Side Effect (Narry Mpreg)

twelve

NIALL'S POV

The minute I got a text from Liz saying that her and Harry have something to tell us, I knew what it was about.

It's bittersweet if it is, having a baby could be good and bad. It'll be bad because Harry and I and his mum will lose everything, but at the same time it'll be good because I don't have to hide my relationship with him anymore.

I'm hoping that Liz isn't stupid enough to think it's hers, if she is I'm going to have a hard time telling her the truth. And we will tell her the truth, I will not let my baby think that I'm their uncle or anything like that. It's my child.

I throw on a simple black shirt and blue skinny jeans, then I pull on my sneakers and start heading to the restaurant. Part of me is worried: There's going to be so much to do if Harry's pregnant. So much stuff to deal with; it was going to happen sooner or later.

I just pulled into the parking lot of the small restaurant. I spotted Liz's car, my parents car and Greg's car meaning they're all waiting on me. I went inside and sat at the table.

We ordered drinks and food; Harry was very quiet just asking for water with chicken and chips. He made eye contact with no one, keeping his eyes on his lap as he rubbed his stomach with his thumb.

"So what do you need to tell us?" My mum rang in, Harry looked at Liz for a split second then looked at me; we made eye contact but he quickly looked back down.

"Well, mum you know how against I was about getting pregnant because I don't want to get fat? Harry has been taking pills that allows him to be pregnant, and were having a baby." Wait what? She thinks it's her?

I was completely shocked; Harry looked up at me and then looked at Maura, ignoring my gaze on him. The waiter came over with our food, laying it in front of us. "That's exciting news! That means all we need now is for you to have a baby with Ariana." My mum turned to me.

"Yeah, maybe." I said; still a bit shocked. Nobody here thinks it's weird? Or impossible?

I knew my family was a little bit stupid, but not that stupid. "I need to go to the bathroom." Harry excused himself from the table, getting up and heading to the bathroom.

"Actually I need to go too." I popped up; following Harry. I walked in and Harry was immediately knelt down throwing up.

I went over to him and brushed his hair out of his face, patting his back. He kept going for about 10 minutes, I'm surprised my family didn't send someone in to check on us. He sat up once he was done wiping the bile from the corner of his mouth.

He looked up at me, "There's nothing we can do." He whispered; tears started welling in his eyes.

"There's has to be something Harry."