Louis: You loved your body. Really. You’d been in great shape all your life, and you took pride in how fit you were. Which is why the changes were so hard. First, it was the boobs. Which, in the beginning, wasn’t so bad because a little extra titty never hurts and Louis was very pleased. But now it was like lugging around extra weight and going from a B to a DD was drastic. But again, that wasn’t the deal breaker. The deal breaker was the fat ass. You love your kids, all 4 of them. Each and every one of your children meant the world to you, but man did the pregnancies take a toll on you. It didn’t hit you until today, when you were trying to shimmy into your old pair of skinny jeans and they just wouldn’t make it past your upper thighs. So after you gave up, you sat against the armoire and sobbed. “(Y/N), babe, why the tears? Is everything alright?” Louis’ voice went up an octave as he sunk down next to you. You were a little shy about discussing the whole body issue with Louis because, for starters he was a little clueless, and you also were embarrassed to even discuss it. While he sat beside you, petting your hair and coaxing you into telling him what was bothering you, it kind of just slipped out.“Louis, I have a fat ass. I have a huge, fat ass and massive tits to match. I’m fat! I’m a fat cow.” You complained, throwing your head into your hands.What you were expecting from Louis was not at all what you were met with. He laughed. You were sitting here, crying, and he actually had the nerve to laugh. For a brief moment, you picked your head up out of your hands to scowl at him. Immediately, the laughing came to a halt, but not without a small chuckle after. “Sweetheart, having 4 kids changes your body. You’re not fat, you may be a little curvier than you were 10 years ago, but definitely not fat. And since we’re confessing, I like the fat ass and matching massive tits, gives me a lil more to play with beneath the sheets.”He complimented before grabbing at your boob, playfully pulling you into him and drowning your chest in a bunch of wet kisses.

Liam: All your makeup was scattered throughout the bedroom. Concealers, foundations, brushes, and whatever else you could get your hands on. But you, you were strewn across the bed with half of your face smothered unevenly in different shades of makeup. Your eyes were glued to the ceiling as you wallowed in self pity, stressing over the ridiculous amount of freckles that had manifested on your face. You were always very confident and it wasn’t really like you to be insecure. However, when it came to the freckles smothering your face, you were insecure. It felt like nothing ever compeltely covered them and you were always struggling to get ride of that one freckle poking out behind the concealer you’d lathered on. 
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“Christ, what the hell happened in here?” Liam teased, throwing his coat on the door as he stepped over a pile of powders. “Li, you think you can get freckles lasered off?” You asked nonchalantly. Liam chuckled after letting out a mocking groan. This was something you’d always dwelled on and he couldn’t help but laugh at how much you let it stress you out. He laid next to you on the bed for a moment before shifting all your weight over and placing you on top of him. Your eyes met and he pouted at you. “Babygirl, I wouldn’t want you to change a single thing about you. Especially those freckles.” He confessed. You rolled your eyes at his pathetic but predictable line. but, you couldn’t help but crack a smile because he was so sappy and you enjoyed it. And with you smiling, he was smirking and eventually started laughing. “But we do need to change that concealer shade.”

Harry: Your feet were planted firmly on the wooden floor as you stood completely still. There, in your panties and bra, you stared back at yourself in the mirror. It felt like the longer you stared the bigger the scar seemed to appear, running for miles and miles along your torso. You swore the longer you kept looking the more you wanted to cry, and it’d be the fifth time you’d cry about it this week. As you ran your fingers along the scar you had to forcefully choke back the few tears poking your eyes.“(Y/N), love…”Harry’s voice came from the bedroom door, his reflection becoming present in the corner of your mirror. He frowned as he caught you examining the scar for the millionth time today. Soon he was pacing towards you, arms slithering around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder. A few kisses were placed on the bare skin of your shoulder as well as along your neck. He even tucked a strand of hair carelessly behind your ear, locking eyes with you in the mirror.“It’s so..ugly. It makes me feel so ugly.” You choked, a tear trickling down the side of your cheek.Harry was quick to wipe it away, adjusting his arm to remove the tear with his thumb. Another frown tugged at his lips before he spoke. “Think of it like this, kitten. This scar is beautiful because without it there’d be no baby sleeping in the next room and…” His words trailed as he ran his fingers over the few stitches that were left.His frown turned into a little smile the longer he allowed his fingers to graze over it. Soon he was bringing your hand to run over it along with his, reminding you of the perfect human being the two of you brought into the world.

