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pregnant at an event

Liam: You smiled gently, rubbing your belly over the red material of your dress, feeling the light flutters of your daughter's movements. Your nerves were bubbling while you rested your palm over your stomach, standing next to Liam. He looked stunning in his tuxedo, big hand on your other, squeezing it tightly. He turned to give you a small smile, knowing that you were nervous. "You look stunning love," he mumbled to your ear smiling with his brown eyes while you stood next to the boys on their new tours announcing party. His hand was on your back, rubbing soothingly. You smiled at him when the baby inside you kicked you again, making you smile. "She's kicking like crazy all the time," you smiled, running your thumb over his knuckles, while flashlights flashed, making your eyes blind for a second. "What," Liam asked freezing, eyes finding your ones quickly. He pulled you aside quickly, shielding you from the flashlights. "Are you alright?" he asked worried, eyes scanning you while his hand found your abdomen, rubbing it with his thumb. "I'm fine," you giggled, his brown eyes were full of worry. Sighing he ran his hand over his face, pecking your forehead lightly. "I should have listened when you said that you feel uncomfortable all the time...Now our little girl is uncomfortable too..," he mumbled, making you giggle again. "Liam, I'm fine. She's fine, she's just adjusting and stretching," You smiled, placing your hand to his cheek, rubbing your thumb over his lip, "Stop worrying, I'll tell you if I need to sit, okay." He leaned to your touch, smiling when his eyes calmed down. He planted a hasty kiss to your lips before tickling a spot next to your bellybutton, making you smile. "I love you babe," he murmured, squeezing your side, guiding you back to the party, "Let's get you and baby some cake."

Zayn: He chuckled deeply, hand stroking your lower back when you posed for another picture. The photographers were shouting for you, telling you for show up your baby bump or kiss Zayn, but you just smiled, ignoring the shouts. "You're doing great, boo," Zayn smiled sweetly, giving you a small kiss to your cheek while he ran his hand over your big belly. He loved to touch it wherever you were, making connection with your child. He liked to think that it soothed your baby as much as it soothed you. "I feel huge," you chuckled back, intertwining your fingers with his when you turned back to flash a smile to few photographers calling your name. "Have you decided the name yet?" "How are you feeling?" "Is it a girl or boy?" You smiled, giving Zayn a small smile when he stared at you with apologizing eyes. His hand was stroking your back while he hid his face to your hair, giving it a small kiss. "You look beautiful, love," he mumbled to your hair, making you blush lightly. He knew how frustrated you were to be so big that you couldn't feel comfortable or beautiful in anything. Still, because of him, you had to squeeze to a dress, making your big belly stand out proudly. His hands were resting over it most of the times, just like when you were home. He wanted to protect his child at all times, and the press conference wasn't exception. Your back was aching a little when his fingers brushed it lightly, making you sigh. "Tired?" he asked quietly, making you nod against his chest while the photographers cheered loudly. Other boys were standing near you, smiling to the photographers and giving interviews. "Let's go then, let's get you to sit down, boo," he mumbled smiling, love bubbling out of his eyes when he guided you past the lads, mouthing them that you were tired. The minute you reached inside the building, he was making you sit to the nearest chair. You smiled to his thoughtfulness, puckering your lips to him, "Give me a kiss daddy." He chuckled happily, giving you a toe curling kiss, "Gladly mommy."

Harry: You sniffled, a tear rolling down your cheek, before Harry caught it with his thumb. He was standing across of you, looking proud. His hands were on yours when he squeezed them, wide grin covering his face. He had never looked so proud in his whole life. He had it all; a career he loved, five brothers, a baby on the way and now a beautiful wife who made him happy. He didn't have words when his lips came nearer to yours, making you a husband and a wife. "I love you," he breathed, tears pouring out of his green, wide eyes when he stroked your sides, making your smile widen. "I love you too, husband." His eyes squinted happily when he pecked your lips once again, making everyone cheer loudly. You could see your mom next to Anne, both drying their tears while they clapped. "Now?" you whispered smiling, hand landing to your flat belly, smile coming to your face. Few weeks ago you had found out that you were almost two months pregnant, and it couldn't make you happier. "I love you," Harry beamed again, smirk so big it must have hurt. He took your hand, turning to look at the quests who were still clapping. "Um..Hi... we have a small announcement to make here," he said slowly, nerves shaking his voice. It was funny how he could sing in front of thousands of people but when he knew the crowd, it was tearing his nerves to pieces. He looked at you with his green eyes, fingers stroking the back of your hand when he pecked your cheek. "I'm pregnant," you announced loudly, making everyone gasp and cheer in surprise. Harry let out a elated laugh when he hugged you tightly, kissing your lips continually, "Baby and a wife...I'm a lucky man!" You chuckled, nodding your head before kissing the corner of his mouth. "That you are, Mr. Styles, and I'm more than lucky to be your wife."

