One Direction Mpreg One-Shots

Larry- I got the boy...She got the man

Louis just got married but not to Harry. Who has a baby. 

Harry's POV

Cayson was eating his porridge and I was reading the news paper when I saw it. The wedding announcement of Louis Tomlinson and Eleanor Calder. Apparently they are going to honeymoon somewhere in Jamaica. 

"Wow." I sigh shaking my head as tears welled up in my arms.

The two year old looks up at me. 

"Dada." He mumbles  

"M'fine Case, are you finished?" I ask motioning to his porridge with small cut up strawberries in it. 

"Yeah, Skoo?" He asks. He loves his preschool. 

"Mhm. Come on bud." I sigh getting up and grabbing him. I'm off today but I still bring him in, it gives me some incentive to do some house work. 

After I drop him off and get back home I look at the pictures on the wall by the door. There is three, the one on the left is a picture of Me and Cayson right after he was born. The one in the middle is my pregnancy picture It was taken when I was nine months pregnant and I was wearing no shirt and a pair of white maternity skinny jeans. In the current one that's up on my wall I was sitting in a rocking chair talking to my baby. The one on the right is the picture we got done professionally for Case's first birthday. 

Cayson is so much like Louis it's not even funny. The only thing he got from me is the wild mess of curls on his head. 

The story of how Cayson came to be is a little different than I would like but that's how it is. 

Louis and I were dating but I had gotten tired a lot and moody and it just wasn't good and neither of us knew why. So Louis took me to a doctor and we found out together that I was pregnant. We were both thrilled but Louis got this fancy ass job and started traveling a lot. I was four months pregnant when we decided to call it quits. We didn't even discuss custody agreements because we both knew that Louis wouldn't be home much. Cayson never met his other dad and he probably never will. 

I got the first Kiss and she'll get the last one. We were standing under the lamppost on sixth street. It was snowing out and it couldn't have been any more romantic. I had my foot pressed against the base of the lamp and his tiny hands were placed on my chest pressing me back against it. 

She got the future and I got the past. We would always, always take baths together every Friday night and it was always so sweet and romantic with bath bombs and roses in the tub. Just like the first time we had sex. It was our sixth month wedding anniversary. I got home from working at the bakarey to a candlelit dinner, a not very good one but at least he tried, And then he led me to the bedroom where watermelon candles were lit and rose petals were scattered across our bed. We had white sheets and a white comforter at the time and it contrasted with the dark wood of our headboard it was beautiful. 

I got the class ring, she got the diamond and a wedding band. He gave it to me when he went away for the first time. He said 'H, I don't want to leave but this could jump start my career.' 'I know.' i smiled back at him he wanted  me to remember him by something so he handed me his Docaster Secondary College class ring. It fit my pinky snugly but I still wore it. When we broke up he again said. 'I want you to remember me so I don't want that ring back' 

We each got something they other will never have. 

I got the long hair hot head, she got the cool and steady hand. I got the back woods on four wheels, holding on tight to him, I also got the fake id Louis who would use them to get into bars when we would go to America for spring holiday. 

She got the clean cut black suit nice tie and shoes.

If I had a choice I would've chose then boy over the man any day. 

After I packed away my old memory box I looked at the time and saw that I had to go pick up my son. 

"Addy Park?" He asks

"Sure Case, we can go to the park." I smile 

When we get to the park I was chasing after my little man when he bumped into someone's legs.

"I am so sorry sir, he doesn't always watch where he's going." I say picking Cayson up not daring to look at the man he ran into wearing a pair of black skinny jeans. 

"It's okay, Harry is that you?" When he says my name my head shoots up. 

"Hi, um I saw your picture in the paper, she's a lucky girl." I smile sheepishly.

"Thank You, um who is this?" He asks motioning to the baby in my arms. 

"This is my son Cayson Thomas Styles." I tell him. When I tell him his last name I see a flash of hurt in his eyes. 

"He's a beautiful boy." Louis smiles placing his hand on the infants back. 

"I like to think so." I nod 

"Louis who is this?" A woman with long brown wavy hair asks coming up to him and placing her hands on his shoulder. 

"This is an old friend." Louis introduces us and ow, that kinda hurt. 

"Addy, we go bakarey?" Cayson asks 

"Yeah, let's go." I state sharply turning away from the newlyweds. I buy him a cinnamon roll and head home.  

As long as it's me and Cayson, i'll die a happy man and I can promise you that.

Cayson Thomas Styles

January 16th 

9 lbs 7 ounces