Harry woke up that morning in a good mood; which was something pretty weird since he found himself pregnant. Between the morning sickness, the dizziness, the different aches, the occasional cramps and the mood swings, Harry's usual cheerful behavior change completely. But this particular morning he felt great. His boyfriend was hugging him, his hand caressing his bump. Harry turned around to find Liam already awake, with a big smile on his face.
-Morning beautiful, how are you and little bean?- Liam said as he gave Harry a little peck on the forehead.
-We are great, thank you. Although little bean is craving some hot cocoa and toast- Harry said as he looked at Liam with a sweet smile.
-Okay, why don't you go shower while I prepare your breakfast- Liam said with a laugh
-It's not mine, its bean’s- He said while pointing at his belly
-Fine, I'm making bean its food, go shower - Liam said as he got up. He then helped Harry got up and kissed him, and then the bump.
Harry went to the bathroom to shower; he took off his shirt and then looked at himself in the mirror. That's when he noticed, one of his greatest fears since he found out about the pregnancy, his first stretch mark. And that wasn't it; the stretch mark was over his fern leaves tattoo on his left hip. That's all it took to change Harry's mood, one second he was happy, and the next he was a babbling mess. All kind of thoughts were running around his head "Oh my God, my Tattoos, they're going to look hideous now", "my body is horrifying", "why am I so fat?", "I'm so disgusting", "how could Liam want something like him".
The thing is that Harry adored every single one of his tattoos, he hated the idea of something happening to one of the, and now that it has finally happened, he feels like it's the end of the world, at least of his world. He sat on the toilet sit and cried for what seem like hours, but we're probably like twenty minutes.
And that's how Liam found him, sited on the toilet, shaking, sobbing and with tears pouring rapidly from his eyes. He didn't waste a second to engulf the men in his arms and tried his best to comfort him. He didn't know what had happened, but from all the times he has seen Harry crying for the past 7 months, this one is definitely the worse.
-Honey, please, look at me, tell me what's wrong- Liam said grabbing Harry's chin to make him look at him in the eyes.
-I'm horrible, I'm disgusting, and the only good thing left from me is completely ruined- Harry said babbling, and as soon as he finished his little speech, he cried even worse that the first times.
-Sweetheart, you know that's not true, you are the most amazing, beautiful, perfect person in this entire planet. Besides, what are you even talking about? - Liam asked Harry with a worried expression.
-My tattoos are all ruined
-What do you mean?
-I have stretch marks- Harry said heart broken
-What? It can't be that bad, here, let me see
-NO!-Liam retracted a little- No- said Harry softly- It's disgusting Li, and I don't want you to be disgusted by me- Harry said looking at the floor.
-Babe, look at me - he waited until Harry's eyes met his- That's not going to happen, I love you too much to be disgusted by you, besides, it is impossible for you to be disgusting. You are way to perfect.
Harry smiled a little at this and finally let Liam help him up so he could see his stretch mark. When Liam saw it he didn't know if he should laugh or cry. The stretch mark was really small, not even 2 cm. He crouched down and kissed it like ten times until Harry was laughing.
-Stop it, it tickles- Harry said giggling
-Harry, that thing is barely noticeable; don’t get worked up by it.
-But I don't like it- he said pouting
-Here, come- Liam took Harry's hand and guided him back to the bedroom; he lied him on the bed and went to look for something in the drawers. Harry stared at Liam until Liam came back with a bottle of what it seems like cream.
-Cream for stretch marks!, here, let me, I'm going to rub some on your belly- he said while he squirted some of the cream on his hands.
-Thanks Li- Harry said while tearing up a little
-Hey hey, no more crying babes
And Liam spent like half an hour just rubbing cream on Harry's belly, and talking to the baby.
-Hi bean, I hope you're all comfy in there. Silly daddy Hazza was getting worried about us not loving him anymore for his stretch marks, but we'll always love him, doesn't matter what he looks like, right?- he got a kick in response. He kissed the stretch mark once again and then he kissed Harry's lips.
-I love you Harry
-I love you too
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