Your daughter is pregnant
Louis- you and your daughter had already talked and you knew she was pregnant but she's 18 that's still kind of young. So the hard part about this is telling Louis, the overprotective dad that had a bitch fit when she had her first kiss. You had finally gotten your husband in the living room and your daughter came home and saw. She next to you and you both were sitting in front of him and he looked terrified.
"Dad,"
"What..." He said carrying out the word.
"How would you feel about having another baby in your life?" She asked. Louis quickly looked at you with wide eyes.
"Are you pregnant?!?" He yelled. You laughed a bit.
"Not me, her." You pointed to your daughter and she lightly smiled. He fell back on the couch an sighed in relief.
"Oh thank god." After a few seconds of silence he jumped up again.
"What?!? How can you be pregnant?!? You don't even know what sex is!!" After a long competition between your daughter and Louis on who knew more about sex you walked outside and decided to go baby clothes shopping.
Harry- you were sitting in your bedroom watching tv when Harry stormed in.
"HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN!" He yelled.
"What?"
"I JUST DON'T GET IT!" He collapsed next to you face down and you played with his curls.
"Harry, what's wrong?" You asked concerned.
"My baby girl, my baby Darcy. I taught her everything she's my baby and she's having a baby."
"Harry you're- WAIT WHAT?!?" You said shocked.
"Yup that little girl that thought boys had cooties fucked one!" He said now sitting up.
"Well where is she?" You asked. Harry looked confused and then looked around.
" you know that is a very good question." You slapped his arm.
"HARRY! This is why she's pregnant." You yelled.
"Well this doesn't have to be all bad." He said.
"What are you talking about?" You asked.
"If its a boy, you do whatever I say for a month with no complaining." He said.
"And if its a girl," I continued, "no sex for two months." I smirked.
"THAT'S SO LONG!!" He complained.
"Get over it grandpa!" You said. He pulled you on his waist and kissed you laughing.
Niall- Niall had always let your daughter be free and independent... Unless it was about boys. Then WW3 was about I happen. So when your daughter and her boyfriend walked up to him hand in hand you were a bit scared. He was watching a football game though so he didn't notice. The couple stood in front of him so he was unable to see the tv. He sat up and groaned knowing something was up.
"Alright you two, what's up?" He asked. Your daughter had decided to hint at the fact she was pregnant.
"Daddy, there's a bun in the oven." SHe said he just stared at her confused.
"Call me daddy." Her boyfriend said but Niall still wasn't catching on.
"I need a crib." She said.
"I'm not following..." Niall said. You walked over to Niall and sat in his lap.
"Niall, You. Are. Going. To. Be. A. Grandpa." You said slowly. And to your surprise he actually passed out.
Zayn- your daughter walked in the room with her boyfriend. She was crying so automatically Zayn jumped up to comfort her.
"Baby, what's wrong?" He cooed.
"Ummm, sir..." Her boyfriend started to say but it's no secret that Zayn is very intimidating.
"What is it boy!"
"She's uhh... Pregnant." He mumbled. Zayn turned from comforting to pissed in seconds.
"YOU FUCKED MY DAUGHTER!! YOU'VE BARELY BEEN DATING FOR A MONTH!!" He screamed he lowered his voice to his daughter.
"Did he pressure you sweetheart?" She shook her head and tried to calm her father down.
Liam- as soon as your daughter told him that she was pregnant he assured that him and her boyfriend would be there for her. Little did he know that your daughter's boyfriend broke up with her when she told him.
"Baby girl, where's my shotgun?" He asked.
(H- Liam
D- Daughter)
D- why
H- I just want to talk to him
D- daddy what are you-
H- I just want to talk to him
D- but dad
H- I just want to talk to him
D- I don't want you-
H- I just want to talk to him
after a long conversation like this Liam finally calmed down and let his daughter be.
