⁠☞ narry one-shots

✎life or loss?

tw : mpreg

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Niall pov:

"Hey baby!" Harry's beaming face popped up on my screen.

"Hey Haz, how's the tour?" I smiled ready for the long ramble to come.

He immediately started ranting on and on about his fans and the amazing feeling of adrenaline when dancing on stage.

I just sighed contentedly, admiring his beautiful features. Like the way his baby hairs bounced slightly as he nodded his head enthusiastically, or the way his tiny dimples popped out whenever he chuckled to himself.

"Okay, okay. Enough about me," he finally cut his rambles short.

"But whyyy!" I whined, "I want to hear more."

"Well that's not fair on me is it, love?" He adjusted the camera angle, "Because I want to hear about my husband's day. My husband who is currently situated in a totally different country than me!"

"Well, think about it this way," I leant back in my seat, "You and I will get to see each other tomorrow and then we can talk all about my day."

"Haha, nice try buster," he said sarcastically, "Now tell me..."

I groaned at what was going to hit me.

"How are you doing? Have you been eating enough? Sleeping enough? Drinking enough water? How's the baby? Has the little bean been troubling you? Are you taking your supplements and vitamins? When was your last ultrasound? Can I see your bump please?" His eyes were lit up with such passion, even more than when he was talking about touring.

I just chuckled to myself at his antics. Harry always asked me the same questions everyday. It was horribly endearing though, some might argue, a turn on.

I laid a hand on my round baby bump and smiled. I just hit 7 and a half months a few days ago and now I was just counting down the days till I could finally hold my baby in my arms.

Harry was finishing the last leg of his European Love on Tour tomorrow, in hopes that he will be able to take care of me in my last month. I really missed him and the way he would stroke my belly whenever I was asleep or make sure I had eaten everything.

Okay, to be fair he was still doing that last bit, just through our daily FaceTimes. I called his overbearing side, Mumry, because that is what was he was being , a mum.

"Harry, the baby and I are doing great. Well, the little bean does keeps me up at night with her soccer practice but other than that we're fine!" I giggled when I looked up at the screen.

His face was practically shoved in the camera and I could tell he was on the edge of his seat.

"Niall, my darling, let me see the bump. Please!" He pouted.

"Fine," I mumbled, trying to prop my phone on the kitchen counter so my stomach was in clear view.

I heard a very unmanly squeal of excitement from my phone and I stared at Harry bouncing up and down in his seat, "She's gotten so big!"

A kick.

Fuck no, she just fell asleep.

"Oh. My. God. Niall! Look at the baby's little foot!" Harry had squished his fists into his cheeks as he gazed starry eyed at me, "Honey, let me get closer. I want to get closer. I need to see her from closer!"

I rolled my eyes, "Harry you're acting like a little kid."

"Closer !" was his reply.

Idiot.

I brought the phone up to my stomach, right where the little bean was mercilessly kicking.

I groaned in discomfort, a very common feeling now, thanks to the baby.

"Sweetheart? You okay?" Harry's voice rung out.

"Yep. The baby just...keeps...kicking. ugh!" I rub my swollen belly in hopes to calm her down.

"Never fear! Daddy is here!" Harry declared with a grin, " Hey baby girl. You are hurting your mummy so-"

"Harold! I. Am. Not. A. Fucking. Mummy." I cut in, angrily.

"See, little bean, you're making your Mummy really upset. Of course you only listen to Daddy though, am I right? So when I tell you to calm down you will." His eyes danced with joy and I spotted a few of his friends watching him from afar.

"Hey Mitch and Sarah! What's up?" I called out to them, focusing the camera on my face again.

My boyfriend snapped his head back with a scowl, "Fuck off guys. This is my Niall time."

Ignoring him, they walked up to the phone and snatched it out of Harry's hands.

Yeah. He was not going to be happy about that.

"Hey Nialler!" they chorused, "How's the baby?"

I chuckled, "Extremely restless-"

Harry grabbed the phone back, "Just like her father when he doesn't get to talk to his husband. The love of his life. The one he married. So you can fuck off guys! "

Cackling was heard in the background as the pair quickly said their goodbyes and hurried off.

"Did I ever tell you how much I love you?" My husband gazed at me.

"I don't think you have ever said those three words to me before!" I threw my head back dramatically.

"Well, I don't think you have ever told me you were having a baby!" he wiped a fake tear away from his eye in mock sadness.

"I was kind of waiting for you to proclaim your love to me first." I teased.

