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-the one where harry goes into labor at home while the boys are still on tour.-

- 7; facetime -

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"but i miss you guys" harry whines through the phone that's getting held by his shoulder while he cuts up some watermelon.

"i know, i know. we miss you so much and wish that you could be here with us but we couldn't risk you going into labor on tour babe" liam comforts.

harry has been missing his boyfriend like crazy for the past couple of weeks. he's always overjoyed when they have time to facetime or call but because of their tour, the boys are packed with interviews, meet and greets and concerts. so they barely have time to call or even text harry.

harry has been very understanding of it, what do you expect when you dating the boys of a popular boy band?

but he knows it sound very selfish but some days, he wished that they weren't a popular boy band and just normal boys that have freedom and privacy to do whatever they want.

he wants to be able to cuddle up with louis on the couch when the babies are kicking up a storm. he want to hear niall's hilarious jokes and stories and wants to have zayn crouch next to his stomach and try to talk to their kids. he wants liam's AMAZING cooking and hugs. he just wants his boyfriends to himself for once but that will never be possible.

he has to deal with everything on his own instead of having his boyfriends there to comfort his every need.

"babe. the tour is basically over. we have our last concert tonight and then we'll all yours" zayn's voice rings through the phone.

harry softly smiles at that; he takes his cut up watermelon and goes back into the living room and sits on their white couch.

"i know, it's just want you here. with me and our babies! it's not fair." harry complains while chewing a piece of watermelon.

"we'll be home very soon. just 21 hours, 30 minutes and about 43 seconds to go and then we'll be cuddle up right next you haz" zayn states. harry giggles how he said the time but nods and turns his head a bit.

"okay. can't wait to see you guys again. just 21 hours huh? that's still a long time but i've waited 5 months, i could wait a few more hours." harry mumbles looking down at his fingers.

"we miss you more than you will ever know-" zayn gets interrupted by loud voices from the background, harry just assumes it's their horrible management.

"love, we have to go and get ready for interviews. we all miss you and we'll talk very soon. bye" liam rushes out

"love you by-" the line cuts. harry slowly places the phone down on his lap frowning. one of the babies kicks hard, making harry winces and slightly fold over.

as the pain from the kick disappears, he sits back up rubbing his stretched belly.

"it's okay. we'll see them soon. 21 hours loves" harry whispers to his bump before sitting back into the couch.

"just 21 more hours" he sighs.

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2 hours have passed from the call with his boyfriends. he's been having strange pains in his stomach but shrugs it off as hard kicks.

he watched their interview and performance a few minutes ago and now he's just cleaning around their house. he needs everything to be properly cleaned by the time the boys arrived. he always does this before they come back, he just wants them to feel at home and comfortable after their tour and flight.

no one wants to come home to a messy house after being stressed all day.

so harry will hours before their arrival cleaning everything. harry struggles to clean some parts of the house as he is nine months pregnant with twins but he doesn't let it stop him.

the boys probably would've told him to sit down already and rest but the boys aren't there, so he'll clean as much as he wants.

" sunlight dances off the leaves, birds of red color the trees.." harry peacefully sings. he usually listens to really upbeat music as he cleans but today, he wanted to just unstress and let go.

he sways back and front softly as he cleans the kitchen counters. he closed his eyes gently listening to the song. he makes a mental note to sing this song as a lullaby to the twins.

as he relaxes, a painful cramp rushed through his whole body. he grabs onto the edge of kitchen as hard as he can. his breathing cuts off a bit as the pain just keeps on going. his knees give out as the peak of the pain hits and his eyes shoot open. both hands on the edge of counter, crouched down. his whole body shaking painfully as the pain finally subsides.

he lets out a breath of relief. he just stays in that position before slowly pulling himself up. he goes to wipe the tears that escaped his eyes but gets interrupted by another cramp and sends him back into the position.

he lets out loud sobs as the pain just seems to get harsher and harsher by the second. his hips feel like their being torn apart. his face covered in a soft sweat from the pain. as the pain subsides, he feels one of the twins lower into the birth position and pressure floods his lower torso.

