8: Morning Sickness
Niall:
You shoot up from the couch, stumbling over to the bathroom where you immediately throw up in the toilet. Niall is quickly behind you, holding your hair and rubbing your back. You feel better soon and you stand up from the toilet to brush your teeth. "I'm sorry, babe" Niall frowns. "No, no, babe, it's not your fault," you kiss him once you finish brushing your teeth. "There's is literally nothing you could do about this. I just have to suffer, is all" you laugh. "But I hate seeing you suffer!" He says, pouting and smiling at the same time. "Damn it, Niall, stop being so cute, would you." You smirk at him, shoving him playfully and walking towards the kitchen. "You love it." He laughs, following you. "Ya. I guess" I tease. "Well, I have an idea that might make your suffering a little easier. And I think you'll love it." He says, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Hmm? And what might that be?" You ask, turning away from the cabinet of salty snacks and towards him. "How about a lovely back rub for my girl? And a nice hot bath? How does that sound?" He asks and you answer with a kiss. If this is how he treats you after morning sickness every time, it won't be nearly as difficult.
Louis:
I wake up with a jolt, some sudden movement stirring me awake. My eyes fly open and I look over to see Y/N running into the bathroom with her hand over her mouth. Aw, shit. This sucks. I fall out of bed, rushing into the bathroom behind her, trying to soothe her as she pukes up everything she ate in the past seventy billion days. I hate this. Seeing Y/N so uncomfortable and vulnerable. Vulnerable in the wrong way, though. When she's completely under my control in bed and vulnerable, well, that's a different story. But right here in front of the toilet, I hate seeing her this way. Once she's apparently finished, she rests her head on her arm lazily, obviously exhausted. "Shh, come here," I whisper, pulling her up and into my arms. She smells like puke, but it doesn't really bother me that much because the feeling of her in my arms distracted me. "I love you," she whispered, her head resting on my shoulder. "I love you too boo, which is why I haven't said anything about the fact that you smell like puke but is also the reason why I'm telling you now," I smirked. "Oh my god," she smacked my arm, standing up and facing the sink to brush her teeth. "Way to ruin the moment, Tomlinson," she scoffs. "Love you, Y/N." I say, dragging out the last syllable in her name. She just rolls her eyes and I give her one last kiss on her cheek before walking back out to the bed, where I wait for her to climb back into bed so I can pull her close to me and cuddle with her.
Harry:
You wake up to no sign of Harry. He must be either downstairs or in the bathroom because you're sure he doesn't have work today and there is no note on his pillow. You slowly stand up, stretching and yawning as you start to get out of the blankets. "Nuh uh uh, get back in bed." You hear Harry's playful voice from the doorway. You look up to see him carrying a tray of eggs, toast, hash browns, bacon and orange juice. Your eyes light up and you smile at this incredibly sweet man in front of you, "aww, Haz!" You coo as you pull the covers back on and he rests the tray in your lap. "Mm, I love you bug," he says, kissing your nose gently and climbing up onto the bed by your feet. You are all of a sudden hit with a wave of nausea as the smell of bacon fills your nose and your face drops. "Harry. I'm gonna be sick." You say, lifting the tray and shoving it onto his lap as you run towards the bathroom. You hear Harry putting the tray of breakfast down and running in behind you, apologizing profusely. "Y/N Y/N oh I'm so sorry I didn't know. Was it the eggs? Or the bacon? Oh god I'm sorry love, shh, I'm sorry," he says rubbing your back as you breathe heavily. You finally feel better enough to talk, "Harold, stop it. It's not your fault I didn't know it either," you say, standing up. He holds your hand as he helps you up and over to the sink to brush your teeth. "I'm still sorry," he frowns, sounding so sincere it almost hurts. You look at him in the mirror and he's got the cutest pout ever. You turn around once you finish brushing and kiss him on the lips. "Why are you so cute?" You ask, giggling, and kiss him again.
Zayn:
"Sweetheart?" I call through the house. I just got home and she isn't on the couch, in our room or in the kitchen. "Y/N?!" I'm starting to get a bit worried. Then I hear someone in the bathroom, throwing up and I know immediately it's her. "Oh god, love I'm so sorry," I say as soon as I enter the bathroom. She doesn't say anything, just continues to puke into the toilet. I try to comfort her: I rub her back and hold her hand until she's done and then I help her stand up. She still hasn't said anything as she reaches for her toothbrush. "Y/N," I say softly. She ignores me. Maybe it's just her hormones acting all weird again. I grab her hand before she can put the toothbrush in her mouth and turn her around to face me. "Y/N" I say again and look her in the eye. She looks back at me and then bursts into tears, collapsing into my arms. I hold her though, keeping her close against my body. "I'm sorry, Z, I-I just... I hate this. I hate getting sick so often. And my hormones and you weren't here and I just- I'm sorry," she sobs. I just rock her back and forth, softly shushing her to try and calm her down. "It's alright, baby. It's ok. I'm sorry I wasn't here and I know this is hard for you. But I'm here now, ok? I'm here now." I say and she nods, her sobs becoming less violent and finally she stops crying enough to brush her teeth. "God, I love you so much," she says and I laugh. "I know. Me too, me too," I say and kiss her cheek.
Liam:
"Fuck," you say under your breath as you realize you're going to have to move off the couch because you're going to be sick. "What? What's wrong, love?" Liam looks over at you. The nausea magnifies and you push Liam's arms off you and run into the bathroom, leaving Liam on the couch suddenly realizing what's happening and finally following you. He sits next to you and comforts you, rubbing your back gently. Once you finish, Liam lifts you up, flushes the toilet and places you on the bathroom counter, holding you in his arms. "Shh, ok, it's alright," he says softly as you rest your head on his shoulder. You hate throwing up; it almost makes you actually do it whenever you think about it. You finally lift you head off Liam's shoulder and give him a small grin. "Thank you, I'm sorry," you say. "Y/N love it's one hundred thousand percent ok. It's just the baby, telling us she's alive. That's all." He says with a reassuring smile. "How do you know it'll be a girl?" You ask, feeling better as you release him and move to brush your teeth. Liam steps back, giving you room to get off the counter and face the sink. "I don't know. I don't really, it just kind of... Slipped out," he smiles at you through the mirror and you smile back.
Yay!!! I updated sort of quickly! Haha. Ok, well I'm hoping to update at least two more times this week since I don't have any school. And thanks for all the votes guys :) It really motivates me actually so keep at it! The more people I know I'll be letting down if I don't update the more I want to update! Haha ok, hope you enjoyed this one! Next chapter's gonna be about the bump :)
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