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5. New Born Baby

Harry: He held her so carefully, her tiny body swaddled and pressed to his chest. Laying tiredly in your hospital bed, you tilt your head to smile sweetly at the site in front of you. Harry sat with your baby girl, holding her for the first time and completely mesmerized. His big hands held onto her so tightly, so protectively, as if he was afraid that she'd disappear at any moment. "She's so small..." He trailed off, lightly tapping her little button nose. Suddenly she let's out a big yawn, and Harry's eyes go wide. "Oh goodness." He smiles down at her, watching as her fingers curled and uncurled. Harry let's his hand come up and gently smooth down her mousy brown hair. "You're just so precious." He sighs, earning a small giggle from you. "I'm going to have my work cut out for me, fighting off all the boys, huh?" He smiles up at you, a cheeky grin on his face. "Though she's not dating until shes thirty." He say's in a serious tone, making you laugh once more. "You have so much to learn, my darling girl, and I will be there every step of the way." You smile sweetly at the two, watching as the loves of your life bond indefinitely.

Louis: "Ahhhboo. Ahhboo." Louis sat next to your hospital bed, holding his new son, who was staring up at him with his large blue eyes as Louis continued to make silly noises. "Lou, he's a day old. He's not going to laugh at your goofy faces." You laughed, watching as Louis shrugged his shoulders at you. "He might. I am hilarious." He says matter-o-factually, turning back to your little boy. Suddenly, the new baby in Louis arms begins to squirm. Louis' eyes go large as he begins to panic, having not yet experienced your son's crying. Louis looks to you, cradling the tiny boy with both arms. "You're alright. You haven't broken him. Just try and calm him down." You reassure, watching as Louis looked back down at the little boy and begin to sway him lightly. When your little boys cries only get louder, Louis panics once more. Pacing the room with his wailing son, Louis begins to make silly faces once more, adding his goofy noises. Suddenly, your little boy calms, and his little quivering lips curl upward into the tiniest, cutest little smile Louis had ever seen. "Oh babe, babe look." He leans your little boy forward, letting you see his bright and smiling face. "Yup. I am hilarious."

Liam: "Li, he's fine. They're just getting him situated." You sighed, trying to get Liam to stop pacing your hospital room. You had just gone through nearly twelve hours of child birth, and you were tired. As much as you wanted to continue to hold your son, you knew he needed to be taken by a nurse for a regular check up, and you didn't mind one bit. Liam on the other hand was nervous as. "What if something's wrong? They've had him for a while now. What if-" You put a hand up to stop Liam from continuing, and stressing himself out even more. "Liam, be happy they're helping, soon we will be home and we won't have the extra nurses to help take care of him." You chuckled lightly, wincing a bit due to your soreness. Liam's eyes softened and he finally stopped pacing the room. Coming over to the side of your bed, he takes your hand and sits down next to you. "I am so proud of you." He says, barley audible. You nuzzle into his hand as he cups your cheek gently. Just as Liam kisses you on the forehead, the door creaks open and a nurse rolls in your little boy in his bassinet. Liam thanks the nurse and gently takes the tiny bub into his toned arms. "I can't believe he's here. He's actually here (Y/N), we're actually parents." You look down at the little boy in his arms, smiling. He looked so much like Liam, but with your nose for certain. He had Liam's wispy brown locks, and his pink little lips. "He looks just like his father." You nudge Liam, earning a smile as he looks over the newborn once more, as if to see the resemblance. "My boy." Liam gleams.

Niall: "Ni?" You look up for the first time since your little girl was placed on your chest. Pink lips, pale skin, and a full head of soft brown hair, just like her father as a bub. She was an hour old, but you and Niall were already so in love. Niall is seated in the chair next to your bed, his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped together, placed under his chin. He watched as you and your baby girl bonded, keeping quiet as he took in every single one of her features. His eyes meet yours, looking away from his little for the first time since she arrived. "Hm?" He mumbles softly, afraid to wake the sleeping bub. "You wanna hold?" You ask sweetly, feeling guilty Niall hasn't had a chance to hold his daughter yet. Niall seems more alert now, the reality of your words hitting him hard. He was unsure how to answer, of course wanting to hold his baby girl, just utterly confused and terribly scared. Before Niall says a word you sit up straight and lean over to place the little girl in his arms. "Wait, babe, wait..." You stop just as you're ready to hand her over. Niall looks at you nervously, his blue eyes wide as saucers. "What if I wake her up? What if she cries, and I don't know... what if she doesn't like me?" He mumbles quietly, so uncertain of his own instincts. You smile halfheartedly, already knowing the answer to every question he asked. Without saying a word, you place your baby girl into Niall's arms. He looks down at the sleeping bub, his eyes watering as he feels what it's like to be a father for the first time. She's quiet in her daddy's arms, sucking in her tiny bottom lip with every breath she took. The sight nearly made Niall's heart melt, and when she stirred just ever so slightly, Niall was sure his heart skipped a beat. He watched her carefully, as her podgy fist clenched and unclenched. "She loves you, Ni." You whisper, watching father and daughter have their first moment.

Zayn: Throughout your entire pregnancy, Zayn and you had argued non stop. Not about names, or gender guesses, but who your baby would come out looking like more. Zayn told you repeatedly, that every female and male in his family all share two of the same traits – dark hair and dark eyes. But you were resistant, insisting that your baby had a definite chance of having lighter features. When the time came, and you had finished nearly twenty hours in labor, you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, who had a head full of dark brown hair, and tanned skin, just like her father. You couldn't care less about the carry on that you and Zayn dragged on for nearly nine months. She was perfect either way. "I hate to say this, and I know you just spent about twenty hours in labor, and I am so proud of you for that by the way, but honestly, I told you so." He snickered, watching you stroke the little girls face, tucking her soft locks behind her tiny ear. You didn't bother to look up at Zayn, you were too mesmerized by the little girl in your arms. "Mhm." You mumbled, finally tearing your eyes away and looking up to Zayn. He had the biggest smile on his face, as if he had the whole world in his hands. "Come here and hold her." You whisper, urging Zayn to take the little girl from your arms. When he did, he couldn't hold back the tears. "She's so tiny..." He whispered, his big hands cradling her gently. Zayn smiles to himself once more, taking in every single one of his daughters features. "She looks just like me." He beamed, half stunned that he was holding new life that resembled him so much, and half willing to hold that over you for the rest of your life.