Harry:
"I'm sorry I woke you up so early."
(Y/N) choked out as she hunched over the toilet bowl again.
"Shh, it's fine. Your my first priority." I whispered, still trying to rub the sleep out of my eyes.
(Y/N) had been throwing up non stop for an hour now, sometimes not even to take a breath before throwing up again. It all started at 3:30 am, I woke up to hear horrible noises coming from the bathroom. That's when I saw (Y/N) pale as ever and yesterday's food in the toilet. I was starting to get worried.
"Okay, that's it. I'm calling the doctor." I mumbled and quickly get my phone from my nightstand.
After 20 minutes, the doctor was already walking up the stairs into the bathroom where (Y/N) was puking.
"I'm Dr. Parks. So what happened?" He turned to me, knowing (Y/N) couldn't answer for herself.
"I woke up at around 3:30, and heard (Y/N) doing something in the bathroom and when I opened the door to see if she was okay, I saw her throwing up." Dr. Parks nodded and walked over to (Y/N), me following close behind.
"How long has this been going for?" He questioned.
"Going on 2 hours."
After another hour of Dr. Parks examining my kitten, he walked me out to the bedroom.
"She just experiencing very bad nausea. After tomorrow she should be fine, but in the mean time give her heaps of water and this should help give her a break for an hour or two." Dr. Parks have me a little glass bottle with clear liquid inside. "1 at breakfast and one before she sleeps." He said. I nodded and showed him out before walking back into the bathroom.
"What did he say?" (Y/N) asked me.
"It's just a bad case of nausea, by tomorrow you should be fine he said." I smiled small.
Louis:
"Louis..."
"Louis..."
"What do you want!" I yelled as I got up from my nap on the couch. Work has been stressful on me lately and (Y/N) isn't helping.
She had her arms wrapped around her belly and she was slightly hunched over. Worry and fear washed over her face.
"I-I will just call Danielle, your to tired right now." She whispered and slowly turned around and walked into the kitchen. Once she reached the bench, her leg gave way from underneath her.
"Oh my god baby are you okay." I sprinted off the couch and towards
(Y/N). Thankfully her arms stopped her from falling on the ground, she caught the bench just before she fell.
"I've been feeling dizzy all the time. The last time something like this happened-"
"You mean this happened before...and you didn't tell me?" I whimpered.
"You were to stressed out with work, I didn't want to be another problem. And now I'm worried that something is wrong with Emma." She sobbed and clutched on to her stomach.
"You're never an problem. You're my wife and carrying our child, you have to come to me in situations like this. Come on, let's just put you on the couch for now and I'll ring up Mum." I said and helped her up, guiding her towards the couch.
"Do you think something's wrong?" (
(Y/N) sobbed.
"I doubt it." I kiss her forehead and dial Mum's number. "Hey Mum, it's just me..." I walk into another room where (Y/N) couldn't hear me. "(Y/N) just walked into the kitchen and her legs have way. She said she felt dizzy and - and Mum I'm worried. It happened before and she didn't even tell me." I sniffed and wiped my tears away.
"Louis her blood pressure is low, that is all. Give her water and make her rest, just keep her off her feet for a few days."
"Okay." I hung up and walked back into where (Y/N) was laying down. "Mum said that you have to rest and drink water from now in. Your blood pressure was low and that was why you were dizzy." I sniffed and brushed her hair out of her face. "And I'm sorry I snapped at you." I mumbled into her neck as she wrapped her arms tightly around me.
"It's okay."
Zayn:
"ZAYN!" I heard (Y/N) scream from the bedroom. I dropped my glass of water, which ended up shattering everywhere, and ran towards the bedroom.
"What happ-" I was cut off with (Y/N) laying on the floor with her arms around her bump and red puffy eyes. "Love what happened." I breathed as I ran towards her.
"All I remember is walking into the bathroom and tripping on something, I tried to reach the bed but I didn't make it Z...what if the boys are hurt?" She sobbed and looked up at me.
"Is there any blood?" I asked.
"I don't think so, can we please go get a check up?" She asked.
"Of course babe." I nodded and helped her up off the floor.
30 minutes later, we pulled up in front of the hospital and I jumped out of my car seat, swinging open the door to
(Y/N)'s side and carefully pulling her out.
"Yeah, we are going to have to make that ultrasound for next month right now." I urgently told reception. She nodded and called a nurse who took us into a familiar room, hooking the machine up and getting (Y/N) ready.
"There doesn't seem to be any damage..." The nurse trailed off.
"And the twins?" I quickly asked clutching onto (Y/N)'s hand.
"Good heart beats and great blood pressure, the twins are fine." I breathed a sigh in relief and buried my head into (Y/N)'s neck.
"Thank god" I sniffed.
Liam:
"Love, are you okay." I asked as I entered the bedroom to see (Y/N) laying on the bed with her hands roaming around her stomach with a confused look on her face.
"Is it normal for the baby not to kick for 2 days?" She propped her self up on her arms and stared at me.
"I-I don't know honey." I scratched the back of my neck. It did seem odd to me that the baby wasn't kicking, it always kicked.
"I'm just going to go take a shower." (Y/N) sighed and walked to the bathroom. It broke me inside knowing (Y/N) was upset about the baby, she always wants to feel the baby kick.
I waited 2 minutes for (Y/N) while she was in the shower. I made my way towards the bathroom door and opened it, smelling the steam and moisture in the room. I stripped myself of my clothes and stepped into the shower with (Y/N), wrapping my arms around her waist.
"The baby is probably just tired of kicking for a while." I mumble into her neck and peck the exposed skin.
"Mpff." (Y/N) grunted.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"The baby is giving me a hard time.." She trailed off and thought about what she said before turning around to face me with a big smile. "The baby is okay." I chuckled at her excitement and hugged her, then leaning down to peck her large bump.
Niall:
"Oh my god." (Y/N) sucked in a breath and leaned on me for support.
"Princess what's wrong?" I asked worriedly. We had already came back from our holiday to Paris, and we were making lunch.
"She can't come now Niall, she can't." I quickly walked over to her as she clutched her stomach.
"Tell me what's wrong?" I stared into her eyes as I cupped her cheeks
"There is this sharp and painfully feeling in my stomach and I don't know what it is." She sobbed. "She can't come now Niall." She was right, she isn't even 7 months yet.
"Shhh princess." I cooed. All of a sudden there was a knock at the door. "I will be right back baby, stay here and don't move." I pecked her lips and went to open the door.
"Nia-"
"We can't talk now, something is wrong with (Y/N)." Mum and Denise's smiles were wiped off of there faces and they barged in. We all ran into the kitchen to see (Y/N) still leaning on the bench.
"We need to get her on the couch." Denise said. I wasted no time in helping them get her to the couch.
"Tell me what's wrong dear?" Mum asked.
"I-I keep feeling these sharp pains in my stomach, and I don't know if they're contractions or not." (Y/N) whimpered, I hate seeing my princess cry.
"Has your water broken." Mum asked again. (Y/N) shook jet head. "Well, you're not in labor. I think it's just that Ava is kicking you to hard, just like he did to me." Mum motioned her head towards me and I frowned.
"At least there is nothing wrong, right?" I but in.
"There is nothing wrong, just lay down as much as you can and rub your stomach." (Y/N) nodded and mumbled a quiet 'thank you' before I rushed over to her and pulled her into my arms.
"I was so worried." I mutter.
