One Direction Pregnancy Series **Completed**

24 ~ You're In Pain/Sore

Harry ~"Morning gorgeous," Harry said happily as he walked into the bathroom. After starting the shower, he leaned up against the door and watched you. You had a towel twisted around your wet hair and your white bathrobe tied around your body. With your toothbrush in your mouth and toothpaste dripping down your chin, you turned and smiled cheekily at your husband. He laughed and reached to wiped the toothpaste off your skin with a tissue, pinching your cheek in the process.

You turned back around to face the mirror and watched as Harry wrapped his arms around you. His head rested on your shoulder as he ran his hands over the curve of your stomach. You whimpered and flinched, taking your toothbrush out of your mouth. He moved away from you, guilty and confused. "What did I do?"

You rinsed your mouth out before giving him a small smiled. You walked out of the bathroom and into the dressing room. He followed after you and watched confusedly as you got dressed into a sweater and pajama pants. He hadn't seen you tears yet, until he walked over to you to help put your socks on.

"Babe? What's wrong? I hurt you, didn't I?" he said, voice full of guilt. You shook your head and rolled up your maternity top, frowning at the stretch marks that were becoming more prominent.

"Y/N," Harry said, kneeling in front of you when he saw you grimacing as you ran your fingertips over the marks.

"Before you say anything about them being beautiful and my 'changing body', just know that I don't care that they're ugly," You told him, not looking up.

"Then what's wrong? Talk to me," he urged, placing his large hand on your arms. You wiped your tears, almost ashamed that you were crying.

"They hurt," you whimpered. " I can feel my skin stretching. And they're so itchy." Harry pulled himself up and sat beside you on the bench. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, careful not to brush against your stomach, and kissed your temple.

"I'm sorry, love. I hate knowing the bean is hurting you," he said, turning your face towards his. He kissed you quickly and wiped away your tears before standing up, telling you he'd be right back.

"MUM!" You heard him yell. You moved to the bed, where you curled up under the covers despite just making the bed a little while ago. Harry returned less than five minutes later with a small container in his hand. He sat on the bed beside you and twisted the cover off.

"This is mum's lotion. She said it might help with the itchiness." He told you, moving away the covers and lifting up your shirt. He carefully rubbed a dollop of the white cream over the purple and red marks on your stomach. The cold cream felt so good on your skin. Harry smiled up at you before going back to focus on covering every centimeter of your belly. Once he was sure you were comfortable, he wiped his hands on a towel and covered the cream.

"Thank you, Harry," you whispered, caressing his cheek with your hand.

Niall ~ You sat at the kitchen counter. Your palms were wrapped around a warm glass of tea, the warmth comforting. With a glance at the digital clock on the oven, you realized how late- or early, it was: 4 AM. You didn't want to be awake, but you were. The pain and discomfort plus your excitement woke you up about an hour ago, and you tried everything the fall back asleep.

Your boyfriend was coming home. It was only for a week, but it was better than nothing. You missed him terribly. You wanted the feel his skin on yours, his fingers in your hair, his lips on yours... Your pregnancy hormones were making you wild, and you couldn't wait to jump on him as soon as he got home. You were tired now, as you sat in the dark waiting, but you were sure you would be wide awake the instant he opened the door.