"I love you."

"I'm having a baby."

We burst into hysterical laughter. Even though Harry and I were grown men, we still acted like little kids.

Suddenly my laughter was cut short with a stabbing pain in my stomach.

I let out a sharp gasp and dropped my phone in shock.

Were Braxton Hicks supposed to come this early? I pressed a finger to the throbbing area in my belly.

"Niall?! Baby, are you okay?! What's happening?!" Harry's voice dripped with uncertainty and worry.

I bent down to pick up the phone, when another red hot pain seared through my abdomen, ignoring his shouts of fear.

"Fuck!" I hissed.

"NIALL JAMES HORAN! WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!" My boyfriend almost screeched.

Pop. Splash! A puddle of water started to grow under my legs, "Shit. Shit. Shit!"

Please, god no.

"Baby. Answer me please." Harry's voice was soft and scared.

The pain passed quickly and I hurriedly grabbed the phone from the floor.

"Sunshine!" he breathed out in relief, "What's happening?"

I squeezed my eyes such as another stab pierced my stomach. The sudden pain muffled out Harry's frantic calls.

"NIALL! What's wrong baby?!" desperation radiated off his voice and I knew I had to reply quickly, or he would assume the worst.

"Harry," I looked up into his watery eyes and whispered, "The baby's coming, NOW."

It was like everything stopped after I said those words. His body just froze as if the screen was glitching.

All the colour completely drained out of his flushed face and his eyes widened in horror.

"T-the baby is c-coming...now?" He hoarsely muttered in a daze.

I whimpered in pain, nodding.

Suddenly, everything seemed to register in his face. Shit. Maybe I shouldn't have ripped the bandaid of like that.

"No... No. No. No no no. NO!" Harry shouted in a panic and I could see a couple of people burst in the room, "S-she can't come now! I'm not in the country, it's too early, Liam just left the state yesterday! She's not developed enough to come early! It could kill you..."

I could vaguely make out Harry frantically whispering something to his manager, Jeff and one of our friends, Ben Winston. They both didn't waste a second after Harry explained the situation and started talking rapidly into their own phones. Every now and they would let out a string of curses and hang up.

"Harry. Niall. I need you to calm down," Ben grabbed my boyfriend's shoulder and stared into his eyes, "We can't seem to contact any hospitals in your area and there doesn't seem to be any people we know who can get to your house in time."

Fucking hell. I was screwed.

Then like a decree from the heavens one person popped up in my mind.

"Ben. My brother Greg is in LA for a press conference. Call him," I rasped as Jeff immediately started dialling on his phone.

Suddenly, tears sprung in my eyes as the worst molten pain raged in my body. I bit down on my hand to muffle the animalistic howl that sobbed out of my mouth.

No, no, no. This wasn't a contraction. This was much much worse.

I glance at my phone to see Harry staring at me, tears streaming down his face, "B-baby? What's wrong?"

"H-harry?" I scrunched my eyes such and dug my nails into my belly.

"Niall. What is it?" His voice had hardened into a serious tone and I knew he could sense something that is wrong.

A new wetness drenched my pants and I looked down.

Fuck.

Blood.

Red, thick, blood.

"Harry. There's blood. There's blood everywhere! The baby is-" dizziness overcame me and I knew that if I drifted off, there was a chance I wouldn't be waking up again.

I directed the camera towards the red mess on my pants and gasps rung out of my phone.

"I'm gonna be sick..." Harry's face started turning a sickly green colour before he gagged into his fist and starting throwing up. Ben had managed to grab a bin and quickly place it under his mouth.

I arched my back, crying out, as pain started to continuously stab my stomach. If this was the last time I was going to see Harry, I needed to make sure he knew how much loved him.

"Harry..." I croaked out.

His head snapped towards me, and I could make out the seat of his private jet behind him. How long had I been out of it for?

"Niall baby...don't worry. I'm coming to LA...Greg is on his way and so is the ambulance. You are going to be alright." his voice was shaky and uncertain, almost like he's trying to assure himself.

"Harry," my voice held a firm and serious tone, "At the end, if it comes down to either me or the baby, you know who to choose."

He let out a wail, "Don't you fucking say that! You both with survive. You both HAVE to survive. I can't live without you, I can't lose you..."

"I love you Harry," I closed my eyes.

"God help me!" Harry sobbed, his breathing erratic and frantic, "Stay awake for me baby! PLEASE!"

Not being able to handle it anymore, I hung up.

I'm so sorry Harry.

