Niall's POV
"Welcome class, today we're going to start a new section in this chapter. Today we will be on the topic of male pregnancies." The teacher says sounding excited. I get out my book, and turn to the page number that is written on the chalkboard behind the teacher.
"Oh, so we are learning how Niall got pregnant, this should be interesting." Kyle says from across the room. I look up at him, and notice that he is staring at me with an evil smirk on his face. I ignore the people who laugh with him.
"I'm not pregnant, Kyle." I whisper, barely audible. I feel my cheeks heat up as I notice everyone is staring at me.
"Who is that little boy you are always with?" He asks, somehow hearing what I said.
"He's my brother-"
"That's enough, both of you. Get out your books, if you haven't already." Mrs. Jones interrupts me. She looks down at the book, and begins to read. "You probably think it's impossible for a man to get pregnant, right? Recently scientists have discovered that it is possible, even though there has only ever been one reported case of it. There are a few different ways that I man can get pregnant. The first way is a mental condition where the man isn't actually pregnant, it's all up in his head. They experience all of the symptoms of being pregnant, but they aren't. This problem can be resolved by talking with a psychiatrist. Another way is through sexual reproduction, male and female. The pregnancy starts when one ovary cell is fecundated by a sperm cell. The cell travels along the Fallopian tube until it gets to the uterus, where it attaches on the uterine wall. After the implantation, the sperm cell starts growing, developing in an embryo. The embryo grows like in a pregnancy with a female, and the male experiences all the same symptoms of pregnancy."
I've never heard of a man being pregnant, and if it would ever happen, there would be ten different documentaries on this person.
I continue to zone out, thinking about what my children would look like if I ever got pregnant.
They would probably be very ugly considering the way I look.
Suddenly, my thoughts are interrupted by the teacher calling out my name. "Why is it necessary for the male to have a cesarean section before the cervix starts to dilate?" She asks me.
I skim through the paragraphs on the page, trying to find at least a word that sounds similar to whatever the heck she said. "Men don't have vaginas." I say with a disgusted look on my face. I ignore the snickers that come out of a few people's mouths as I hope that was the right answer.
"No, no, he's right." The teacher reassures me.
"Nerd." Kyle pretends to cough. I look up to see his best friend, Luke, not laughing with him like he usually always does.
"After birth, the male will develop breasts so he can nurse the newborn. The final way is also through sexual reproduction, but involving two men. There have been many reported cases of a man, who was formerly a female, having a child, but that's not what we're talking about. In this pregnancy, the man who was born a man is born with all of the female organs, making it possible for the man to carry the child. Once the child is ready to be born, the man will have to get a cesarean section because the male doesn't have a vaginal canal." She continues to read, but is interrupted by Kyle's question.
"Would the man get boobs?" Kyle asks actually interested in the subject for once.
"If you were paying attention, the male will develop breasts so he can nurse the newborn." Mrs. Jones answers his question. "Your test will be sometime next week, so I will give you the remainder of this period to study."
I put my book away, and quickly get out my science notebook. I turn to the page I last wrote my notes on, and begin memorizing the words. Suddenly, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around finding the teacher directly behind me.
"Sorry to interrupt you, Niall, I just have a quick question for you." She whispers, and kneels on the floor. "Do you know someone named Harry Styles?"
"Uh, yes...Why?" I ask confused.
"How is he doing?" She smiles at me, confusing me how she knows him.
"I don't know, honestly. I haven't talked to him for seven months. Do you know him or something?"
"Not personally, but I've heard him around...Everywhere, really." She smiles at me before getting interrupted.
"Mrs. Jones, I have a question about the test next week." Luke says, causing her to stand up from the floor.
"Thanks, Niall. What is your question?" Mrs. Jones says before walking away.
How does she know Harry?

Liam's POV
"Okay, Mr. Payne, have a seat." A women in a business suit says. I nod my head, and take a seat on the small chair. I watch as she closes one door before taking her seat behind the large desk in front of me. "After investigating for the past month, I have found no evidence to support the claim that you abuse your child. Just tell her to be more careful." She smiles at me.
"Thank you." I smile back at her before I get up to shake her hand.
"I only have one question." Her smile fades away, concerning me. "How old is Harry?" She asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Why does that matter?" I ask confused.
"I just want to know how old he is." She says with evil in her eyes .
"Can I have my child back?" I ask getting impatient.
"After you tell me how old Harry is."
"You did this yesterday, stop pushing this back. You said I could have my child, so you better give me my fucking child." I shout at her, clenching my fists.
She rolls her eyes at me before leaving the room to get my child. After five minutes, she returns with my child. "Wait here, Mikayla." She holds back my child, and forces her to wait in the doorway. I watch as she hands me a clipboard with a pen. "Sign this, and she's all yours." I take the clipboard, and quickly sign my name on the line. I set the clipboard on the lady's desk before getting tackled by Mikey.
"Daddy!" She squeals. I pick her up, and peck her cheek. "I missed you." She frowns at me.
"I missed you too-" I start before getting interrupted by the CPS lady.
"Get out." She opens the door, signalling for us to get out. I carry my child out of the room, and out of the building. I head for my car, and buckle her up in her car seat.
"Who wants to go out for ice cream?" I ask before closing the car door.
"Me!" She shouts happily. I laugh at the child as I open the door to the driver's seat. I quickly get in, buckle up, and close the door. I look back in my rear-view mirror, seeing Mikey's big smile on her face.
I did it, I got her back. I never want to lose her again.

Harry's POV
I close my eyes, trying to fight back the urge to puke again. I hold back a scream as the extreme pain in my stomach returns again. I open my eyes, and watch as the ceiling spirals around, the dizziness increases the urge. I somehow find the strength to sit up, and lean my head over the toilet to puke.
The smell of shit doesn't help.
I sigh, and wipe away the tears from my eyes. I inhale as I professionally fall onto my back. I breathe out heavily as the ground slams against my back. I close my eyes, hoping that it would help even just a little bit.
One more day, one more chance.
I let the words echo in my head as I continue to breathe in and out. Suddenly, a guard from the other side of the bars calls out my name. I open my eyes, watching him unlock the cell. "Visitor." He closes the door slightly behind him, and waits for me to get up. I sigh, and slowly get myself off of the floor. The guard holds out a hand, trying to help me up. We somehow manage to get me up from the floor before he cuffs my hands. The guard opens the cell door, and walks slowly so I can catch up to him. Eventually I arrive at the small room, and sit myself in the uncomfortable chair as the guard locks the door.
"Harry Styles." A deep voice lets out causing me to look up at him. I ignore the unfamiliar man, and place a hand on my stomach.
"Who are you?" I ask trying to act normal, despite the amount of pressure on my back and stomach.
"That doesn't matter, what matters is that you get out of here." The man whispers loud enough for me to hear. I look at the man confused with what he meant. He opens his mouth, trying to figure out what to say. He finally figures it out, and says quietly, "I'll see you after your trial on Friday."
"What are you talking about?" I sit up in my chair. I watch as the man gets up, and leaves the room without any warning. "What?" I whisper to myself, trying to figure out what he meant.
"Time to go back, Mr. Styles." The guard returns from the other side of the door to walk me back to my cell. I sit in the chair, speechless and confused. The guard comes over to me, and holds out his hand. I grab onto his hand, and pull myself up. He walks me back to the cell, and detaches the handcuffs from my hands. "That was a quick." The guard says before locking the cell door shut. I smile at the man awkwardly, and lay myself back down on the floor next to the toilet.

What. The. Fuck.

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