Harry's POV:

"I'm/He's pregnant."

Everyone went silent; even Louis, and that is a rarity. I felt myself began to tremble. I looked to Zayn. His expression was unreadable. Niall was the first to speak up.

"You're joking, right?"

Zayn shook his head. "No. I'm having a baby, and Harry is the father."

"That's not even possible." Niall retorted.

"Evidently it is." I grumbled.

Liam looked at us unsuredly. "What about management?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. We just felt like it was time to let you know." Zayn said to him. His eyes shot over to Trisha. "Mum?"

She looked at him and forced a grin. "I'm not going to lie, it's a bit unorthodox. But, I'll always support you, Sunshine."

This made me feel a bit better. Copying Zayn, I then looked to my own mother. She realised that I was waiting for her to voice her opinion. Her silence made my stomach feel uneasy.

"Well," Louis finally cut it. His silence was beginning to make me anxious. "I think it's proper weird... But it explains loads"

"What do you mean it's proper weird and it explains loads?!" Zayn snapped defensively.

"I just meant that now I know why you're pudgy and hormonal, and its strange that a man is pregnant!"

Zayn's cheeks turned red. "I am not pudgy. It's not my fault that I have a baby inside of me! It's not my fault that I got pregnant! I didn't ask for this to happen so stop making me feel like freak about it!"

He got up and ran upstairs. We all jumped when we heard the door slam. I looked to everyone.

"Look... I know this may be hard to understand, and it may be hard to take in at first. Please try to accept it. This whole process has been extremely difficult on Zayn and he needs support. I can only help so much. He needs you; he needs his family. It's our child, and we're not getting rid of him/her, and we wouldn't change anything. We both want this more than anything, but we can't do this alone." I spoke steadly, but my heart was thumping rapidly. I was quite nervous, for some reason.

Still, everyone seemed mute. They didn't say a word. I grew angry. "Thanks so much for understanding." I stood up and jogged up the stairs after Zayn. I opened the door to see him shirtless, looking at his stomach in the mirror. He looked at me and pouted. "I am pudgy."

I shook my head the walked to him. I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind. "You're perfect." I kissed his neck.

"No, I'm fat. I'm a fat freak."

"Babe, you're not a freak, and you're not fat. This isn't unheard of. It's just abnormal. It makes you special. We get to have our own baby! And the enlarged stomach is just one thing that comes with it. It's not fat, it's a baby."

"But no other lads can have their own baby," he sniffled and looked at me in the mirror.

"Exactly. We're lucky," I kissed his cheek. "I bet that she'll look like you."

Zayn smiled. "She'll?"

"Yeah. I think we're having a girl."

Zayn glanced down at his stomach. "I don't know... I'm thinking boy."

"Harry Jr." I chuckled.

"Maybe," Zayn agreed with a small laugh. I got on my knees and kissed his stomach softly.

"If it's a girl, what are we going to call her?" I asked as I placed my hand against his stomach skin and rubbed circles with my thumb.

Zayn fluttered his eyes close then hummed. "Maybe Jennifer. Jenny for short."

"Anything else?" I don't quite like Jennifer much.

"Hmm.. I don't know. I haven't really given it much thought. I jus like 'J' names."

I pressed my lips to the centre of Zayn's tummy and whispered. "I love you, beautiful baby who I can't wait to meet. Daddy loves you so much."

"You're sweet," Zayn commented. "Give me a kiss."

"Gladly," I replied with a smirk. I stood up and placed both my hand on his stomach, then planted a kiss to his mouth. I brushed my thumb against his skin as our lips slide across each other's.

"I love you," Zayn whispered as we pulled away.

I grinned at him. "I love you, too. I love both of you," I knealt down again and kissed his bump.

"Mum?" I heard Zayn gasp after a moment of me mumbling things to the baby who I've offically decided is a girl. I turned my head to find Trisha standing in the doorway.

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Zayn's POV:

"I'm sorry to interupt.." Mum said awkwardly. I turned quickly and grabbed my shirt, and then tugged it over my head.

"It's okay," I told her as I ran my fingers through my hair. "What are you doing up here?"

