Pregnancy Series

#32 You're insecure

LIAM:

Liam hummed to himself as he walked into the house after recording at the studio all day with the boys. As he was about to call out for you, he heard you in the kitchen. He stopped in the doorway and watched you in front of the stove, a smile growing on his face as he admired the curve of your stomach. He walked to you and gently wrapped his arms around your waist, hands resting on the peak of your belly. You jumped slightly but relaxed as you smelt his familiar cologne. “Hi Sweetheart,” he whispered, kissing your cheek. “Hi Li,” you replied softly, not taking your eyes off the pot on the stove. He ran his hand over your stomach and smiled as he felt the baby move around. “Li stop,” you whispered, wiggling out of his arms. “What’s wrong Sweetheart?” he asked. You shook your head, feeling tears fill your eyes. “Hey hey beautiful,” he said reaching out to you. “Don’t call me that,” you snapped, “I’m not beautiful, I’m fat.” His face fell, you rarely got angry, especially at him. “Y/N,” he said softly, taking your hand, “you’re not fat, you’re pregnant.” You nodded, moving closer to him. “You are carrying our little miracle, I think that’s the most incredible thing ever,” he kissed your forehead as you leat against his chest. “You are glowing daring, I just want you to see how gorgeous you are; how I see you,” he whispered.

LOUIS:

You lifted up your maternity top and sighed when you saw the stretch marks on your baby bump. You squirted some stretch mark prevention cream onto your hand and gently rubbed it over the sides of your stomach. You ran your finger over of the newer marks, tears filling your eyes and starting to fall down your cheeks. Louis walked into the bathroom, his smile dropped when he saw you upset. “What happened love?” he said quickly rushing to your side. “These did.. Look at them, they look horrible,” you said through tears. Louis placed his hand on your rounded stomach and rubbed over its curve. “I love them,” he replied skiing. You shook your head, “that’s cause you don’t have them. I don’t..” you said, trying to hold your tears. “Boo, I mean it,” he kissed your forehead, “they show that our baby is healthy and growing like he should.” He gently wiped your eyes with his thumbs. He cupped your cheeks on his hands and kissed your nose. “Daring, you are absolutely beautiful. You are keeping our little boy nice and cosy in there. I can’t thank you enough for what you are doing,” he smiled, “I love you and our little boy so much,” he explained. “You promise?” you sniffed. “I pinky promise,” he replied, holding out his pinky. You giggled and intertwine your pinky with his.

NIALL:

You angrily took off your dress and threw it across the room. As you picked up another one, one look you knew it wouldn’t fit. You threw it like the first one and tears clouded your eyes. You sat down on the bed as Niall walked in. “What’s wrong daring?” he asked rushing to sit beside you. “Nothing fits Ni,” you whispered, looking away from him. “I brought those clothes a few weeks ago and they don’t fit anymore. And even your tshirt,” you sniffed, “they don’t fit. I’m fat, I’m huge.” Niall’s heart broke; he hated that you felt like this, he thought the idea of being pregnant was amazing, but you weren’t feeling it at the moment. “You’re pregnant, and not just with one little Horan, but two,” he soothed. You nodded but didn’t look at him. “Princess, please look at me,” he whispered, starting to get upset. You slowly turned to him. “I know it’s upsetting, but please, you are beautiful. You have always been and always will be,” he said. You blushed and gave him a small smile. “We can go shopping tomorrow for more clothes, alright?” he kissed your cheek, “but until then I have something you can wear.” He quickly got up off the bed and walked towards the wardrobe. Within minutes he returned and handed you his Derby jersey. You giggled and slid it on, “Thanks Ni.” He kissed your cheek, “See, absolutely gorgeous.”

HARRY:

"Here baby, let me help you," Harry said one he saw you struggling to do your dress up. He stood behind you and gently moved your hair over your shoulder. He slowly zipped the dress up along your back and pressed a kiss on you other shoulder. "You look gorgeous love," he whispered and walked to the wardrobe to get his own clothes out. You felt yourself blush at his compliment, but when you caught a look of yourself in the floor length mirror, your happy mood quickly disappeared. Before you knew it your emotions had taken over and tears begun falling down your cheeks. "I know the girls are - what happened baby?" Harry panicked, his own smile falling. When you didn’t answer him, Harry followed your eyes and frowned when he noticed what you were looking at. "Hey hey sweetheart," he cooed, walking towards you. "Please don’t do this to yourself," he pleated, having seen that look on your face for years now. Harry put his hands on your waist, making you look at him. "You’re stunning Y/N. Absolutely glowing, I mean it," he kissed your forehead. "You are giving me a little girl and I couldn’t be happier. Just wish you could see it." He knelt down and moved his hands on your baby bump. "Doesn’t your mummy look gorgeous," he whispered kissing above your belly button, making your smile and blush return.

ZAYN:

"That was delicious. Thanks for cooking tonight Z," you said, smiling at Zayn across the table. He returned your smile and picked up your empty plate. "I have another surprise for you," he said cheekily before kissing your cheek and walking away. You smoothed your dress over your rounded stomach, as you waited. Moments later Zayn came back and put a plate in front of you. Although you wanted nothing more than to eat up every crumb of that piece of strawberry cheesecake, you didn’t want to. "Babygirl," Zayn said, "I thought you were craving it earlier?" You nodded, but pushed it away, "I did, but I can’t eat it." Zayn looked at you confused. "Why sweetheart? Are you not feeling well? What’s wrong?" he asked, moving closer to you. "I weighed myself today," you looked away from him, "I know I shouldn’t, but I just got out of the shower, I wondered." He put his hand under your chin, making you look at him. "I’ve gained twelve kilograms lately," you whispered, tears falling down your cheeks. Zayn gently wiped your eyes, catching the tears. "You’re gorgeous. And you’re having our baby. You have a little person growing inside you, daring," he kissed you softly, "please don’t think you are anything less than perfect." He slid the plate back to you, "plus you deserve it." You smiled shyly, "I love you Z."