1. Close to Nothing *Finished*

Maisey-- the "weakling". The quiet one. The one everyone leaves out. The one no one understands. The one often called "loner" or "wimp". The one that does all that she can to understand others, but just can't. The one that finally meets the guy of her dreams, but there's no way he'll ever be into her.
Maisey... The one who has close to nothing to live for. But only one person can change that. But first, he'll have to notice her. Or maybe... she'll have to notice HIM.

(Warning: some scenes that may not be appropriate for readers younger than 13-15 years old. Reader discretion advised.)

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15. The First Signs

Maisey's POV

"Wake up, beautiful," Harry's raspy voice neared my ear. "It's the last day of tour."

"Ugh," I groaned. "Can we get Starbucks or something? I'm just not feeling it today."

"Morning sickness, eh?" 

I nodded with a frown, sitting up, "I feel like if I talk too much, I'll vomit all over you."

"Oh, the joys of pregnancy," Harry chuckled, kissing my mouth.

"Er, excuse me," I struggled to close my mouth as bile stung the back of my throat and I rushed to the bathroom. 

"I'll be waiting outside," he called to me. I could hear the tinge of guilt in his voice that I often noticed when I went through pregnancy pains or morning sickness. Like, he blamed himself for my struggled with the baby. 

I quickly undressed and pulled on some high-waisted shorts, tucking a mint green tank top into the waistband. I chose a pair of sandals and fixed my hair into a messy top-knot. Makeup wasn't really an option right now, because we were already running late.

"Ready?" Harry gave me a half smile as I walked out of the hotel suite. I nodded, fixing the purse strap on my shoulder. Clothes just continued to get more and more uncomfortable. I had about 4 months left now that tour was almost over. My whole body just ached and was increasingly hard to move around. I felt like I constantly had someone pushing my back and waist as the weight of my belly grew. 

The drive on the tour bus was longer than ever. We were now in Houston, and the heat was unbearable. The air conditioner was on full-blast, and the smell of sweat hung in the atmosphere of the bus. 

"Ouch," I winced as a rather sharp pain began in my abdomen. 

"You all-right, babe?" Harry grasped my shoulders, looking into my eyes. 

"Er, yeah," I bit my lip. "Just a little sore, that's all." I took a sip of my coffee from Starbucks, leaning back against the sofa. 

"How far along are you?" Perrie asked, brow furrowed. 

"Just started my second trimester," I replied.

"Hm," she tapped a finger to her lips, relaxing for second. I couldn't help but notice that she was thinking, concerned over something. 

 

Once we arrived at the event center, the fans were immediately mobbing the bus. Harry immediately looked to me, giving a weak smile.

"Stay close to me," he said, gesturing towards me. I nodded, following him out of the bus. 

"It's Maisey!" one girl yelled, pointing at me. 

"Can I have a picture of you two?" a sweet teenage girl with short brown her asked, holding out her camera. Harry glanced at me nervously, as if asking permission. I smiled, given the thought that the fan wasn't insulting me.

"Of course," I replied, putting an arm around Harry. As we prepared ourselves for the photo, I was surprised with Harry placed a hand on my belly, and another on my waist. I leaned my head into him, taking in his smell. 

"Smile!" the girl chirped. I felt the dimples in my cheeks fold as I grinned. I felt so happy to know that there were actually fans that supported me... for me. For the baby. For Harry and I's relationship. "Perfect!" she stared at her camera in awe, "I ship Haisey!" She made an infinity sign with her fingers. 

"Oh, I do, too!" another called out.

"And me!"

"They are perf-to-the-perf!" a silly girl stated, waving her hand in a sassy way. I giggled as Harry squeezed my hip.

"See?" he whispered. "They love you."

I smiled, signing a couple autographs. 

Harry's POV

After the fans greeted Maisey warmly, I had a pretty good feeling about the concert's start. After Lou did my makeup, I immediately met Maisey in the dressing room. She seemed a little bit distraught, which confused me. So far, the run with the fans had been a good one-- why would she be stressed?

"Are you doing okay?" I asked her, sitting next to her on the sofa. 

"I'm just in more pain than usual," she groaned, laying down and putting her head on my lap. I stroked her temple with my index finger, making her close her eyes. "Hazel's a stubborn one." she chuckled.

"We should go get an ultrasound soon," I offered. "It's been a while since your last appointment."

"Yeah," she nodded a little. "Sounds good."

"Harry, you're on in five," the director peeked in, quickly shutting the door. Maisey sat up, wrapping her arms around me.

"Knock 'em dead, babe," she rocked me back and forth, pressing her face into my chest. I tilted her chin up, crashing my lips to hers. 

"I will," I whispered, reluctantly letting her go as I turned to leave. 

"Tell them her name," she stopped me. I turned to her in disbelief. "They deserve to know." My eyes widened a little, not believing what she was saying. "I'll be okay." she promised, giving me a half smile.

"Alright," I grinned. "I will."

 

The Houston crowd was enormous; screams of fangirls, deafening. The whole thing went smoothly as we answered Twitter questions and requests, until one in particular appeared.

 

@TXgirl95

Harry--

Tell us the name of the baby!!!!!

-Claire and Jamie Row 65 Seats 14-15

I glanced at Louis with a smirk, who nodded. I licked my lips, holding the mic to my mouth.

"Do you lot really want to know?" I asked sarcastically. The whole crowd erupted in happy screams. "Alright, fine, fine!" I raised my hands in surrender. "Drumroll, please?" I glanced back at Josh, the drummer, who winked and began tapping the snare with his mallets. 

"The name of the Styles' first baby is..." Niall said in his 'announcer's voice'. 

"Hazel Lillianne Styles," I completed, trying to keep my face from growing red. "She won't be here for another four months, but we're almost positive it's a girl." A bunch of 'aw's' rang out in the crowd. I spotted Maisey, winking at her. She laughed, rubbing her belly. Eleanor clapped a hand to her mouth, gasping at the name.

"What do you guys think?" I asked the crowd, opening my arms to signal all of them. They all applauded, laughing and smiling. "I'm glad." I said, turning to Liam, so that he knew I was done talking. 

"Good night, Houston!" we all called out, reaching our hands out to everyone. I simply could not wait for Hazel. I could not wait to become a father.

 

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