Then at 5 minutes apart, Harry felt like death. He'd torn of his top and was peering over to look at his massive bump. He could see the baby physically change the shape of his belly as it stretched. He stroked the side of his stomach where his stretch marks were rawest.


"Please baby," he begged, head pressed as hard into the pillow as possible. "Please please stop, come tomorrow." but it wasn't happening, the baby wanted to be out today and he was starting to stress out about it. He'd left it to long to get to the hospital, he's let the boys leave him to sleep, he'd messed up.

"Harry." he heard a gentle knock on the opposite side of the door and a tuneful voice belonging to Zayn. "Harry, Liam told me to wake you up." he waited for a response, but nothing, so he knocked again. Nothing. Harry wasn't answering to Zayn's calls.

He began to panic, knocking a little harder one last time because the last time anyone burst in on Harry without permission got the wrath of his hormones, and that time is when he heard a whimper. 


"Har-"


"I'm fine, sorry." Zayn thought that was enough to finally enter, head looking in before his body came through and he saw Harry heavily panting as he lifted himself. "Sorry, I was recovering from a weird dream."


"What was it?" Zayn asked, walking over and lifting Harry to his feet.

The younger boy could feel his heart quickening in his chest, counting the seconds before his body would spasm again and he knew he couldn't hide another contraction. The last one rendered him silent as he dealt with the agony. As Zayn held him tight walking him down the stairs, he took in a deep breath and prayed to God his contractions were an evil joke, a vivid dream, horrific intense braxton hicks.


"Just, something about a hall way and a lot of running, I can't really remember it now."

Harry stood by the door frame, hand sprawled over his heaving belly and anxiously waiting. Any minute now he'd be rumbled, he'd be responsible for ruining his boyfriends Christmas.


"Hazz!" Niall shouted for the third time, finally making him jump back and notice that the boys were all staring at him. "Are you gonna test it then?"


"T-test what?"


"Liam's stuffing balls." Louis wrapped his arms around Liam's waist, swaying him side to side proudly, Liam really had out done himself with this years Christmas feast.

"They're delicious." Niall took one of the plate, cupped it with his other had so crumbs wouldn't fall and walked toward Harry. He was bug eyed, staring the food down as he got closer and still aware of his boyfriends eyeing him down with cheerful expressions.

Then just as Niall was near to feeding him, the over whelming pain shot through his middle, radiating to his back and caused him to cripple over.

He couldn't pretend anyway, shrug away the pain and maybe convince the boys it was nothing, because as his body slowly fell and he was on his knees, the other boys circled around him in a frenzy. He was in pain, it made his head thump, his body felt weak suddenly and below belt was all sore.

"Harry, Harry babe what's wrong?!" Panicked Niall.


"Hazz come on, let's get you to the sofa." Liam gently spoke.


"Fuck, shit we need an ambulance, what's going on, Hazz are you alright, what the fuck do we-"


"Louis calm down!" Zayn Interrupted.

Harry stayed cradling his middle in his hands, eyes scrunched up and trying to steady his breath as each of the boys tried to get him to admit it, that he was in labour.