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“It’s okay, babe. You can do this. We’ve been preparing for this.” Harry guided, breathing with me. He had a hold of my hand, smoothing my hair back away from my face.
“Don’t fucking tell me I can do this! I’m going into fucking labor, Harold!” I yelled, throwing my head back against the limo seat. The next contraction that came was worse than the first one, and I’m not afraid to admit, I screamed.
“Fuck you, Harry! Fuck you for doing this to me!”
“Louis, babe, you have to stay calm until we get to the hospital. It could be bad on the baby.” Harry advised, stroking my hand with his thumb. He looked over at our three best friends and band mates, sighing.
“Can we do anything?” Liam asked, afraid of my reaction.
“You can sit there,” I warned, lifting my head to glare at him. “And be quiet. You’re not nine months pregnant, and going into labor. You have no idea how bad this fucking hurts, and it’s all Harry’s fault because he can't wrap his dick!”
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Or, Harry and Louis are dating. They're in One Direction. They fuck and Louis gets pregnant. This is their journey from start to finish.