One Direction One Shots | Niall-centric

O.G.S // narry

Hey guys & gals, so this is just a forewarning that this one shot contains mentions of stillbirth and the process of it so please don't read if it will affect you in any way.

This one shot ultimately contains an important message which will be explained at the end.

If you are going to read this — enjoy x

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"You're — you're what?"

"I'm pregnant, Harry."

"W-What, I.."

It had been this way ever since Niall, had told his husband of 1 year, Harry, that he was pregnant, 20 minutes ago. Niall, was ecstatic to find out he was carrying a little one inside of him and he thought Harry, would be too, but it's taking him a little while to get there.

Being the ever loving husband that he is though, Niall is patiently answering Harry's repeated stuttering questions every time. But now it's is beginning to get tiresome. "Harry, pet, take a breath. I'm pregnant with your baby, we're going to have a baby."

Harry, stared straight into Niall's eyes as he spoke, taking in what Niall had to say for the umpteenth time, "baby... baby.. oh my — oh my god we're having a baby, Niall!" Harry cried, almost like the penny had finally dropped as he scooped his Irish husband up into his arms and spun them round and buried his head into Niall's neck, babbling more nonsense but so so happy. Niall couldn't help but laugh, clinging onto Harry's shoulders and feeling his collar bones become wet from Harry's tears. Harry, finally let Niall down but kept him close, hands gripping tight around him as they stayed in the embrace.

That night, both Niall and Harry, slept close together, Harry's hand resting lightly over Niall's stomach, thumb stroking the flat skin that would soon be full and blooming with their child. "We're having a baby." He whispered, as Niall snored softly.

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Niall was now 8 months pregnant. 35 weeks of utter bliss and happiness, new discoveries, constant trips to the loo, kicking feet and wiggly arms and an ever growing bump. Harry and Niall had never been happier and they owed it all to the little human being resting in Niall's womb.

Although, lately Niall hadn't felt the little guy moving quite as much as he was used to. He didn't want to worry Harry — who had become quite the doting husband and soon-to-be father — over something that was probably normal and nothing to worry about.

On Day 3, however, Niall was starting to get a bit twitched. He'd read online somewhere that as the baby grew there wasn't as much room for them to move as before but there were ways to encourage your baby to move more: drinking ice cold water, juice, taking a bath, etc. But nothing had worked. Harry had gone to work that morning and Niall really didn't want to bother him as it was probably nothing, but he felt like he needed to know.

Niall, heaved himself off the sofa and made his way into the bedroom to grab his maternity notes while calling Harry's number on his mobile. "Hello?" Harry's voice rang out after 3 rings.

"Hi, pet."

"Hey. Why are you calling? Is everything alright?"

Niall, bit his lip, "um, yeah — yeah I think so. B-But I think I'm gonna take myself to get checked over by the midwife." He heard the sharp intake of breath on the other side of the phone.

"Why? What's wrong? Are you okay? Is he okay?" Harry asked frantically.

"I haven't really felt him move as often lately and I've tried all the stuff that they say to try to get him to move but it's not really made a difference.."