One Direction Preferences

Pregnancy.

Louis- You found out about it the morning before he'd be leaving for tour, and panic overtook you. Louis is going to be going around the world now, and you won't be seeing him for two months. A lot happens in two months, especially during pregnancy. And what if your doctor tells you that you can't fly when the two months are finally over? Then you'll have to wait until Louis comes back here, and that's not for another six months. You'll be huge in six months, Louis' isn't going to want that. He's going to find some skinny girl in Australia, or some fit girl in America, he's going to find someone somewhere that's going to be much better looking than you will be. And if he does come when six months are up, what is he going to say about your stomach? You don't even know if Louis wants a kid now, or if he wanted one with you. Your paranoia takes over so you text him, telling him you need him home. "(Y/N)? Where are you babe, you said you needed to talk?" You hear him as he walks inside your flat. "In the bedroom." You call, your voice feeling as tiny as the new life growing inside of you. "(Y/N)? What's wrong, why did you need me home right away?" He asks, sitting at the end of the bed so he's facing you. "We need to talk." You say slowly, twiddling with your fingers as your nerves are through the roof right now. "You're not breaking up with me, are you?" He laughs jokingly, trying to make you laugh so he knows everything will be okay, but when you don't even crack a smile he grows very anxious. "Louis, I'm pregnant." You tell him, a tear escaping your eye as you fear his reaction. "And I'm sorry, I didn't plan this and I don't know what to do! You're not going to be here and I've never done this before and you're going to meet better prettier girls while I'm back here getting fat and-" Louis cuts you off, pushing his lips against yours and pulling back with a gleam of excitement in his eyes. "You're pregnant? We're going to be parents? Don't be sorry, this is great! Nobodies going to replace you, nobody ever was but now, now we're going to be parents together! This is great (Y/N)!"  He says, a smile on his face. "You're not going to leave me for somebody in Canada, or someone in Australia or anywhere else who isn't just getting fat?" You ask him, needing reassurance that you're going to do this together. "Of course not! You're not here getting fat, you're going to be supporting a baby, our baby! Do you think it's a boy or girl? What if it's triplets? Or twins? (Y/N) are we having twins!?" He asks, his excitement rising with every word. "I think it's a little too soon to tell Lou, just a little." You laugh, finally taking joy in the fact that you and Louis are going to be parents, you're actually going to be having a baby together.

Liam- Five months, five long months of food cravings and back cramps, five months of anticipation building up but now, now you finally get to find out if you're housing a baby boy or girl. You and Liam started expecting just weeks after your honeymoon, and the joy of being newlyweds and expecting a child is an overwhelming rush of excitement. You're in your bedroom getting dressed while Liam waits impatiently downstairs, sitting on his phone trying to find out if their was a way he could find out whether you were having a boy or girl instead of waiting for the doctor to do it. Unsuccessful, he groans your name out one more time before you head downstairs, wearing sweatpants and a navy blue t-shirt, annoyed at how you looked in the pink one you wanted to wear. "Are you ready to go?" Liam asks, shooting up from his seat on the couch. "Yeah, but you're getting me coffee when the appointments over."You mumble, running a hand through your hair and looking at yourself in the camera of your phone letting out an unsatisfied groan. "What's wrong babe?" Liam asks, grabbing his keys from the coffee table before walking over to you and grabbing your hands. "I look like a mess." You groan again, putting your head on his chest. "No you don't, you look amazing. Just as amazing as you did on our wedding day, and just as amazing as you looked on our wedding night, and on the night I proposed, and on the first day I met you. You're still as gorgeous as you were then, if not more gorgeous because you're carrying our baby girl or boy." He says, lifting your head from his chest and tilting your head so he could press a kiss to your lips. "Now, don't you want to go find out what you're holding for us? Don't you want to know if you're carrying a little girl or boy?" He asks, playing with your hair. "Yeah, let's go." You say, letting go of him before you both leave the house and get into his car. Once at the doctor's, you're told lay on the examination chair while they put gel on your stomach. "This stuff is so cold." You mumble, looking over at Liam in the chair next to you. "It's just a little cold now, you'll forget about it when we see the baby." Liam smiles, kissing your hand he is holding. A few minutes later the doctor walks in and the nurse walks out, and the excitement from both you and Liam is clear. "So, what do you guys think it is? Any guesses?" The doctor asks, moving the stick that looks at your baby around your stomach. "I have no guesses, I just really want to know." You say, Liam nodding in agreement. "Well, it looks like you're having a boy. Congratulations, he looks healthy and seems to be pretty calm right now, that must be a nice break for (Y/N)." The doctor smiles, printing the images of yours and Liam's baby boy before leaving you two to look at the pictures. "A boy." You smile, a tear rolling down your cheek. "I always wanted to have a boy first." You say, looking at Liam and seeing his huge smile looking at you with pure joy written all over his face. "I did too."