Hiding The Pregnancy (Harry)

Positive. It was repeatedly flashing through your mind. Actually, it was the only thing flashing through your mind. Positive, positive, positive. One test didn’t quite do it for you, which is how you ended up twelve positive tests in. Twelve tests, tauntingly piled a top one another in the kitchen sink. All positive. You wanted to vomit, and who could tell if it was the nerves or the...

Amidst all of the pacing back and forth and the silent panicking, the faint sound of whistling became present from downstairs. Your first assumption was that the TV was left on. But you were wrong, as you deemed the tune to be familiar. Not long after, the sound of boots gliding across the wooden floor could be heard.

“Love, I’m back.”

Harry was home. Your eyes instantly darted to the pile of positive pregnancy tests filling up the sink. Before you could even think of what to do with them, Harry's feet began hitting the staircase. Your heart fluttered in your chest as the footsteps got heavier and closer.

"(Y/N), babe?"

Shit. His voice started to grow closer, and before you knew it there was a couple of knocks against the bathroom door. After freezing up, you lunged towards the sink and grabbed every last one of the tests. You watched as each one tumbled into the garbage bag, which you tightly tied up and proceeded to kick under your makeup table.

Like clockwork Harry barged in, assuming you had fallen ill or something. You turned to face him, slapping the fakest of smiles on your face. His eyebrows furrowed briefly as he looked around the room for something, maybe anything.  

"Everything ok in here?" He questioned after glancing around.

"Fine, everything's fine." You replied nonchalantly, strolling out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

As the weeks went on, the symptoms increased. Nausea, bloating, constant morning sickness. You'd been feeding Harry lie after lie, blaming something you ate or a stomach bug. Scheduling doctor's appointments were the hardest to hide, but you managed. This morning was like all the other appointments, and you were sure to be extra careful to slither out of the house without waking Harry. You slipped on your yoga pants, being that they were the only thing that seemed to fit lately. About mid way through lacing up your sneakers, an arm looped around your waist and tugged you back. Harry left his hand on your stomach a little bit longer than you had wanted, making you quickly push it off.  

"Where are you scampering off to this early?" His voice was groggy while he rubbed his eyes, adjusting to the light from your bedside lamp.

"Just a quick jog."

Before he could meet you with any response you were practically sprinting to the door. It was one of the coolest fall mornings yet, the sun had just peeked above the trees and you were on route to get the first ultra sound of the baby. But while sitting in a pink paper slip dress on an examining table, Harry was tossing the house upside down. He knew something was going on and he was determined to figure it out. After hours of rumbling through drawers, closets, looking under every bed in the flat, he turned up empty handed.

It wasn't until the phone call he received that had finally given him an answer. You walked in through the door to see Harry at the kitchen table. Your cellphone was sitting in front of him, his head was in his hands, and an unignorably hostile aura was dangling in the room. He looked up at you, but only briefly, before darting his eyes around the room. Nobody said a word, even though you wanted to. Though in a few moments, he had finally spoke up.

"How far along?" His voice was quiet, even a little solemn.

"About 2 months."

"You're out of your fucking mind." He spat harshly

His eyes widened and one of his hands ran through his hair a few times before rubbing the sides of his face. You stood painfully still as he stood up, taking a couple deep breaths as he walked around. You gave him the time he needed, all while awaiting a screaming match or something even worse. But that was the complete opposite of what you had expected.

"Okay." He breathed.

A questionable look flickered on your face, "Okay?"

"Okay, we can do this. I love you, and I'll love this baby too. I'm just disappointed that I wasn't the first to know." He sighed, making way to you before bringing you into his side.

A warm kiss was placed to your temple before he laid his hand adoringly on your slightly elevated tummy. Sure, he could jump up and down and yell about how sneaky you were about it. But he didn't want to. There was no point. You allowed yourself to find solace in his embrace, leaning into him whilst laying your hand on top of his.

