"Liam? Liam it’s time to wake up." Liam let out a groan and tried to roll away from his boyfriend only to gasp when his stomach constricted painfully. "Liam?"
Suddenly he felt bile rising in his throat and he shot out of the bed, sprinting into the bathroom where he fell down on his knees just in time for the contents of his stomach to spill out of his mouth. He gripped the porcelain bowl tightly in his hands and squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to force the tears he felt coming away.
"Liam? Liam are you okay?" Zayn was suddenly there behind him, rubbing his back soothingly as Liam continued to dry heave until he felt completely exhausted.
Once he was sure that he wouldn’t be throwing up anything else, he pushed himself backwards until he was leaning tiredly against the wall, breathing heavily. He watched through blurry eyes as Zayn flushed the toilet before kneeling down in front of him with a glass of water.
"Drink this okay? I’m going to call the boys and tell them to cancel today’s interviews." Zayn said and Liam immediately shook his head.
"No." He croaked out. "I’m fine. I’ll be fine."
"Liam, you just threw up. You’re not fine." Zayn replied sternly.
"I’ll be okay, promise. I feel better already." Liam promised and honestly, he did. It’s like he hd just needed to get it out to feel fine.
"I don’t know..you look a little pale babe." Zayn’s hand was placed on his forehead and Liam moved away from it. "You don’t feel hot.."
"I’m fine Zayn, seriously. I just need something to eat and then I’ll be as good as new, okay?" Liam said and Zayn hesitantly nodded his head.
"But, if you suddenly start feeling sick again you will tell me immediately alright? That’s the deal or we’re staying home."
"Yeah okay. Now help me up." Liam held out his hand and let himself get pulled up to his feet by Zayn. "I’m just going to take a quick shower and brush my teeth, I’ll be down in ten."
"Alright. We have an hour before we have to leave and I think the others are coming over for breakfast so I guess I have to get something started." He placed a small peck on Liam’s forehead before he slipped out of the room and went downstairs to the kitchen.
Liam let out a sigh of relief before he turned around to stare at himself in the mirror as he brushed his teeth. He winced as he noticed how pale he really was and the dark circles under his eyes. Make-up would have to do wonders on him today. He spit out the toothpaste and then stripped out of his clothes before he stepped into the hot shower.
He shampooed his hair quickly and then continued with scrubbing his body clean. He couldn’t help but notice that his stomach had definitely gotten rounder and he would need to make time to go to the gym sometime this week. Apparently rough sex with Zayn wasn’t enough exercise for him as it seemed like right now.
He turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist and grabbing another one to towel dry his hair as he left the bathroom and walked into their bedroom to get dressed. He didn’t feel like drawing up, seeing as the stylists would be doing that later anyway, so he just pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie.
As he left the room and started walking downstairs, he could hear the laughter of his bandmates coming from the kitchen. He turned the corner and found them all seated around the table, eating pancakes.
"Hey, Liam! Are you feeling any better? Zayn told us what happened." Louis said sympathetically and Liam glared at his boyfriend. He had hoped that it would just stay between the two of them.
"Yeah, I’m feeling much better already. It probably wasn’t anything serious." Liam replied and managed a half assed smile.
"Good, good. Wouldn’t want daddy direction to become sick." Louis said and added a wink at the end. Liam just grimaced at the nickname.
"You’re not having any pancakes babe?" Zayn asked as he watched Liam pull out a bread packet from their cupboard.
"Nah, I’m just gonna have a slice of bread. Can you pass the orange juice Harry?" He accepted the juice package from his youngest band member and poured a full glass for himself, which he then downed in one go.
"You sure you’re feeling okay?" Zayn whispered in his ear as he wrapped his arms around Liam’s waist from behind and leaned his head against his shoulder.
"Yeah, I’m okay Z. Stop worrying so much." Liam smiled and turned his head to press his lips against Zayn’s softly.
"Oi, break it off! It’s too early for that.." Niall exclaimed and Liam pulled away with a roll of his eyes.
"Whatever. When do we have to leave?" He asked them and Harry checked his watch before replying.
