"Alright, lads, twenty minutes until show time," their stage manager announced to the five males changing.
Louis grumbled to himself as he tried to wiggle himself into one of his tees. Having an eighth month swollen belly was making the most mundane tasks so arduous.
"Fuck!" Louis groaned, giving up after the fifth attempt and tossed the offending shirt to the floor. "I might as well not wear anything! Nothing ever fits, anyway!"
Harry frowned sympathetically at his frustrated lover, rubbing his own four month bump. "Here, baby, lemme help," the younger giggled, bending down to grab the crimson tee. He pulled the shirt over Louis' head before grabbing the hem of the fabric and stretching it out so Louis could put his arms through. "There, that's bet'ah."
"Thanks," Louis sighed, smoothing the wrinkles over his bump. "I'm so done with being pregnant. You hear that, Paris? You can come out now."
The curly brunette laughed, and rubbed his lover's bump, grin growing wider when he felt a nudge against his hand. "Don't rush her, love. Let Paris come when she wants to."
"Easy for you to say, Haz. You can still see your feet. I haven't been able to see mine for a month and a half now," the blue-eyed man complained, trying to lean over his bump to catch even a glimpse of his black Vans.
"I'm going through the same thing, love, remember that," Harry cooed, stroking Louis' cheek. ."I can't even fit in my favorite boots anymore. Italy’s made my feet so swollen."
"Just wait until you get to your third trimester, Hazza, you'll be begging for our daughter to hurry up and come," Louis snickered.
"We'll see, baby, we'll see," Harry hummed, giggling when he leaned forward and their bumps touched, preventing them from getting any closer. The curly brunette settled for a peck on Louis' lips before pulling away. "Come on let's go see if the others are ready."
Having both males pregnant wasn't intentional. Louis had been in one of his moods while they were on tour when he was four months along, bitching to Harry how he felt incapable of being dominant now that his belly jutted out. Harry being the perfect and supportive husband he was allowed Louis to top that night, too wrapped up in the heat of the moment to remember a condom. Harry had gone hysteric when he found out he was pregnant. That meant two babies within the first year and they still had 48 shows to go. Their next stop was Amsterdam and then Belgium.
Judging by Louis' Braxton Hicks, he'd probably deliver sometime while they were in Amsterdam or right when they got to Belgium. Management had to juggle around a few shows to accommodate Louis as well as Harry when it was time for him to deliver.
The boys gathered around, getting in their signature huddle and chanting their usual encouraging words. One of the techies handed each member a mic, leading them to their platform.
“Alright, here we go, in three….two….one!” the techie said before each boy was shot up to the stage, the deafening screams getting louder when they came into view.
The Amsterdam crowd was large and Harry couldn’t help but grin at all his fans as Zayn began ‘Strong’. The youngest member glanced at his lover, grin spreading wider as he pranced around the stage, as much as his belly would allow, and getting the crowd amped up. Tonight was a special show for the two. Both families had come out to support Louis’ last show before he delivered. Their OBGYN estimated that Louis would deliver before their next one in the following week and the Doncaster lad wanted to make sure their families were here as one last hoorah.
By their fifth song, One Direction needed a break, ending ‘Midnight Memories’ with a bang before they shot off the stage to change into their second set clothes and down a bottle or two of water. Louis sat by the stage entrance, guzzling his third bottle when Harry walked over, placing a hand on his shoulder and smiling softly.
