-Past couple months-
(Third Person POV)
The rest of the tour went off without a hitch. No more mobbing from fans who apologized for what happened. They felt bad endangering not only the girl’s lives but the babies as well. As the tour went on the girls got bigger. Emilie was always complaining about her feet and her back hurting. Dez was doing pretty well but she was never as big as Em being that she was having one. They performed amazing even with the bellies. The fans loved the girls even more and no one seemed to be looking at how old they were instead that the boys would be having kids.
Everyone helped Dezy and Em out with everything. Getting dressed, moving around and just doing normal stuff. So far the pregnancies were going along perfect. They both were gaining the right amount of weight and taking the vitamins. They ate right and even worked out a little so they wouldn’t get to fat. Harry and Zayn never left their sides which annoyed the girls every once in a while. The mood swings were hard for everyone to deal with. Both girls had moments when they could be really sweet one moment then a total bitch the next moment. They had to tip toe around the girls’ feelings, because one wrong thing would send them into crying fits. Everything made them cry. Louis made a joke about their weight and it took both boys hours to get them to stop crying. They would see a sad movie or show and just cry. The worst was Emilie every time they passed a dead animal she would start crying and talking about the animal’s family and friends. By the end of the tour everyone wanted off the bus. Too many hormones and crying for everyone. They all new why though so they didn’t say anything and just dealt with it because they loved the girls and knew it was not their faults.
When they had the break they all flew out to London. Emilie and Harry found a nice home just outside of London. It was very nice. It had eight rooms, a movie theatre, a playroom, family room, gym, two offices, and a huge yard with a pool. They decided to just get all new furniture and donated all their old stuff. They shipped out Emilie’s personal belongings while they fixed up the house the way they wanted. They left the babies rooms empty for them to work on when they got off of tour so that they would be perfect. The house was also perfect because it was close to all their friends and family. Boo, Nemo and Gabby loved it too since they had a ton more room.
Dezy and Zayn moved into a house right across the street from Emilie and Harry’s. It was around the same size, but while Emilie and Harry’s house was more homey and more about comfort, Zayn and Dez went for a more modern look. They liked living together, but they seemed to still fight a lot. They were very similar and they butted heads when one of them wanted something that the other didn’t.
Whitney moved into a flat right next to Niall’s so they could be closer. Cristen and her boyfriend found a nice place about a mile away from Whit and Niall. Nikki moved in with then and they loved living together. Everyone was close together and we super excited for the babies to come. Both girls wanted to wait until they got off of tour to find out the genders of the babies. It was coming up very soon and everyone was on pins and needles to find out.
Harry and Emilie were immersed in wedding planning. It was coming up in about two weeks and everything had to be perfect. Emilie’s step-mom had helped her find the prefect dress and it was made so that it would always fit over Emilie’s huge baby bump. Dezy was going to be the maid-of honor and the other girls finished up the bridesmaids along with Harry’s sister. Harry had Louis as his best man and the other boy’s with Will finishing out his side. So far wedding planning had been easy. They had hired the best wedding planner in England and he had been doing an amazing job. Justin was an amazing wedding planner and took care of everything.
Everything was going great for everyone until one really bad night when everything changed.
(Emilie’s POV)
Harry and I were curled up on the couch with me in between his legs and his arms around me. He had his hand on my belly and was rubbing it around. He always did this when we were alone. He talked to them all the time; at night before he would go to bed he would sing them ‘I’ll Be’ by Edwin McCain. It was so cute and they would kick even more than normal when they heard him seeing. They defiantly knew their daddy’s voice. I couldn’t believe that he and I were going to be parents and that in a matter of weeks I would be calling this amazing man my husband.
We were very comfortable watching Moulin Rouge while Harry sang to me in my ear. This was one of my favorite movies and I hoped my kids would love music as much as Harry and I. Harry thought they were both girls but I knew it was a boy and a girl. The first time we saw them I cried so hard. They were so perfect and their heartbeats were like music to my ears. Every time we went it Harry would come with me and just smile and kiss me. He was so excited for these babies and so was I.
I wish Zayn and Deserai felt the same. Don’t get me wrong they loved their baby, but they seemed more worried than excited. I think it had to do with all the fights. More than once Harry and I had to help mediate a fight between the two. Whether it be about baby names or what color to paint the kitchen. Their relationship was much different than Harry’s and mines. We loved each other to no end and just wanted to make the other person happier, while theirs was full of angst and passion. I mean yeah that’s great to have and Harry and I had that I mean how do you think I got pregnant, but a relationship needed more than that. Lately though Dez and Zayn have been doing really well, but Zayn had still not told Dez that he loved her. He had told me that he did, but he was too scared to tell her. I tried to get him to, but he was being a pansy.
