One Direction Pregnancy Series **Completed**

03 ~ Morning Sickness

Harry ~ You were woken up with Harry's fingers brushing the hair off your eyes. The sun shown on your face from the windows in your bedroom, and underneath the blankets your body was slick with sweat. It took about a minute after you woke up to realize how nauseous your were. You were about 12 weeks into your pregnancy, but this was the first time you've felt like this. You had though you were going to be lucky and not get morning sickness, but you now realized that you were wrong. Harry reached out and placed his pleasantly warm hand underneath your shirt and onto your back when he heard your groans.

"Sorry I woke you... Hey, gorgeous, you okay?" he asked, leaning over to look at your face which was slick with sweat. Not trusting your voice to answer, you shook your head. Harry pulled your arm to turn you over, lifting your body onto his lap, and wrapped his arms around you. Your cheek rested on the rough material of his jeans - he had been siting up, already dressed, and watching television. You didn't mind that your were lying on his jean-covered legs, or that his dirty boots were on the bed. You just closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth of his body and the blankets.

"Don't you need to get going?" you asked groggily, your voice weak.

"I was about to leave, but you're more important."

Everything seemed to be settling down in your weak stomach. You nuzzled your face into your husband's thigh, and held onto his hand. You started to get into the rerun of some sitcom that he was watching, until you felt the acidic bile rise to the back of your throat.

You jumped up and ran to the bathroom attached to your bedroom, just making it in time. You emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet, with Harry hot on your tail. He grabbed you hair in his fist and flushed the toilet for you. He helped you back to bed and fluffed the pillow for you.

"How are you feeling? Any better?"

"Yeah, better." You answered, and sat up so you could hug him. His breath smelled of pizza, probably what he had for breakfast. "Are you leaving?"

"Ya, I gotta go. I have a meeting with management and the boys. I could call someone over if you like?" He kissed your forehead, and pushed you to lie down again. You grabbed his hand and squeezed.

"I'll be fine. When will you be back?"

"Not till later tonight." He stood and began tidying up the room a bit. He was bent over, picking up one of your dirty bras, when your stomach gurgled. He turned, a panicked look in his eyes. "Again?"

"No, I'm just hungry. I think..." You answered, placing your hands over your stomach. You both waited a moment, waiting for you to get up and sprint to the toilet. But you didn't- your stomach just gurgled again. "Yup, just hungry."

"Give me two minutes and I'll make you eggs and toast." You nodded with a smile and watched as he practically ran out of the room and down the hall, "Time me!"

A few minutes later, he returned with a plate of scrambled eggs and two pieces of buttered toast, along with a cup of coffee. "How long did I take?"

"Three minutes and 28 seconds."

"Damn, way over. I'm going to beat that, tomorrow. Wait and see." He smirked, leaning down to give you a kiss on the cheek as you dug into the breakfast he made you.

"Bye, love!" You called to him.

Niall ~ Niall told you that since the two of you were going to be moving in together and because you were pregnant, you could quit your job in London if you wanted to. He wanted you to quit, though he didn't say it. He knew you liked your job as a nurse at the hospital, and that's why he hesitated to ask you at first. You knew that he wanted you to go tour the world with him because he missed you and because he wanted to be with you while you were pregnant. After days of thinking, you decided to quit. You were going to miss working, but you knew you would have a lot of fun with Niall.