A/n: IM NOT DELETING THIS! YAYYYYY! 
                              But, it will be a short story. I'm currently working on a new one. 
                              CAN WE BRING THIS UP TO 500 VOTES?? I CANT BELIEVE THERES SO FEW.
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                              Day 82 
                              The room was quiet and everyone just looked at each other. 
                              "That's not even possible." Liam states. "It actually is.. When something goes wrong with the chromosomes or your born with a female egg.." Niall said quietly.
                              "How.. I.." Austin stuttered looking at Harry's tummy, which had a  bump. 
                              Nobody had paid attention to it, honestly. It looked like, well, fat.
                              "Come with me." Liam stood up and held Harry's hand to pull him up. They follow Liam to the room and Harry lays on the bed as Liam pulled his bag out.
                              "My dad.. My dad made this. This is what he gave your boyfriend." Liam said as Zayn looked at a needle with a clear liquid in it.
                              "What the hell is it? Why the fuck didn't you tell me before?" Zayn asked angrily. 
                              "It fights off the infection." Liam said and pulled Harry's wrist out. "Wait so.. He.. He could be alive? I thought you said you thought he was dead?" Niall asked.
                              Zayn gave Liam and looked and Liam injects Harry with it. Liam pulled out a weird object and placed a gel on Harry's stomach.
                              "How long have you known?" Zayn asked. "Two months." Louis said quietly. "And you haven't said anything?" Austin asked grouchily. 
                              "Listen," Louis started, "I just didn't want to in-" 
                              "Holy fucking shit... This is.. No. This is not fucking possible." Liam put the tool down.
                              "How did you find out?" Liam asked. "I felt it kick." Louis said simply. "Louis, babies don't kick that early." Niall swallowed. 
                              "What the fuck Is going on?" Zayn asked. "Let me talk to you outside, Zayn." Liam pulled him out.
                              "What's the deal?" Zayn asked. "Okay, he's a male, so his stomach hasn't developed properly, yeah?" Liam asked for conformation.
                              "I mean, I'd assume so." Zayn shrugged. "Zayn... He's.. He's not two months pregnant." Liam showed Zayn the object that read the number '8'.
                              "He's eight and a half months pregnant."
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                              It was Niall and Zayns turn to check out the perimeter. Zayn walked ahead of Niall, as always. 
                              Niall usually just looked around. He sometimes tried to imagine what Zayn was like before this. Living in such a nice neighborhood.
                              "What are you gonna do about Harry?" Niall asks trying to break the silence. Zayn shrugged. 
                              "We can't just leave him, If that's what you're thinking." Niall said before he realized it.
                              Zayn stopped. 
                              "And why the hell not?" Zayn laughed. "He has a baby inside of him." Niall said like it was obvious.
                              "And? My boyfri-"
                              "ZAYN, SHUT THE FUCK UP. I get you want to find your fucking boyfriend, but this is a baby. This baby need to get out of this life. Why don't you find him yourself, huh? To use us? Yeah, I doubt it. You need us. Without us, you wouldn't be alive, you fucking prick." Niall hissed with every amount of venom he had.
                                      
                                   
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