Mummy Direction (One Direction 6th Member)

Baby Direction

I'm missing Liam a little much right now.

one direction wouldn't be one direction without a sense of mischief, right? this chapter's a bit fun.

I hope you all will like this!

Happy reading, everyone!

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The shared flat was unusually lively, even by One Direction standards. It started as a quiet afternoon: Louis and Niall were rummaging through the kitchen, debating what snacks to make, while Y/N sat on the couch, absently scrolling through her phone when out of nowhere she started laughing uncontrollably.

"What's got you in stitches?" Louis suddenly called from the kitchen, emerging with a packet of crisps in one hand and a can of soda in the other. He walked over to the couch, intrigued by Y/N's burst of laughter. 

Y/N wiped tears from her eyes as she tried to speak through her giggles. "Louis... oh my God... you have to see this!" She held her phone out, still laughing too hard to explain. Louis leaned over, balancing the snacks, and took the phone, scanning the screen with interest. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "No way. This is brilliant." He tried to stifle his laughter.

"What's going on?" Niall called from the doorway, curious after hearing the commotion. He walked over with a sandwich in hand, grabbing Y/N's phone without hesitation and reading aloud. "Y/N spotted with a glow: fans speculate she's pregnant, with none other than Liam Payne as the father."

The room fell silent for a beat as Louis and Y/N stared at each other. Then, they both broke into uncontrollable laughter at its absurdity. Niall raised an eyebrow, half-amused, half-disbelieving. "Pregnant? And Liam's the dad? Really? They're running wild with this one."

Louis shrugged dramatically, grinning. "Well, to be fair, you two are Mummy and Daddy Direction." He leaned back on the couch, still chuckling.

"Oh, please," Y/N groaned, rolling her eyes but still clearly entertained. "That doesn't mean we're expecting a baby!" She shot Louis a pointed look, emphasizing how ridiculous the idea was.

"Wait," Niall said, suddenly distracted by more tweets. His eyes widened. "There's a whole thread analyzing your outfits. Look at this—they're calling your baggy jumper a 'strategic choice.'" Y/N's laughter picked up again. "Strategic? I wore that because it was freezing outside!" she said, wiping away another tear of laughter.

"What's all this noise?" Harry's voice rang out as he strolled in, followed by Liam and Zayn, both looking curious about the commotion. They stopped short when they saw the group gathered around, waiting for an explanation.

"Y/N's pregnant," Louis announced with a dramatic wave of his hand, enjoying the reaction he was about to provoke. The three boys froze, eyes widening as they processed the news.

Harry blinked a few times, clearly struggling to make sense of what Louis had just said. "What? Pregnant?" he repeated, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"Yep, Harry. You heard it right," Y/N confirmed nonchalantly, though her voice betrayed her amusement. She placed a hand over her stomach as if it were already a bump, maintaining a completely serious expression—except for the gleam of mischief in her eyes. "I'm pregnant," she added, putting on dramatic flair as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

The three boys stood motionless, unsure how to respond. Niall quickly recovered, his grin widening as he leaned forward conspiratorially. "And guess who the father is," he said, pointing dramatically at Liam, who was still processing what was going on.

Liam's face turned pale. "Me?" he asked, voice cracking slightly. His hand pointed to his own chest as though confirming that Y/N wasn't talking about someone else. "What?! But we didn't— I mean, we didn't..." He stammered, completely taken aback, looking at Y/N, baffled by the news.