We had just gotten to the part in the movie where Nicole Kidman sings “Diamonds are a Girl’s Best Friend” when the doorbell rang. I paused the movie as Harry got out from behind and went to the door. He opened it as I listened to what was going on. It had to be someone we knew since they had to put a passcode in to get through the gate. I listened in to find out it was Dezy and she was apparently crying. I was about to get up when she came in and sat next to me. Her face was all puffy from crying and she was trying to control her sobs.
“Dez what’s wrong? Harry will you go get me some tissues please,” I yelled at him as I moved closer and rubbed her back to bring her some comfort.
“Em I don’t know what happened between Zayn and I. We were fine before he left, but then he came back all drunk and stuff and I was just pissed at him and I started shouting at him. Then he started to shout back and we just got into a huge fight and I packed my stuff and left. He didn’t even try to stop me,” she sobbed into my shoulder as Harry brought in the tissues. I wiped her face before I started talking to her.
“Dez everything will be alright. He was just drunk and didn’t know what was happening you two will be fine I promise. Why don’t you go upstairs and get some sleep everything will be better in the morning,” She nodded her head and went upstairs. “Harry why don’t we go to bed too, I don’t think I can finish this movie after that,” he nodded at me helped me up off the couch. I turned off the TV as he helped me. We went up the stairs and started to open up the bed so we could sleep. Harry took one side as I took the other. Pulling the comforter down and taking some of the pillows off. I got into the bed and Harry joined me.
“Em I am sure he didn’t mean it. He will fix it I promise,” he kissed my head as he pulled me into him spooning me.
“He better or I will kill him Harry. Deserai is pregnant she and the baby can’t have all this stress. It’s bad for the baby,” I said as I joined our hands together.
“I know LoveBug now go to sleep you need your rest,” he started to hum into my ear and it didn’t take me long to fall asleep.
(Deserai’s POV)
I couldn’t sleep at all. I was too worried about everything that had happened. Zayn and I had been fine and I thought happy but not according to Zayn. He said I had trapped him and all he wanted was to be a normal 20 year old. Well he got what he wanted I was done. I would do this on my own. Now is when I missed my family, but they were still in Michigan and I was in London. All I wanted was my mom right now and my sister, but I had Emilie and I knew she would take care of me.
I was just about to fall asleep when I heard whispering and then a shout. I went out of my room and towards the stairs I looked down and saw Harry and Zayn. Zayn was trying to get in while Harry was trying to get him to leave.
“Zayn mate you need to leave. Emilie is sleeping and will be really pissy if you wake her up. You can talk to Dez in the morning,” he pushed Zayn out a little but Zayn pushed back in.
“No I need to talk to her now,” Zayn was still notably drunk. Actually he seemed drunker than before.
“Mate you are plastered right now you don’t want to do this now,” Harry was trying to reason with him but Zayn just kept shaking his head.
“Harry let him in. I don’t want him walking home like that,” I shouted down Zayn looked up at me and started to come in but stumbled a little. Harry sighed and helped him up the stairs to me. I took the other side of him and we led him to the room I was staying in. We plopped him on the bed. Harry left saying if I needed him I knew where he was.
“Dez I am so sorry I didn’t mean any of it,” I could tell he was going to continue when he suddenly rushed to the bathroom. I followed him in to see him vomiting. Great this I what I wanted to do on my Saturday night, take care of my drunk asshole of a baby daddy. I went over to him and started to rub his back as he continued to vomit. He stopped and turned towards me.
“Dez I’m…” I cut him off with a ‘Save It’ before putting the toilet seat down flushing and sitting him on it. I got a towel and started to wipe him off. I found a toothbrush and some toothpaste and started to brush his teeth. Nothing I hated more than vomit breath. I took off his shirt and pants and led him into the room. He was still pretty drunk and he could barely walk. I got him into bed and tucked the covers around him. I was just about to leave when he called for me. “Dez where are you going?”
“To a different room,” I stated I was still pissed at him for earlier.
“Please stay with me. I don’t like sleeping without you,” he reached his hand out to me and grabbed onto my lose hanging shirt bringing me towards him. I decided it’s better to just do what he wants. I didn’t want to start another fight while Emilie is trying to sleep she will already be pissed that Zayn is sleeping in her house after what he did. I got into the bed and he immediately started spooning me. “I don’t know what I would do without you Dez,” he mumbled into my ear as he began to rub my ever growing belly. “I love you and this baby so much,” he finally said I love you. Why couldn’t he say it when he was sober though?
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