Louis: "I hate you," you mumbled, making him laugh loudly when he helped you out of your car, hand supporting your back when it curved with the shape of your big belly. You had never felt as unattractive as you did at the moment, but Louis needed you by his side. "I love you too babe," he cheered happily, eyes small and wrinkled when he kissed your cheek happily. You groaned, showing him off, making the pregnancy hormones to take the lead. "Stop that. I feel gross. I think I smell like barf and my back is killing me...You better win that moon man, Louis," you whined, making his smile drop a little. His hand was squeezing your back when he stopped you, lowering his head to yours, making your noses brush. It was hard, considering how large your belly was, but he squeezed himself as near as he could, hands brushing your belly. "When we get home, I'm going to spoil you rotten," he smirked, kissing your lower lip gently. "You better...You have no idea how your son is pressing my bladder," you mumbled, making him smirk before kissing you again. His blue eyes turned serious when his fingers brushed over your cheekbone, making you shiver. "Tell me now if you're serious about how you're feeling. We can still go home," he said with worried voice, eyes scanning you from head to toe. His hands found your round belly, cupping it lightly when he felt his baby's stirring movements. You sighed, shaking your head when you took another step nearer the area where all the photographers would be. This was the last moment of silence and peace for a little while, and it was making you terrified. "No, I'm fine. Let's do this. I want to see you win," you smiled, shaking your head, trying to calm your hormones down. You could feel how he smiled against your kiss, making your heart flutter. "Oh we will," he smirked, brushing your noses together before taking your hand to his, lowering himself to smirk to the belly before you'd really need to go, "You have quite spectacular daddy, baby boy, and the most beautiful mommy in the whole wide world."

Niall: You pressed your lips tightly together, squeezing Niall's hand on yours. He was smiling, leading you through the waiting fans in the football arena. It was Louis' charity football game and Niall's childish excitement was making you smile. He was looking cuddly in his grey sweatpants and hoodie while you felt like vomiting. Four months pregnant you were just start to show and Niall's hands never left your belly. "C'mon darlin', we're gona be late," he smiled, blue eyes full of joy when he looked at you lovingly, "I don't wana miss Lou's first kick!" You groaned, pressing your hand to your small belly when another wave of nausea hit you. "Darlin'?" he asked freezing when you stopped walking, closing your eyes tightly, waiting the nausea to go away. You could feel his cold hand on your neck when he stroked your hair, thumb pressing to your cheek. You breathed slowly through your nose, making Niall's heart broke. "That's it beautiful, through ye'r nose, slow deep breaths," he murmured, accent thick near your ear when he breathed with you, hand on your belly. You could feel fans eyes on you two but you didn't care. All you wanted to do was to get better so you could be in the first row to cheer to Louis. Slowly, you opened your eyes to find Niall's deep blue one's right in front of yours. He looked so worried that he could faint, but he bite his pink lip, hands supporting your small belly. "Better darlin'?" he murmured, making you nod and smile at him gently. "Sorry love, let's go. They're probably waiting for us," you smiled taking his big one to yours. His palms were sweatier than earlier, cheeks burning a bit like every time he got really worried. "Small steps," he instructed, nose scrunching when he smiled when he looked down at your small belly. He loved to look at it, feeling like it always made it real. He was finally having a baby with you. "I can walk normally sweetie, it's just morning sickness, "you smirked, making him chuckle. "Yeh, let's go. It's our lil buddy's first soccer game! Woo! He's gona be true Horan lad! Watchin' soccer before he's born!"