"i'm in labour, oh my- i- i can't- please" harry tries to breathe. he is too scared to get up from the position and lays his sweaty forehead on the one of the kitchen cabinets breathing heavily.

he shakily removes one of his hands from the counter and pats his hand around the counter looking for his phone. as he finally finds it and lower it to himself, another pain hits hard than the last ones. he drops his phone on the hardboard floor and grabs onto his stomach.

he's pretty sure that veins are popping out on his neck and forehead as the contraction hits. tears rush down his blood red cheeks as the peak of the contraction hits. his voice is caught in his throat, only lets out loud moans. suddenly the pain grows harsher and birth fluids start to cover his joggers and kitchen floor.

his water broke.

he lets out a loud scream in panic and pain. he swears his heart is about to burst out his chest from how fast it's racing. the pain subsides a bit, he lets out loud sobs into the counter before grabbing his phone and stands up in a bend over position.

as he reaches the stairs, the pain hits again and he can literally feel the first baby push into his pelvis. he doesn't stop, he shakily crawls up the stair sobbing and crying holding onto the railing for dear life. his lower back is killing him as the pain doesn't stop. his hip feel like they are getting harshly ripped apart. he finally makes it up the stair but instead of processing he stops and bawls into the carpet.

this time, the pain doesn't seem to even attempt to subside, instead he just continues and continues. at this point, he is army crawling it to his shared bedroom with the boys.

he uses the doorframe to get back onto his shaky and numb legs; he takes a couple steps before falling onto the bed. he grips onto the covers as the pain reaches its peak. the pain starts to slightly subsides. he pulls his whole body onto the bed and rests his head on the bed frame. he pulls out his phone from his wet pocket and calls louis.

the phone rings and rings. the call fails.

he mentally begs louis to pickup. he calls again. it rings and rings and finally louis picks up.

"hazza, we are about to get on stage to perform. can i call you back?" louis rushes out.

"m-my water broke lou ow! plea-please i need you- please. sta- stay- ow!" harry cries into the phone which he place on the pillow next to his head. the pain peaks again, he lets out the loudest sobs, begging the pain to end.

"oh my- shit! harry! oh my- baby, baby, i need you to breathe for me. breathe through it baby. in and out. calm down. everything is fine. liam! the babies are coming! get your fucking ass over here!" louis panics, harry throws his head back in pain feeling the first baby lower again.

"i-i can't lou. it's coming to- to fast. i ca-can't." harry sobs. he hears yelling from the other end but he can't make out the yells.

as the pain peaks again, he's hit with a big urge to push and a lot of pressure. he rushes to get his jogger and underwear off and throws them onto the floor. he widens his thin legs, so the babies having enough room to come out.

"okay! facetime us! babe! harry! face- niall, stop screaming!" harry hears louis yell through the phone, he turn his head and press down on the facetime button and sits his phone on the drawer. the boys only could see harrys faces and shoulders.

suddenly, the boys faces pop up on the screen worry and concern written on all of their faces.

"have you called the hospital yet?" liam worries, harry just shakes his head, the pain is too intense to even speak. he turns his head to look at his boyfriends before turning back. the pressure and urge gets to much and his body forces him to push down.

he puts his chin to his sweaty chest, grabs onto his thighs harshly, nails digging into his skin but he just need the pain to go away. his boyfriend yell some stuff at him but he can't understand any of it. he feels the head start to crown. he stops and falls back onto the pillows, his chest quickly rising up and down.

"there we go, breathe for me"

"you're so amazing, oh my"

"relax babe"

"i love you so much baby"

"breathe, calm down"

harry softly smiles at the comments but gets interrupted by another urge. he takes a deep breath before pushing down. his hole starts to burn like hell and the tip of the head starts to show. he grabs the back of his knees and forcefully pulls them towards him. he soon regrets it as it made the pain worsen, as he pushes down he throws his head back trying his best to get the head out but only the tip remains out of it.

his whole body is bloody red and vein popping out of every where as he pushes. he finally relaxes letting out loud sobs looking at the roof.