Harry ; It was never supposed to go on for this long. What started off as a discrete fling whilst being away spun into something much longer. Now months had gone passed, and in all honesty, he wasn’t sure how he’d gotten this far without getting caught.

“Welcome home, baby.” You smiled, peaking out from the top step as he slithered in through the front.

He sent you a halfhearted smile, to which you overlooked as you came pummeling down the stairs. God, you were beautiful. Hair thrown up in a bun, with nothing but an oversized white button down on, half buttoned up. A part of him was buried with guilt, but he refused to let it show on his physical appearance. He solemnly pulled you uno a hug, which is where it all started to spiral downwards. You inhaled sharply, expecting to take in his normal scent of Burberry cologne and mint gum. But instead you got an overbearing whiff of women’s perfume. You took another quick sniff, just to make sure, and again were hit with a feminine scent. With furrowed eyebrows, you slightly cocked your neck back to look at him. And you saw them. The 3 little hickeys amongst his jaw, sloppily and poorly covered with concealer. Immediately you nudged him off before creating a space between the two of you.

“Do I smell that awful, love? I promise I’ll shower.” He joked as he sent a puzzling look.

“Who is she.”

The room fell silent for a moment. There was no need for the “who?” Or the “what are you talking about” because he knew you made him, and there was no convincing you otherwise. His eyes fell to the ground briefly as you held all your breath in your chest.

“The PR lady from the holiday party.” He sighed.

You could’ve vomited right on the spot, your words getting jumbled in the back of your throat as you tried to form them. The next question would be harder than the first.

“How long?”

Definitely harder.

“About 6 months now, I guess.”

And that was all you needed to here. Your stomach was doing somersaults, your skin got cold and you could feel tears poking and prodding at the back of your eyes. One even spilled over, but you quickly lifted the back of your wrist up to wipe it away. Nobody said anything for a little bit. Harry looked at you while you looked at anything but Harry. He was hoping maybe this didn’t have to end the way he feared it would. So as he stood there, silently waiting for you to speak up, he prayed that this was something you’d work past.

“You need to go. I want you to get your things and-and leave, please.”

Love In The Dark by Adele

Harry ; This is never ending we have been here before.

It was starting to become a repetitive cycle. Every interaction between you two turned into a huge blow out, each of you trying to scream over the other to get your point across. It was similar to all the other fights this week, resembling the same rut the relationship had been stuck in for weeks. This time, though, it had gotten a little more heated. Harry’s neck vein was bulging and his body tensed as his voice boomed over yours. An angry Harry was a rather frightening one, because his temper would usually get the best of him. And as your face reddened and Harry’s breathing became shaky, you assumed it would turn into the messy make-up sex it typically ended in. Not this time. This time it had an extremely different conclusion. Harry’s face became less aggressive and more serious as his voice grew solemn. “This isn’t working anymore.”

Niall ; It feels like we’re oceans apart, there’s so much space between us.

Distance had never been a problem for either of you. He would jet off around the world, be it only 50 miles away or 5,000. Though it would sting, you’d be able to endure however many months. But there was no distance more painful than this one. The type of distance where he was sitting right next to you, but he was a thousand miles away. It was nearing two months since he’d been home, to stay, for a while. And after all the months he’d been gone, all the time spent away from you, he had never felt further from your reach then he did right now. Right now, as his arm was lazily draped over you at the table with all his lads. It was taking every fiber in your being to withhold composure, the past couple of weeks holding nothing but emptiness was beginning to build. The last straw was the blatant disregard towards your input in his conversation. Completely ignored. This was it, you’d had enough. “If you’ll excuse me, I think I’m just gonna leave.”

Liam ; Please don’t fall apart, I can’t face your breaking heart.