"I wanted to come and apologise. I want you both to know that I support you whole-heartedly. I didn't answer because I was shocked. But I'm so happy for you, Zayn. I'm so proud of you."

I smiled at this, then hugged her. "Thank you."

"Anything for you." she rubbed her hand on my back.

"How much of that did you see, exactly?" I inquired, seating myself down on the matress.

"Oh, not much. But, you think it'll be a girl, Harry?" she looked at him.

Harry's cheeks flushed. "Yes, ma'am."

I smiled at Harry. He's so cute when he's embarrased. "Harry wants a girl."

"Have you discussed names?"

I nodded. "We've been joking around about calling them Harry Jr. if it's a boy."

"That was a joke?" Harry asked, dissapointment in his tone.

"Oh, no, of course not, babe," I chucked nervously. "But for a girl I like 'J' names."

"Hmm. What'd you have in mind?"

"I like Jennifer."

"I like... Jamie."

Mum smiled at us. "Well, you lovely lads have got plenty of time. Congradulations, boys. I'm so happy for you." she gave me a kiss on the cheek and a tight hug, then did the same to Harry. We exchanged farewells before she extited our room.

"Do you think everyone left?" Harry inquired, wiping off the lip-stick stain that Mum had left on his cheek.

"Most likely," I sighed. We jogged down the stairs together to find only Liam sitting on he couch; he look as if he was in deep concentration.

"Liam?" I said, authority in my voice.

He quickly looked up at me with enlarged brown eyes. "What?"

"What are you still doing here?" I sat down next to him.

"I wanted to talk to you guys abou this without everyone being negative about it."

I perked my head at him. "What would you like to talk about, then?"

"Firstly," Liam began as he watched Harry seat himelf across from us. His eyes trained on me again. "I would like to say that I support both of you 100% and I'm more than happy to help out in this situation any way that I can. However, I'm concerned about our career... Are you planning on quitting the band when he/she is born?"

"No," I immediately responded. "We're not quitting the band."

"Good. Well.. Have you told managment yet?"

I chewed the inside of my lip, then looked at Harry. His green eyes were elsewhere. Glad to know I can count on him to pay attention.

"Harold." I shouted.

Startled, Harry snapped out of his little world and looked at Liam and I. "Huh?"

"Have we told management about the baby yet?"

He shook his head. "I don't want to. They'll tell us to abort her."

"Her?" Liam mused.

"He's convinced it's a girl," I breifly explained. "But I think we'll have to inform them of the matter soon."

"I don't think you should tell management. Like he said, they'll constantly remind you that the fans with "hate you" and that it's a "mistake". I don't want that to happen."

"I'm not ready to tell yet, but when I do, and if they tell me to get rid of the baby, I'll just tell them to suck my dick after Harry does." I told Liam. I gained a chuckle from Harry.

"Well, good," Liam said with a smile. He stood up. "I'm sorry about everyone else... I think they're just in shock. Give them time. I'll see you lads later."

I waved goodbye then looked at Harry, who was smiling at me.

"What?" I questioned.

"Nothing," he shook his head, still with that grin on his face. "I'm just happy."

"Happy because?" I sat down in his lap and allowed him to encase my body in his strong arms.

"Because you make me happy," Harry whipspered with his lips pressed to my ear. "I love you."

"I love you, too." I smiled. He rested his forehead against mine and looked me in the eyes.

"Thank you for carrying our baby."

I rubbed my stomach. "Why wouldn't I?"

"I just feel like some other men put in this position would choose to kill the child. Thank you."

"Don't thank me for doing the right thing." I kissed his forehead. "I couldn't ever do that."

Harry lay back, and tugged me wiht her. I faced him then allowed my heavy eye-lids to slide down. I felt a pair of soft lips against my neck. "Goodnight, Babe. I love you." they whispered.

"Goodnight. We love you." I said back before sleep took me.

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A/N: Hiiiiiiiiii. thank you to everyone for reading this story, the ammount of reads we recieve is absolutely ridiculous. I am continuously amazed by the readers, thank you from the bottom of my heart.

-Julia.xx