"Car should be here in ten. I say we get our stuff and head out." They all agreed and went to put on their shoes and jackets, except for Liam who stayed to clean up the mess in the kitchen.
"Come on Li, we can do that when we get home!" Zayn called for him and Liam rolled his eyes once again as he put the milk in the fridge.
"You had left the milk out, it would’ve gone sour."
"Liam you’re such a mum. I can totally see little babies running around here." Louis commented and Liam’s eyes immediately shifted to his friend who was staring at him with raised eyebrows.
"What?" He asked in confusion.
"Nothing, nothing at all." Louis replied with a smirk. "Can I talk to you alone later Li?"
"Yeah I guess." Liam said with a shrug as he pulled on his jacket over the hoodie he was wearing and slipped into his shoes.
"Alright lads, let’s go!" Zayn said and ushered them all out of the door, lacing his fingers with Liam’s as they locked up their apartment and followed the other boys out to their awaiting car.
"I told you Liam, you promised me you would tell me when you were feeling sick!" Zayn snapped as he paced the floor of the small bathroom he and Liam were currently locked up inside. "You fucking promised!"
"I-I’m sorry Zayn! It’s just came so suddenly. I felt fine!" Liam exclaimed before he felt bile rising up his throat again and he had to lean over the porcelain bowl to empty his stomach but there was nothing left and all that came up was yellow acids that burned his throat.
Tears prickled at the corners of his eyes but he kept them in as he dry heaved. That was until he heard the door swing open followed by Zayn’s retreating footsteps. He half sobbed/heaved one last time before he managed to flush the toilet and shuffle backwards until he was leaning against the wall, exhausted and completely drained of any energy.
"Liam?" A soft voice asked and Liam’s head shot up to see Louis staring at him from the doorway. "Oh Liam, come here."
Louis sat down next to him on the dirty floor and pulled they younger boy into a tight embrace, whispering soothing words in his ear and running his fingers softly though his hair. “Shh, it’s okay.”
"H-he just walked out!" Liam wailed emotionally and clung onto Louis shirt, tears leaking from his eyes as he thought about his boyfriend who had just walked out on him when he needed him.
"Hey, it’s okay. He was just a little moody, okay? He loves you." Louis tried to reassure him but Liam just shook his head.
"He’s going to leave me. Oh god he doesn’t love me anymore. What am I supposed to do without him Louis?" Liam rambled and started breathing heavily.
"Hey, woah, calm down Liam. He’s not going to leave you, ever. Yours his whole world, okay? Now why don’t you tell me what’s going on?"
"What do you mean Lou?" Liam asked in confusion and sniffled as he pulled away from Louis to stare at him with big puppy eyes.
"Well, I mean, what’s up with the morning sickness, the mood swings, the roundness of your stomach? Don’t you think that means something?" Louis asked and Liam now looked even more confused.
"What are you on about? I don’t understand." Liam replied almost innocently and Louis closed his eyes and took a deep breath before replying.
"I, well, I think you might be pregnant Liam…"
Liam’s eyes widened before he burst out laughing. “That’s impossible Lou, I’m a guy.”
"No, I know. But it’s happened before Liam, you wouldn’t be the first one." Louis could practically see Liam’s brain working.
"I…what…no…that’s not, that’s not true." Liam replied hysterically, his breathing coming out unsteady and in puffs.
"Liam, just calm down. We’re not even sure yet, it was just a guess." Louis said and before he had the time to react, Liam had wrenched himself away from his grip and was leaning over the porcelain bowl, dry heaving once again.
"Don’t tell Zayn, or anyone. Okay? Not until…I’m sure."
"I…shouldn’t you tell Zayn? This concerns him too."
"Well he obviously doesn’t care or he wouldn’t have left me here, would he?" Liam snapped and then quickly regretted it as he saw Louis shocked face. "Sorry, I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me."
"It’s okay. It’s probably just the hormones." Louis replied and Liam groaned as he turned to throw up again.
"I’m not pregnant." Liam said to himself. "I’m not."
There it is. The first chapter of my mpreg. Hope you liked it even though it’s a different subject. Thoughts?