Forever Yours **Niam Horayne AU Mpreg**

Niall's POV

  "LIAM JAMES FUCKING PAYNE! GET THESE LITTLE SHITS OUT OF ME! " I screamed as I clutched the shirt that covered his chest.

  I felt Liam wince as he pried away my shaky fingers.  "Beautiful, I know it hurts, but I need you to take deep breaths. With me," He cooed before taking a calming breath, demonstrating. 

  I figured it was my best option so I took a deep breath. It helped but I could still feel water going down my legs and onto the floor. Gross.

  After a few pants, I spoke. "Okay, I'm calm. But, um, can you get me to a hospital?  Kinda in the middle of labor with your  children..." I trailed off awkwardly. 

  "LIAM! GET YOUR SHOCKED ARSE UP AND DRIVE YOUR BABY DADDY TO THE HOSPITAL! " Perrie screamed, jumping up from her place on Zayn's lap.

  "Yeah! My niece and nephew are in there and demand to be let out!" Louis sassed, grabbing Harry's hand and running out the door. 

  "We'll meet you at the hospital! " Harry called, halfway down the hallway.

  "Oh, god!" I groaned, grabbing my aching stomach as a contraction hit. I vaguely heard Zayn yell.

"Dude! We have to get him to the hospital! " That seemed to snap whatever trance he was in. Liam sprung into action by running down the hall, I assume to grab the over night bag that I had packed just in case. Thinking back,  I am really happy I did.

  A few seconds later, a flustered Liam came back with a duffel bag and car keys. He quickly ran to me and placed a guiding hand at the small of my back.

  He started leding me to the still-open frony door. "Remember your deep breaths, baby, " Liam reminded me. I nodded and let him walk me to the car.

   We quickly hopped in -well, as fast as a person in labor can go- and we were off. 

  "BREAK THE GOD DAMN SPEED LIMIT! ONE OF THE FUCKING LEGS ARE KICKING MY DIGESTIVE SYSTEM!!" I bellowed out through yet another contraction. When the hell will these damn things end?!

   Liam stepped on the accelerator and I saw the houses and business bulidings whiz by. But at this point, I don't care. 

   We were at the hospital in tem minutes flat.  We parked but Liam didn't hesitate to shut the car off and jump out, run to my side and get me out as fast as he humanly could. 

   "Hi, how may I help you gentlemen? " The lady at the reception desk asked with a friendly smile.

  I screamed amd clutched my stomach. Yet another contraction. 

  "Hello. My fiancé, Niall Horan, went into labor," Liam rushed out.

  The nurses eyes widened and she ordered for a wheel chair. A young looking nurse came rushing out, pushing a wheel chair at the speed of light in front of her. 

  Liam pushed me gently in the chair and I wrapped my shaking hands around the armrests. It was a weak attempt to soothe the pain that was rippling through my abdomen.

   "Hey. I'm Ashley.  I'm going to be the nurse that delivers your babies. Can you tell me on a scale from one to ten on how much pain you're in?" She questioned and I wanted to rip her brown hair on.

  "Tell me something; if you had two babies ripping your insides out, how much pain would you be in?" I seethed.

 Ashley flushed with embarrassment and nodded in understanding.  She pushed me to a room and helped me put on my hospital gown. Ugh, I hated these things!