"pl- please please com-come home, come home ple-please please. i need you please" harry sobs to the boys looking over at them.

he realizes that tears are making it down all of their faces, he doesn't have time to comment or comforts instead pushes down again but doesn't make it through a second of push because of the intensity of the pain. he turns his head and sobs into the pillow.

"i can't. i can't do it anymore" harry bawls into the pillow. the pain was too intense for the younger boy and he needed someone to be there and comfort him.

at this point, he can't hear what the boys are saying. his ears feel like their underwater. he picks his head up and tries to push down. his nails stabbing his inner knees, he feels the baby's head come halfway out.

he breathes out and relaxes. his whole body shaking, his hips are killing him. nothing about this was peaceful. he breathes in and pushes down as hard as he can and all of a sudden, the head pops out of him with a bunch of birth fluids.

"oh my god- fuck! the head is out! it's coming out of me babes! oh my god!" harry breaths removing one of his hands to touch the head. he feels wet hair on his finger tips and he lets out soft tears.

he makes the decision to reposition himself to his hands and knees. so instead of the boys watching him, they could actually watch their baby come out into the world. he finally gets to position and hears the boys let out gasps and sobs.

"oh my god! harry, you're doing it! oh my!"

"oh my!"

"i'm so so proud of you darling, just a bit more love. almost there"

"can't believe this baby"

harry smiles and forces down again. he could hear the boys praise him and comfort him. he feels both of the shoulders pop out of him. he relaxes quickly before pushing one more time and the baby gently falls onto the pillows.

"oh- oh thank god fuck" harry breathes out in relief and wails from the baby start to fill the bedroom. he carefully sit up and turn around and puts the bloody baby to his chest and cries.

"oh my god you're here. hi baby. hi" harry says while softly rocking his body back and forth. he turns the baby to the boys. most of them cover their face in shock and lets out cries.

"i'm so so proud of 'arry"

"i love you so much"

"hi darling"

"oh my god"

"our baby"

"what gender?"

"it's is-ow" harry starts but the pain comes back stronger and harder than before. the urge to push is unbearable but he doesn't want to hold to the baby while pushing.

harry sets down the baby on the bed before going back into position. he takes a deep breath and starts pushing. like last time, everything hurts.

he pushes and pushes until the head pops out of him. and then the shoulder and finally the next baby arrived.

flood of relief just hits harry. he lets out loud gasps taking to breathe normally and doesn't attempt to get up.

which scares his boyfriends because they start yelling his name to sit up like he did with the first baby.

"baby? hazza? harry, i need you to sit up for us. just to see if you're okay. harold?" niall panics

"i-im okay" he breathes out before sitting up and grabbing the baby and cuddling to the baby to his chest as the baby wails.

he feels the after birth come out and some leftover birth fluids.

"you're finally here" harry smiles and picks up the first one cuddling both to his chest. he softly closes his eyes and softly at the fact that after nine months and all that pain, he had delivered two babies on his own.

he looks up with tired eyes at the boys showing them the babies.

"two girls, we have two daughters" harry whispers, his voice is jacked from all of the screaming and sobbing.

as the boys say their praises and stuff. their voice start to fade away as they speak and the room start to spin; suddenly the world get black.

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"'arry?'an you hear me?"

"is he 'kay!"

"baby, 'ake up"

"'is 'me is harry 'tyles"

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"harry styles, can you hear me?"

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fin. 2789 words

a/n: yes! there will be a part two to this.

i hope everyone enjoy this one shot! it is currently midnight in california but i wanted to stay and write a one shot for you guys.

don't forget to vote/ share/ comment on this one and past one shots that i have written. OH and requests are allowed.

this is going be the last mpreg for a while because i want to add more fluff, angst, slit into this book.

lots of love

-M

(ps. the song, harry is singing in this is called "places we won't walk" by bruno major)