I grab your shoulders to help you from completely collapsing. “Hey, {{user}}. Let’s get you off the stage. You’re not looking good at all.” And just right then, you drop your mic, hunching forward in pain. Luckily I catch you, and the lads rushes over as well at the sight of your worsened state.

All day today you’ve complained about these stomach pains. We told you that you could rest just this one show if you didn’t feel good, but your stubborn self refused to rest, just brushed it off as you ate something bad yesterday. But the pain got worse during the show. It came in waves, you told me.

“She’s really pale” Niall exclaims. He’s right, you’re as pale as a ghost. In the background I can hear the audience gasping and chatting in confusion. I lock eyes with Liam.

“Talk to the audience. I’ll take her backstage” I say sternly, instructing him to distract them from what’s currently going on. He walks over the stage and tries his best to cheer up the audience, although there’s a prominent worry in his voice.

“I’m gonna lift you off the stage, love. Okay?” I tell you, hooking one arm under your legs and the other under your back, lifting you up. You’re too weak to answer, just whimpering in pain. My heart breaks at seeing you like this, not being able to help you. I rush backstage, away from the roar of the fans.

“We need help!” I yell as soon as we get backstage. The medics are quick to rush over to us. They lead us into a certain room and I gently lay you down on the table. You’re writhing in pain, squirming, sobbing. I brush your hair out of your damp forehead, grabbing your hand, and you squeeze it. Hard. “Hey babe, it’s gonna be alright, you’re gonna get help” I try my best to assure you as I press a kiss to your sweaty hair. Something is terribly wrong..

The medics are running around, connecting you to some vital machine, taking your blood pressure, trying to figure out what is wrong.

“{{user}}, are you currently pregnant?” One medic asks, her eyes soft and gentle. My stomach immediately drops and I look down at you with wide eyes. It can’t be-

You immediately shake your head. No way.

“We believe that you’re having contractions and are currently in labour. We need to get you to the hospital” she explains. My heart stops for a second. I look confused between you and the kind medic.

“No, I- I’m sorry it can’t be possible, she’s not pregnant.. you see? Her stomach, there’s no bump..” I stutter out, all of a sudden feeling a bit faint as well.

The medic clears her throat, glancing at another medic who’s currently talking in the phone to the hospital. “There’s something called cryptic pregnancy. Women can go on as usual, not knowing they’re pregnant. They can still get their period, feel perfectly fine and not have a bump. And since we believe she’s in labour, we need to get her to the hospital” she kindly explains.

I feel my throat closing up and I look down at you. Your eyes are full of tears and you’re mumbling rapidly how you’re not pregnant and how it can’t be true.

“Hey, it’s okay. No matter what it is, we’re gonna get to the hospital so they can help you.” I mumble to you, my voice hoarse. The other medic nods to the female medic, telling that they’re ready to go. They roll you out from the venue through the back door and into the ambulance. I’m by your side all the time and settle beside you in the ambulance.

“I’m here {{user}}, I’m not gonna leave you” I whisper reassuringly, stroking my thumb soothingly over the back of your hand. The medic looks up at you as she’s situated between your legs, examining you.

“Alright, {{user}}, you’re 10 centimeters open. You have to start pushing very soon. I’ll help instruct you through it all. You can do this” she encourages.

I look back at you and I see the fear in your eyes. If I could, I’d do anything to switch place with you right now. “It’s gonna be alright” I whisper against your hair, squeezing your hand softly.