(Requests Closed) One Direction Bromance One Shots.

'dear life, am I doing this right?' - Lilo

TRIGGER WARNING - this one shot contains miscarriages, mentions of suicide and swearing. 

DISCLAIMER - I do not own any of the lads, never have, never will. 

Please enjoy :) x

-KahliaPayne

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Liam had grown up as the boy who knew he was gay from the age of ten. He was feminine, petite and was bodied and minded like a girl. Growing up he took the everyday struggle from his fellow peers and the older generations who thought that he was wrong to be who he was. Liam wanted to prove them all wrong.

Liam at the age of fifteen went through a horrendous hit, he was admitted to hospital with the speculation that his kidneys had finally given up on him again. At fifteen he felt failed by his own body. At sixteen it was discovered that Liam was one of the 5% of boys out of the world population that had been born with a female reproductive system. Liam had a womb and ovaries, whilst he still had a penis.

Liam went about his life, telling as little people as he possibly could. He wasn't going to gloat about what he was and what he could do without proper protection, he didn't want somebody to take advance of his special features and treat him like an experiment. He just wanted to be seen as a normal person. Liam stayed tight lipped about his perfect feature.

Liam didn't tell any of his partner's until he met the love of his life. A gorgeous brunette with blue eyes and the personality that people could easily find a bit offence, who was also slightly mad, but treated Liam like he was the best thing to walk the earth; Louis Tomlinson.

Liam felt like a whole weight had been lifted of his shoulders when he told Louis. He told the brunette on their honeymoon after they'd taken an eleven hour flight across to Dubai and made love multiple times, barely seeing the sun once. Louis never treated Liam any different, didn't hold him any less or gloat about what he had, he treated Liam like any normal person would and Liam was delighted, he felt utterly blessed to have found somebody who wasn't going to see Liam as anything different.

Liam had noticed two years into their marriage that Louis was not so subtly trying to tell him he wanted a baby, if he wasn't making baby jokes he would purposely take Liam into baby boutiques or leave pictures and websites open on his laptop, but the one that stood out most to Liam was the constant touching of his belly. Louis had become overly fond of touching Liam's stomach on a daily basis and Liam knew what Louis wanted.

Liam was twenty six when they started 'officially' trying for a baby. Liam knew his best days to try and his worst days and it took four months for Liam to finally start getting the symptoms of somebody who was pregnant. Liam was pregnant quite contently for three months before it all turned south very quickly, he remembered the blood, the crimson red blaring at him on the white bed sheets as he felt like his insides had exploded. He found out at eleven o'clock that evening that he had miscarried and it tore up his heart.

Louis was left to pick up the pieces, the blue eyed lad had watched his husband go from being the brightest person to the dullest. He watched the smile being ripped from Liam's face in the span of an hour, he felt his own heart being crushed easily.

They waited four months before they started trying again, Liam was in a better place at this point, back at work and going about his life quite simply like before. Louis was also back at work, quite content as he watched his husband regain his glow again. This pregnancy felt different to the both of them. Better.

At twenty eight weeks Liam was told their baby no longer had a heartbeat and he would have to undergo surgery to have their passed daughter removed. Louis on this day watched his husband lose himself completely, the crying wasn't stopping, his hands hadn't stopped trembling, the eating stilled and Louis rarely ever saw Liam out of bed.