A Mermaids Tail

Chapter 8

Harry's POV 

  I stood by the stove as I started a soup for my poor boys. Each of them caught the flu from my little freak out and I feel incredibly guilty. They keep telling me its not my fault and that I need to rest instead of taking care of them. Thats never going to happen seeing as they are so ill so I'm trying to be the best mate I can and take care of my four babies. Its a bit challenging with my tummy that is growing bigger by the day but I manage. I stop my chopping when I hear one of the boys shuffling around upstairs. Quickly setting the items down I move as quickly as I can to get that boy back in bed. Pushing past the thoughts of how much harder going up those stairs as I grow further into my pregnancy I spot the culprit, my little Louis.

 'Louis, sweetie what are you doing out of bed?' I ask sweetly causing him a quick fright as he didn't hear me make my way up the stairs. "Sorry Hazza the boys are all asleep and I got bored so I thought I could walk around but now that I am I don't think it was a very good idea." he says as his nose is stuffed to the brim standing in the middle of the hall in a blanket making him look even tinier. I just notice his shaky legs, I waddle over to him and I put his arm around my shoulder trying to support as much weight as he would allow me. 'How about you keep me company downstairs? I'll place you on the couch and you can watch me cook from there.' I tell him as I gentle lead him towards the stairs, he tiredly nods his head before slowly making his way downstairs. I gently lay him down on the couch, only taking a couple of seconds before snores escape his parted lips. Smiling at the adorable sight I make my way back to the kitchen and finish up my amazing soup.

  I just finished when I heard another sound this one not being so pleasant. I quickly look over to see Lou is still asleep as I'm thankful he's not the one causing the noise. I go back up the stairs, having to wait a moment to catch my breathe I rush towards our room when the sound made another appearance. Zayn and Niall were cuddled in each others embrace fast asleep leaving the only one left to be Liam. I make it into the bathroom before he throws up again, I take a wash clothe and wet it with ice cold water before pressing it against the back of his neck. I slowly sit myself down next to him as I rub soothing circles on his back trying to give him some form of comfort. Taking at least a good five minutes he's thankfully stopped getting sick, he flopped back onto the cool tiles as he leans his head on my shoulder like its some kind of pillow. I brush his sweaty brown locks off of his forehead and place sweet kisses on the top of his head. He slowly started to stand using the sink for support as he waited for me to get up. With a bit of a struggle I stand as well and throw his arm around my shoulder trying to take most his weight like I did with Louis. I tuck him back into bed and place a kiss on his forehead as he drifted into slumber.

  "Harry?" I heard Zayn call out for me when I was just about to leave the room. Stopping in my tracks I turn around to see my poor baby looking at me with sad eyes. I've learned that when Zayn's not feeling well he's very clingy, not that I'm complaining as I find it absolutely adorable. 'Hi Zaynie.' I say approaching the boy that was making grabby hands at me, grabbing his hands in mine I give him a sweet smile which he reciprocates. 'Would you like to come downstairs with me? Lou's down there two and I'm more than happy to make the other couch into a bed for you like I did for Louis.' I tell him, he instantly nods his head in agreement. He rolls out of bed and never lets go of my hand as we make our way down the stairs. Louis is still fast asleep on the couch when we come back down so I quietly make the other couch up for Zayn. With it being completed I tucked him in placing a kiss on his head as I did the other two I've already tucked in this afternoon. He grabs my wrist before I turn to leave and looks up at me through his eyelashes "please stay with me." he whispers so quietly I was barely able to hear the request. Unable to say no to him I sit besides him as their wasn't enough room for us both to lay down on it and just hold his hands. "Sing for me?" he asks, nodding my head I think of an old sing my mom used to sing to me. I hum the tune as he slowly drifted off into a peaceful sleep. I slip my hands from his grip and go towards my pot on the stove as my boys are hungry as they wiggle up a storm.

  I was about to ladle some soup into a bowl when the sound of feet came padding down the stairs. I set everything down and go over to help whoever is trying to go down the stairs. It was Niall who was looking better than the other three as he wasn't leaning so heavily on the railing and a bit of color came back to his face. "Hey love, hi boys! I thought I heard a ladle being used so I of course have to come down knowing I was going to be fed." he says sleepily kissing my cheek then bump twice as he went to the kitchen. "Looks great love." he complaints grabbing another bowl and dishing himself up. We sit at the kitchen table enjoying the soup happy to be back in each others company without anyone getting.... sick.

 I spoke too soon as the sound made a reappearance.

Hello World,

Hope you liked this chapter! Sorry it was kinda boring, I'm having a bit of writers block with this story but I'm trying to break it. Feel free to check out my other Zianourry Harry Centric Mpreg stories or follow me so you'll get updated as to when I post next.