Suddenly the door burst open and my panicked brother hurried into the room, eyes blown wide.

He scrambled around the house in a panic, supposedly looking for me.

Why was I always surrounded by idiots? The fucker couldn't even see something right in front of him.

"I'm here you dumbass!" My voice came out croaky and hoarse but nonetheless he still heard me.

"Oh my god," a hand flew to his mouth as he spotted me, rushing towards my limp figure, "Baby brother this is...are you okay?"

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it suddenly when a wave of pain smashed into me again, "G-greg. I think I might...die."

My brother looked at me with fierce anger and I knew it was just a mask to cover up his desperation, "Not if I can fucking help it"

I coughed roughly, my other hand clutching my stomach, "But you can't."

A single tear fell from his eye, followed by more and more.

Suddenly, a deafening siren pierced through the silence and bright, flashing lights.

Everything was a blur after that, people in bright uniforms rushed in the house and started touching me everywhere. I writhed in pain as they began to lift me away.

The last thing I heard before I blacked out was my brothers pleading sobs for me to stay awake.

Then everything was silent.

Harry's POV:

I stumbled out of the plane in a daze, Ben steadying me with a firm grip around my arm.

I probably looked horrible. I mean, as soon as Niall hung up, I apparently needed to be sedated, with amount of of thrashing and screaming I did. According to Jeff, I even tried to jump out of the plane.

My mind shuddered at the thought of me falling to my doom.

I had also thrown up a grand total of five times. God bless Ben and Jeff who tended to me the whole ride.

Hushed whispers were muttered around me and I prayed from the deepest depths in my heart that no one would stop me for a picture or an autograph.

I was, in fact, still in my concert clothes and stuck out like a sore thumb.

Hurriedly getting in my private ride, I slumped in my seat and unlocked my phone, frantically searching for any news on my boyfriend at all.

*Niall Horan hospitalised for placenta detachment* 2hrs

*Niall Horan dead after a fatal incident with the detachment of placenta* 1hr

*Miracle baby survives after the death of their father, Niall Horan* 30mins

Niall...Niall Horan, my husband...died?

Everything started to spin and dizziness wash over me. I let out a strangled sob, before hurriedly opening the window and throwing up all over the road.

"Harry?!" Ben grabbed my shoulder with wide eyes and I just shoved my phone in his chest, not caring.

If Niall died...what was the point in living? He was the love of my life. The reason my heart kept beating everyday. He was my sun. My moon, and now...he was gone.

And it was all my fucking fault. If I was there for him, if I could've stopped acting like a idiot and actually took action sooner he would be alive. If I didn't want to have a baby. If I didn't allow him to keep the damned thing. It was all my fault.

The car scrunched to a halt and I snapped to my senses, throwing the door open and rushing into the hospital.

I grabbed the nearest nurse and started shaking her by her shoulders, "Where is he?! WHERE IS HE?!"

I was jerked back suddenly and Ben pulled me away from her by my collar, apologising quickly to the terrified girl.

"Harry, you idiot. You of all people should know that you can't trust everything on the internet. Now look what you have done to that poor girl." He hissed in his 'no bullshit' tone.

Well today Benjamin, I was all about the fucking bullshit.

I just ripped myself from his iron grip and ran towards the reception desk slamming my fists on the table, "WHERE IS H-"

The lady cut me off, " Niall Horan, room 221 just to the right."

I shot her a grateful look and took off running, just as Ben made another attempt to snatch me away.

Sucker.

The room number caught my eye and I slammed my body into the door, swinging it almost of its hinges.

The nurses startled in surprise before glaring daggers at me.

But I didn't care and I didn't give a fuck at all. They could impale me with their fiery stares and stab the living hell out of me with all their operation tools.

Treat people with kindness had already died the minute my boyfriend hung up.

"Niall Horan. Is he alive? Please tell me he's alive. God, I hope he's alive." I stopped my rambling short when a petit nurse started to open her mouth.

"Mr Styles, I presume?"

I just glared at her. That wasn't the fucking answer I was looking for bitch!

"Mr Horan is in a stable condition and your little girl was born healthy with no apparent health conditions."

Niall...was okay?

I collapsed to my knees, tears streaming down my face.

Looking up to the roof I let out a hysterical laugh, "THANK YOU! THANK YOU SO MUCH!"

Ben stood behind me, smiling tearily and I looked at him with bursting happiness.

I have a baby girl.

A healthy, beautiful baby girl.

And a husband . A husband I can grow old with and love till my dying breath.