“I wanna fix it (Y/N). Please, let me fix it.” The sound of his voice was so unbearably painful. You couldn’t even find the courage to turn around to face him. What a coward you were. You were a lousy piece of shit to shatter his heart, and you were even lousier because you didn’t have the balls to look him in the eyes. But the attention was too much, and it wasn’t fair. The fans, the constant cameras shoved in your face, the invasive questions and disregard for your privacy. The only logical thing, in your mind, was to leave. And you were doing just that. But God, was Liam putting up the fight of his life. If he had any stability in his life, you were most definitely at the top of the list. You could hear him crumbling, the cracks and distress in his voice causing your stomach to turn. His arm went out to grab your wrist, trying to restrain you from fleeing. “Liam, please don’t do this.” His grip loosened, allowing you to slide the bag from the bed and onto the floor. You were about to leave it all behind, and even then you couldn’t muster up the courage to face a broken Liam.

Louis ; Please stay where you are, don’t come any closer.

You didn’t know whether to cry or scream. Louis sat opposite from you on the coffee table, knees bouncing up and down out of nervousness as he bit his nails. You refused to let him sit beside you, wouldn’t even let him put his hands on your legs or even get too close for that matter. You, however, were still as stone. Every word got caught in your throat as your entire body froze. Speechless, you were speechless. Until you could collect your thoughts, you purposely averted Louis’ eyes. They were frantic, studying your body for some, or even any, type of reaction or feeling. But to no avail, there was nothing. The second you lifted your gaze, meeting Louis’, a small leap of faith was ignited. “A baby?” Louis frowned at your shaky words, sighing before nodding his head to confirm your question. The fact Louis knocked up some chick within the small window of time you two “took time apart” was blood curdling. He had repeated himself several times, and you still couldn’t seem to digest the news. “(Y/N), love, I know it’s kind of a shit show right now, yeah? But we can get through it, we can try to-” “I-I don’t think that I can, Louis.”

“I-I don’t think that I can Louis.“

Niall ; He was a fucking moron. How did he think he'd get on with it for this long? He should have just politely declined the picture. But how? He would've felt awful. "You've got a scratch on your collarbone, Niall!" One girl shouted. "No you fuckin idiot, it's a hickey! He's got several of them, look!" The other insisted, her hand flailing to point all of them out. Niall's stomach dropped as all the girls gawked at the love bites you had "unintentionally" left along his collarbone. Niall's cheeks tinted to a pinker shade as he went to button up his white shirt all the way to the top knot. Not that it helped any. "No no, it's not! Stop! I got in a fight and I lost. It was terrible, I'm a shit fighter. Delete these pictures, don't tell your moms!"

Harry ; The second the picture came on the screen he knew he was in deep shit. There was definitely no escaping this one. "You see, I've always been very found of erm, cats. Yeah, and I got in a bit of a tussle with one a few days ago. Likes to scratch, s'why I have all the marks there you see. A rather aggressive lad, quite rowdy." He explains slowly, fooling himself into thinking he made sense. "Right, a screamer to yeah, mate?" Louis interjects, causing a red faced Harry to quickly dismiss the subject.

Louis ; It was a stare down. The interviewer was staring dead on at him, while Louis returned the favor by narrowing his eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about." Louis huffed, crossing his legs and placing his hands on his knees. But he did. He knew exactly what he was talking about. They were everywhere, and Lou had tried to desperately to cover them. It turned to shit, because the makeup didn't cover jack. A smug look crept on Louis' face as the interviewer rolled his eyes. "You mean to tell me that I'm imagining several of the biggest, most obvious hickeys lining your neck and jaw?" The boys snickered half heartedly as Louis only raised his brows, peeking down at his chest before nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders. "I fell. Must've been a nasty fall, huh?"

Liam ; This was by far the most awkward thing he'd ever experience. What a shit idea to take your family on holiday, and what even worse idea to.... "My god, what is that?" Your mum bellowed, her eyes falling to your backside. In a frantic attempt you tried wiggling the exposed parts of your bum into the bathing suit bottom. But to to no avail, she was already on you in a hot second. Her eyes widened as she studied your backside, causing your heart to fall your stomach while Liam's stopped beating. "Is that....is that a handprint?" Liam swallowed hard as your moms gaze shifted. Her stare flickered from your palm-print covered ass to Liam's bewildered eyes. She searched him momentarily for an answer, Liam surrendering almost immediately. "It's not-like it isn't-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry it was her idea. I'm sorry really I am."