Mentions: Minor angst, fluff
Harry knew it was a bad idea for Y/N to keep touring while she was pregnant.
“Baby, can you get my vitamins?” Y/N calls to Harry as she walks around, trying to pack up the last things from their hotel room. She was moving to the last location tomorrow of her tour, just one more concert in San Francisco tonight, then to LA and it’s over.
“Got ‘em, love,” Harry replies, walking in the room with a backpack on his back, two duffel bags on one arm, a few grocery bags that they’d put their dirty clothes in on the other arm, and a suitcase in tow behind him.
“Bubs, what are you doin’?” Y/N giggles, walking over to take the grocery bags, or anything to get some stuff off his hands.
“Ah,” He stops her, stepping back so she can’t get anything, “Y’cant carry anything, not on my watch.”
“I’m pregnant, Harry, there’s a baby in my stomach, it’s not like m’bones will break with the slightest of force all of a sudden,” She scoffs, reaching to get a bag again.
He steps back once more, though, “Exactly, y’pregnant with our little petal, so I’m not risking anything.”
With a roll of her eyes and an exasperated sigh of defeat, Y/N at least got to hold the door for him as he shuffled out of the room.
The tour had been going smoothly. Everything was in check, Y/N was healthy, Harry was with her every night because he was off right now, and most importantly, their baby was healthy. At three months pregnant, her bump had just begun showing. Harry loved the little bump more than he ever thought he would, picturing their little girl in their, growing everyday, a mixture of him and Y/N. He knew it was a girl, had a gut feeling about it, and Y/N, too, was hoping for a girl. They didn’t want to get the gender yet, though, and in the end, they’d love their baby no matter what he or she comes out as.
By the time they got to the arena that night, Y/N was rushing around like always, one minute being shoved into makeup, next minute having clothes thrown her way to put on, some fans backstage also for her to meet at one point.
At that point, Harry stayed in her dressing room because none of the fans knew Harry was with Y/N. He was MIA right now, though many people had guessed he was with Y/N simply because they’re dating. Well, dating to the public eye. Still, no one but close friends and family knew Y/N and Harry had gotten married, and they’d planned to keep it a secret as long as possible, just as they would with their little girl.
“Promise to come off stage if you feel any discomfort?” Harry mumbles, chin rested on Y/N’s head as she was curled into his chest, minutes before her queue to go on stage.
She giggles, pulling back to look up at him, knowing that all the staff and stuff walking around were probably looking at the two a bit oddly. She was supposed to go on stage in 2 minutes, already in her outfit and her makeup done. She couldn’t resist a quick cuddle from her Hazza, though. “I’m wearing thigh boots without heels just for you,” She chuckles, “I’ll be fine, bubs.”
After that, she’s rushed on stage, starting her show. She was confident that she’d be fine, knowing there was only one time when she’d have to get off the stage. Though, that time was a very risky piece, walking through barricaded fans to get to b stage in the middle of the arena she was playing at tonight. Though, Y/N had faith in her fans that they’d be respectful and not too touchy.
As the time came, she walked from the main stage a bit nervously, but kept a calm demeanor. With security in front and behind her, she stopped to greet some friends, smiling and waving at them and taking some pictures. The beginning to her next song was starting, so she was on a bit of a time crunch.
“Oh!” She gasps, tripping over her own feet a bit, but easily regaining herself as she turns to the nearest fan, “Clumsy even when I’m not wearing heels, Jesus!”
From there on it was easy, going to b stage with some performers to do four songs, four of her favorites because they might loosely be based about Harry, maybe. Everything was amazing, the energy, her vocals were cooperating, she felt lovely and well. Y/N could’ve sworn her bubs inside her was dancing as well.
It was a bit hard not to cup the small bump when she sang a slower song, one based around how she wanted to start a life with someone she loves, the song that she’d written directly about Harry and their baby the day after they’d found out she was pregnant. It was newer, and the fans were more than stoked she’d performed it for the last shows of the tour, but none knew the real implications.
“Doing amazing, petal,” She mumbles under her breath, very subtly running a hand over her little bump through the oversized sweatshirt she was wearing as she walked off b stage. Her smile was unstoppable, hearing the chant of her name as she made her way back to the stage to sing the fans’ favorite song, and one of her favorites, also.
“Hey!” Someone yells from her left, and Y/N’s eyes snap over as she sees one fan shove another.
She wants to tell them to stop, but her mind thinks straight to her belly, the bean inside her. She steps back, and the security rush her towards the stage while other guards take care of that. A sudden gasp pulls though the audience as the left pit tumbles over, making a low rumble as everyone topples over, and the barricades come down, too. There’s not enough time to react as the metal rails crash into Y/N’s hip painfully and send her falling, too.
She gasps out, arms wrapping around her bump as she tumbled over. The security guard in front of her is quickly reaching for her and catching her, pulling her towards the stage hurriedly, but her hip jolts in pain.