I wobbled to my feet and cheered like I was the king of the world. Because in that moment, I felt like I could move mountains and rid world hunger. I felt like I could do anything. Achieve anything and fight anyone.

And then, of course as I decided that the future deserved me in it...my fucking weak body passed out.

I'm not a pussy, I swear.

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The warmth from a pair of comforting arms was the first thing I noticed as I woke up.

My eyes peeled open, only to be startled closed again by a pale, green-eyed face shoved into my chest.

"Niall. Honey... it's just me. Open those beautiful eyes for your longing boyfriend," Harry's soft voice felt like velvet as it entered my ears.

"Ha-rry?" I croaked out, my throat dry.

"Oh Niall!" He nuzzled his face deeper into my chest and I hissed in pain.

The weight of his body on mine was immediately lifted as Harry sprang away frantically, "Oh my god! Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

"My stomach hurts Haz...so bad," I cried out, hot tears spilling over my prickly hot cheeks, "I feel...like I'm suffocating."

"I'll call the doctor," His voice was low with worry and seriousness as he slammed his fist against the call button.

Harry pressed a cool hand to my forehead before his eyes glazed over slightly, "Sunshine...you're burning up."

The fear dripping off his voice was undeniable and I felt myself go rigid at the thought of Harry worrying himself sick.

"It's probably a mild side effect, baby," I soothed him, "Fevers happen all the time."

"Mr Styles, glad to see that you're awake." The doctor shuffled into the room.

He was a young man of about 25 and was extremely good looking.

Harry was in a flash at his side, spilling out his worries and concerns about me in a blur.

Or maybe it was a blur just for me?

"Mr Styles, do you mind sitting down so we can discuss the extent of your husband's injuries?" The doctor gently questioned Harry before retrieving a clipboard from a desk in the corner.

Harry nodded and numbly sat down.

"So Mr Styles' placenta detached due to some complications with the size and development of your baby - which I might add was perfectly healthy for her. For you, not so much. Since male pregnancies are quite uncommon, we didn't have enough research to realise that your body was giving too much to your baby, weakening you."

I could hear Harry gulp and snatch my hand in an instant.

The poor lad had been through too much already.

"There was a next to nothing chance that we could've lost the baby to underdevelopment and the only urgency for her was to get her out before she suffocated. However we were and still are concerned about your health. There was almost a 90% chance that we could've lost you in that surgery."

Harry let out a strangled gasp and slumped in his seat, a tear sliding down his face.

I just listened gravely, squeezing his hand every-so-often.

"This fever you are experiencing is only part of the many side effects you are going to face in the next couple of months. We are extremely sure that you will make a full recovery, but we are unsure how long it is going to take.

I smile at my husband and he lets out a relieved sob.

"Side effects will include nausea, fever, aches and pain and a drastic decline in strength. You probably won't be able to leave your bed for a few weeks, but we are going to have to ask your husband to move you around the house, just so you don't get any blood clots or sores for staying in one place."

Harry had straightened up and was nodding more intently, serious about the role he had to play in my road to recovery.

"On a brighter note, you guys are new parents to beautiful baby girl!" He grinned at us, tucking a strand of golden locks behind his ear.

"Janet, why don't you go get their little joy from her cot?" He beckoned to an elderly, motherly-looking nurse who nodded sweetly and left.

She came back with a small bundle of blankets.

Harry had gone rigid, his eyes widened into round pools of darkened green. He bit his lip and tugged on his shirt nervously.

Janet softly smiled at him before gently laying the bundle in his outstretched arms. She then started adjusting Harry's arms around so the baby would be more secure and safe.

"You two did some fine work. She really is a little princess." She winked at us before hurrying off after the doctor, who had decided to leave us with some family time.

I nodded at them before turning my face around to look at my husband.

Immediately, my hand slapped over my mouth, trying to surpress a fit of laughter at Harry's blubbering face.

His cheeks had gone all pink and tears spilled over them like a crystal waterfall. His eyes were fixated on the bundle and I craned my head to see a pale, tranquil baby face peaking from the masses of blankets.

That's her.

Our baby.

"Isn't she the most beautiful view you've ever seen?" my husband sniffled, pressing a sweet kiss to her forehead before handing her to me.

I cooed at her and Harry shuffled closer, silently offering his body for me to lean on.

"Yes. Yes she is. And she is all ours."

my space :

sucky ending. 

sorry. 

also a bit dramatic.

sorry.

all the love, 

T xx