Short Stories

Let It Go (Zianourry Mpreg)

A.N:

I had another prompt first from this one but sadly it didn't allow me to upload it, so, here's another prompt I got!
Here you go niallandstyles!



Prompt:


Could you do a prompt where nialls like punk and the other boys aren't and then Niall gets pregnant by them and tries to stay punk through the pregnancy and pretend it's not really hard and yeah

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Niall held in a groan and a small whimper pushed through his lips as he laid in bed just after throwing up his lunch. Niall was the average punk teen. Black hair that used to be blonde, a lip ring that he liked to chew on and that his boyfriends didn't mind playing with. He didn't have a lot of tattoos, maybe ten or twenty but his favourite (and his boyfriend's favorite) was his back tattoo, that went to the back of his shoulder to up the back of his neck.
He also had a heart on his cheekbone, him and his boyfriends got it but they didn't want it on a very showy place so they all have it on their hands right at the wrist.
Those two were his favorite. And he looked like a punk rock man with no second guesses. Those tattoos and black vale brides, sleeping with sirens and rolling stones t-shirts topped it off.
But right now he felt like a frail, weak little boy, pregnant and in very much pain. Have you ever seen a punk guy cry? no, exactly.
And Niall believed those thoughts that raced around in his mind as he rubbed his 7 month bump. From the start of the pregnancy and to this very moment Niall felt like shit.
Suddenly, a rough kick from the little-me made Niall let out a loud groan in pain, rubbing his stomach. He heard frantic footsteps sounding like a stamped coming up the stairs when he felt the pain slowly go away.
"Babe?!" The low tone of one of his four boyfriends Harry yelped as he rushed into the room, Niall now sitting up and cursing himself for being louder than expected.
Zayn, Louis, and Liam stood behind Harry, all equally out of breath looking at Niall with wide, concerned eyes.
"I'm fine." Niall groaned in annoyance. He did NOT like getting babied, as you could probably tell by now.
"We heard you from downstairs Niall, do you need to go to the hospital?" Zayn asked, walking over to Niall to pick him up but Niall batted his hands away, rolling his eyes and smirking.
"I said I'm fine babe's, go back to whatever you were doing and let me have some time alone." Niall said and kissed Zayn on the cheek as he stood up off the bed.
The four boyfriend's hesitated at first but then walked out of the room, closing the door behind them.
finally. Niall thought as he walked over to his radio and blasted "If You Can't Hang" by Sleeping With Sirens.

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Niall let a few tears slip as he cried out in pain, the contents to his breakfast coming out and into the toilet. 
He was now 8 months pregnant and ready to burst, his ankles swollen, feet aches, bad mood swings but not enough to make him fall apart in front of his very overprotective boyfriend's.
They just didn't seem to care what Niall said about being "okay." and "just fine." He wasn't, and Niall knew that his four boyfriends could read him like a book.

Niall got up off the floor and walked back into the bedroom, but stopped when he saw Louis standing by the door, looking down at the floor with a frown on his face.
"Stop hiding it babe. We love you. I love you, just let us take care of you and our child." Louis whispered as he walked into the room, taking Niall's hands and rubbing his thumbs over them. "Please." Louis said looking into Niall blue orbs.
And Niall felt this blow a submission as he broke down in Louis' arms.
Louis smiled,  a happy and loving smile as Niall let out the feelings he had, how bad the morning sickness and throwing up randomly after lunch or dinner. 
Louis listened, and soon the rest of the boyfriend's walked upstairs, all huffing in relief to see that they can baby Niall a little more now that Niall has let them. 

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It was the day before the labor, Niall letting Zayn rub his bump, kissing it and saying how happy he was that he was soon to be meeting his son or daughter, them wanting to keep the gender a surprise for when Niall gives birth.
The boys had babied Niall to know end after that memorable night. Niall sometimes locked himself in their room and blasted some Black Vale Brides to get a little him-and-baby time.
The four lads were so happy to know that their Punk Niall was now a punk and family Niall.
And they fell in love with both, it's just Niall didn't want to show it.

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Niall screamed as the next contraction came, this time the doctor calmly telling him to start pushing, Louis and Liam on one side of Niall, Zayn and Harry on the other. All smiling down with happy tears and giving Niall words of encouragement as he pushed with all his mite.
One hour.
Two hours.
Three hours.
Four hours.
Four hours of agonizing pain, Niall screaming and crushing Zayn and Louis' hands. Harry and Liam holding Niall's legs up as the doctor looked down and back up at Niall.
"The baby is almost here Niall, keep pushing!" He yelled and Niall just screamed louder.
Five hours.
Six hours.
Then the head was out and now Niall was pushing with all the strength left inside him. Crying with tears flowing down his cheeks, his black hair sticking to his forehead from the buckets of sweat beading down his face and chest. The hospital gown all creased and angled weird, one of the sleeves slipping off Niall's shoulder. But with that last aching piece of strength left that's all it took for the family of five turn into a family of six.
"It's a girl!" The doctor yelled and held the baby for Niall to take a quick glance at it before walking it over to the cleaning table, Harry-since he was the youngest-cut the cord and brought the new baby over to Niall.
Niall looked so weak, he didn't even look like the punk one the four boys knew more than the vulnerable one. But now, Niall was to weak to care that his boyfriends were kissing his forehead and telling him how good he did.
"what's the name?" The doctor asked and Niall looked up at the four lads and smiled.
"Rose." Niall said and the four boyfriends starred down at him in shock and confusion.
"Why Rose its so, so girly." Liam said, he loved the name, an elegant name that suited their child perfectly. But Niall was 'punk' not 'mushy.'
"Because she will remind me of the daddy Niall, instead of punk Niall." Niall said and they all grinned and blinked through their tears of happiness. 
Kissing the small tuff of brown hair, Niall smiled at Rose Horan. 


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A.N:


There you go, niallandstyles!
Hope you liked it. 
This was a hard one, and thanks for your prompt.

Send me some more prompts if you liked this one!