The audience sounds as if it’s in some kind of heated debate now, fans yelling at other fans for knocking into me, fans in the upper rows watching in shock and yelling to the pit. It’s making Y/N’s ears really ring, and she’s suddenly finding it hard to breath.
She’s scared. Y/N is terrified. What just happened? Why is everyone yelling now? Did anyone get hurt?
She tried to walk, but any pressure on her hips has her hissing in pain, and she can’t find herself to unwrap her arm from her belly, as if using it as a shield for her little one.
“Y/N!” She heard a familiar voice yell, turning some other heads, too. Harry’s sprinting, still only in sweats and a t-shirt from earlier, his face contorted in worry as he runs along the pathway between the pit and the stage, making it to Y/N in record time. “Hey, hey, baby, y’okay? Can y’walk, love?”
She shakes her head, “Think I hurt m’hip pretty bad, Har.”
He curses under his breath, “Can I pick y’up, love? Would-Would that hurt yeh?”
She shakes her head once more, already reaching for him as she feels tears welling in her eyes. Her other arm still doesn’t budge around her tummy, and she whimpers, teeth digging into her bottom lips as Harry picks her up bridal style, moving her hips in the process and causing pain to shoot through her, but once she’s situated in his arms, it’s much better than trying to stand.
“We’ve gotta get her to the hospital,” He tells the security guard before quickly maneuvering back to backstage. It was minutes before Y/N was sat in an ambulance, paramedics checking over her as they were parked behind the arena. She always had a nurse go everywhere with her, and in this instance it came in handy.
“C-Can you check if our baby’s alright?” Y/N stutters out to her on-scene nurse while the paramedic checks her vitals and her hip bone.
“When we get to the hospital we can do a sonogram to check on her,” Her nurse promises, sending a small reassuring smile.
Harry’s hand gripped Y/N’s tightly the entire way to the hospital, and the few minutes they had to be apart once she was being x-rayed were just about Hell for the curly haired man.
Though, he couldn’t say sitting in the sonogram room was any better.
“She’s alright, yeah?” He quietly mumbles, feeling his eyes welling with a few hot tears, trying desperately to hold them back, but the thought of losing his little girl was tearing him apart.
“I don’t feel any cramps or bad pain other than in my hip, Har,” Y/N tells him, caressing the back of his hand with her thumb. “I think she’s our little soldier.”
He kisses her knuckles, then keeping her hand close to his face as he nervously taps his knee, occasionally resting his head on her hand. As the door opened, though, he was up and alert.
A nurse walks in, smiling at the two, “Mr and Mrs. Styles?”
“That’s us,” Y/N confirms.
Harry stills feels the flutters in his tummy from knowing Y/N was now Y/N Styles, knowing she’d accepted his last name. No matter what, they were together. That’s really all he needed.
“Alright, well, let me just get right to it,” The nurse hums, “You must be eager to know the state of your child’s health after an incident like that. Though, with no direct contact to the stomach, I couldn’t imagine any real harm was done.”
Harry and Y/N both visibly relax at that, though both anxiously waiting as the gel was spread over Y/N’s bump. Harry’s eyes watch the monitor intently, hand gripping his lovie’s as he watched the little white blob appear on the screen, the nurse moving around a bit to get a good view and check everything.
“Perfect,” The nurse smiles, “Your baby looks to be perfectly healthy, and because you, Mrs. Styles, are not feeling any discomfort or pain in your stomach, you have nothing to be worried about.”
Harry lets out the deepest sigh. “Bloody hell,” He groans, head resting on Y/N’s bicep.
She giggles, hand coming up to run through his curls, looking at the nurse,” He gets a bit paranoid.”
The woman laughs, “Oh, I have seen it all. You two are fine, though, you’re baby girl seems to developing beautifully.”
Harry’s eyes snap open, and Y/N’s body freezes. He raises his head, looking at the nurse as he slowly asks, “Did you say... girl?”
The nurse raises her brows, then nodding, “I did.”
Y/N lets out a small chuckle of disbelief, “Oh... she’s so gonna be a momma’s girl! Isn’t that right, petal?”
“Oh, no y’don’t, poppet!” Harry exclaims, scoffing as he presses a kiss to where Y/N’s tummy isn’t covered in the gel, “Our girl is gonna be team dad, isn’t that right, petal?”
“I’m the one carrying her for nine months, doofus,” Y/N giggles, shoving him away jokingly.
“Takes two to tango, lovie,” Harry smirks, leaning in to pepper kisses all over her face.
“You’re gross,” She feigns disgust, though wrapping her arms around his neck, “Now, let the nurse finish up her job and stop being a creep, creep.”
“I’ll show y’creep, love.” He eventually sat back in his chair, the two looking to the nurse.
She shrugs, wiping the gel from Y/N’s tummy. “I thought I saw everything up until now. Now, I’ve seen everything.”
