exactly give you a warning time." Zayn said quickly, passing Oliver over to me. The nine year old whined a little before settling down in my arms.

"Tell me about it. Now get your ass out of my house." I said, gesturing towards the door. Zayn nodded before he left, closing the door behind him. I carried Oliver upstairs before placing him in A.J.'s room. We had gotten a spare bed, mainly due the fact we were beginning to move Jonah in there to make room for the new twins. Jemma would move into Audrey's room, leaving an empty room for the boys.

We hadn't had time to look for a new house yet, and to be quite honest I didn't want to move.

But eventually we would have to.

After I put Oliver down I went back to my own room, smiling softly at Niall before climbing back into bed. He snuggled up to me almost instantly, his head on my chest and his baby bump against my side.

"Who was it?" He mumbled, his eyes closed.

"Zayn. Liam went into labor, so he needed to let me know he was dropping Olly off." I whispered, kissing the top of his head before turning off the light. Niall didn't say another word, so I assumed he went back to sleep. It didn't take me much longer to join him.

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Zayn called me again around seven, waking not only me up but Niall again. Niall let out an annoyed groan before grabbing the pillow and throwing it over his face.

"Does he not understand that I'm sleeping?!" He yelled into the pillow, receiving a tired chuckle from me as I grabbed my phone.

"Hey Zayn. How's he doing?" I asked, looking over at Niall who was pouting. I smiled before running at his belly softly, knowing full well that would help him go back to sleep.

Or at least the boys.

"Baby and Liam are doing great. F uck, Harry... she's absolutely beautiful." Zayns voice held a sense of wonderment, pride clear in it as he spoke. I smiled at that, finally happy to know my friend was happy.

"What'd you guys name her? You never told Niall and I."

"Olivia Justine." Zayn said excitedly.

"Olivia and Oliver? Isn't that going to be confusing?"

"We thought it would be cute. You guys have your theme and we have ours." And I could just picture Zayn shrugging as he spoke.

"Alright. She sounds perfect Zayn... Do you want me to bring Oliver to the hospital then?" I asked, yawning as I leaned against the headboard. Niall was already back to sleep, soft breaths escaping his nose.

"That would be great, but you can wait a little while. Liam's exhausted and I know he'll be upset if he missed Olly. So bring him around noon?"

"Alright. See you then." I mumbled a goodbye and Zayn hung up.

"Did they really name her Olivia?" Niall whispered, surprising me as I had thought he had gone back to sleep. I smiled softly before nodding.

"Yeah... Olivia Justine. Personally I would've gone with like Granite or Sandstone. Zayn likes rocks."

"They could've named her Granite Turtle Payne-Malik." Niall said tiredly, earning a chuckle from me.

"You sure you don't want any kids named Slut Dresser?" I teased, earning a snort from Niall.

"Idiot."

"Yours. Always yours."

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Finally.

After 5926295 years of being prego Liam had his baby.

No complications. Happy day.

I have nothing more to say lol

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