Harry:
It's the final night of the tour at the O2 Arena, and the energy backstage is electric. The boys are ready to take the stage, but their eyes keep darting to you with concern. You're heavily pregnant, and it's clear that the baby could arrive any minute. Harry is more nervous than he's ever been, and the boys are doing their best to keep you comfortable, trying to coax the baby to wait just a little longer – at least until the concert is over.
You decide to watch the concert from a quiet spot near the family. As the first notes of the opening song play and the boys run onto the stage, you feel a twinge in your belly. You try to ignore it, to keep it to yourself, but by the middle of the concert, the contractions become unbearable. Anne, Gemma, and the rest of the 1D family quickly notice what's happening, and suddenly, there's chaos backstage.
With sweaty hands, they rush you back to the dressing room. Paul, the security chief, is visibly nervous and asks you breathlessly, "Should we get Harry?" You shake your head firmly: "NO! I don't want to interrupt the concert." But you hear him mutter under his breath, "Harry's going to kill me."
Paul tries to stay calm, but his anxiety is palpable. As the contractions intensify, Anne and Gemma move closer, their faces tense with worry. You're determined not to take Harry away from the concert – he's been looking forward to this moment, the grand finale of the tour with his fans, for so long.
But as the pain becomes more intense and you realize the birth is imminent, panic starts to set in. Gemma holds your hand while Anne soothes you, whispering that everything will be alright. Despite your efforts to stay strong, you can feel the tears welling up.
Then, amidst one of the loudest cheers from the crowd, your water breaks. There's no turning back. The situation is serious, and you know you need Harry by your side now. Paul looks at you and understands without words. "I'll get him," he says with determination and disappears.
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**Harry's POV:**
I'm on stage, right in the middle of one of our biggest hits. The lights are blinding, the fans are singing along to every word, and normally, that would be all I need to be completely in the moment. But not today. Today, I can't think of anything but y/n. She's heavily pregnant, and with each song, my unease grows.
Suddenly, I see Paul. He's running directly onto the stage, his face a mix of tension and urgency. My heart skips a beat. The fans notice immediately that something's not right. Paul gets close enough for me to hear him over the music, shouting in my ear: "Her water broke, she needs you now!"
Without a second's hesitation, I turn to the boys. The look on their faces shows they know what's going on. I drop the mic and dash off the stage, following Paul through the dark corridors backstage. My heart is pounding, and the world around me becomes a blur. All I can think is that I need to be with her – right now.
As I run, I hear the boys shout into the microphone behind me: "Baby Styles is on the way!" The audience erupts in cheers and screams, but I can't focus on that. My mind is only on her, on y/n, who needs me now more than ever.
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**Your POV:**
A few minutes later, Harry bursts into the room, sweat from the stage still on his forehead, but his eyes filled with pure worry. "Babe, I'm here," he says, grabbing your hand and kneeling beside you. His presence immediately gives you strength, and the world around you seems to slow down.
"Sweetheart, we need to get to the hospital," Harry says as calmly as he can. You nod and squeeze his hand tightly as the next contraction rips through your body.
