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PREGNANCY SERIES 6. Morning sickness

Morning sickness

Harry: You could feel the familiar sensation of your stomach turning. Your face heating up as you tired to hold back the inevitable. Harry lay sleeping next to you his soft snores still audible. You swallow hard trying to force the feeling away, but it only got worse.You throw the blanket off of you and jump out of bed sprinting to the bathroom. You barley make it to the bathroom, when you throw up in the toilet. "Are you alright sweetheart?" Harry asked from the doorway. His short hanging low on his hips, one hand ruining the sleep out of his eyes. "I think I just have morning si-" you started again before throwing up for a second time. Harry was at your side now, rubbing his cold hand on your back. "It's OK Y/N. Can I get you something? Do you need some water?" You slumped back onto the floor, surprisingly feeling much better. "Will you get me sine juice?" You croaked giving him a weak smile. "Of course," he laughed pressing a kiss your you forehead.

Liam: Sleeping while your pregnant, may have been some if the best sleep you've ever gotten. Except after a few weeks, every morning you wake up feeling sick. This morning was especially bad. You rolled onto your back, covered your eyes with your forearm and groaned. "You ok love?" Liam grumbled from the bed next to you. You shook your head and squeeze your eyes shut. "Is it the morning sickness?" He asked rolling over and watching you intently. Before you could say another word you got the all to familiar feeling your were going to vomit. By some miracle you made it to the bath room. Liam hurried in behind you, tying the strings on his low riding sweats. "I bet I'm just the model of sexy right now." You giggled over the sink. "You have no idea," he countered, wrapping his hands around your waist.

Niall: You clamped your hand tightly over you mouth and tried to get out of bed as discretely as possible. As so as your feet hit the carpet to ran to the bathroom, shut the door and knelt in front of the toilet, and spilling the contents of you stomach out in front of you." You braced your self with another round of nausea when you heard a quite knock on the door. "Y/N you OK?" He asked in a raspy voice. "I'm fine, go back to bed Niall." You tried to sound convincing and failed. He opened the door anyway. "Niall," You groaned, pushing strands of sweaty hair that had stuck to your face back. "If ya have to go through this fer our baby, i'm gonna be here with yeh." Niall sat down behind your and rubbed your back. You could barley hear it but he was humming Through The Dark.

Louis: "Breakfast?" Louis asked, stroking my hair. His chest rose and fell as he talked. Your stomach practically growled at the thought. "Please?" You responded, looking up through your eyelashes at him. He rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of shorts, leaving you in bed. Before to long he was back with two bowls of cereal, toast, and juice. You don't know why but as soon as you smelt the orange juice you had the overwhelming feeling that you needed you puke. You shot out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Louis could hear you throwing up from the bedroom. He stood in the center of the room, arms still full of food, and not sure what to do. "Are you ok Y/N?" He asked aloud. "This baby better be cute." You groaned from the bathroom.

Zayn: "Whats wrong babe?" Zayn asked sitting up in bed. "I don't feel very well. It's so hot in here, aren't you hot?" You whined kicking off the comforter. A very nauseous feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. "I think I'm gonna be sick." You groaned running to the bathroom and kneeling on the cold floor. Zayn was right behind you. Holding your hair out of your face as wave after wave of sickness rolled over you. You sat back after a few minutes, twisted into Zayn's arms and closed your eyes. "How bout a cold shower?" He hummed into the top of your head. You nod, "Only if you join me." He chuckled and reached up to turn on the shower. "Of course."