One Direction Mpreg One-Shots

Ziall-Every Storm Runs Out Of Rain

Turmoil and Grief led them to this situation

Third Person POV

April 16th 3:00 am

As Zayn paces the floor all he can think about, is did something happen to him?

You see, Niall went out with his friends who came to visit from Ireland. They are complete jerks who completely disregarded the artist. They never liked him and they believed that Niall could do so much better than a struggling artist living in a studio apartment. Honestly Niall is a record producer and yes, he could do so much better than Zayn but for some reason the fake blonde hangs on to him.

Now, Zayn is currently five months pregnant and he is waiting for the Irishman to get home. At some point during his impatient waiting he fell asleep and was woken up by loud laughing coming from the porch. He looks out their bay window and sees the group of seven,drunkenly trying to get into the house.

Zayn sighs and goes out into the chilly spring air to assist them. After ushering everyone in Zayn goes over to help Niall take of his boots because apparently in his drunken stupor he can't figure out where his zipper is.

"I got it Zayn." He slurs.

"No, you don't let me help you." Zayn insists grabbing at Niall's boots.

"No, I don't need your fat ass catering to me." Niall yells and okay, that stung a bit. He's not fat, he's just carrying a baby.

"Niall, you are drunk." Zayn hisses.

That made Niall snap and he shoved Zayn back. His lower back collided with the back of the couch and then he fell against the coffee table, the end hitting right under his belly button. The blood was instant. He was bruised in the stomach and he felt something down his leg. He went into the bathroom and pulled off his now soiled pajama pants. His white boxers were covered in red liquid, only distinguishable as blood.

The tears pooled in his eyes as he went out into the living room after pulling his pajama pants up. The pain in his stomach was excruciating, he looked around for Niall and found him passed out over the coffee table that caused the loss of his baby.

He drove himself to the hospital.

While laying in the hospital bed his heart was on the verge of breaking. The blood had stopped and he was no longer pregnant.

He then called Louis. He needed some moral support.

When Louis arrived at eight am the next morning with Harry at his side he had sympathy clouded around his eyes.

"So do you want to tell us what happened?" Louis asks crawling in the bed with Zayn and wrapping his arms around him.

"Well, Niall's friends came from Ireland for the weekend and they went out last night. At around three in the morning they came home and I was going to help him take off his shoes because he was drunk and he was having issues. He shoved me and I hit the couch and the coffee table. I have a giant bruise on my stomach because of it and I lost my baby. I knew I did the moment I saw the blood. I went out to see if Niall had sobered up a tiny bit, but he didn't. He passed out. Now here I am." Zayn states tears falling down onto his lap.

"Oh Zee, i'm so sorry." Harry coos his hands going over his small stomach. Harry was three months pregnant and Zayn had been five months pregnant.

"S'okay, promise me you will love that baby unconditionally." Zayn states wiping his eyes.

"I will, can you tell us what exactly happened after you got here." Harry questions.

"Well, they figured out that the placenta had ruptured. They did a c-section and removed the fetus, I saw him and got to hold him. They took a picture and framed it." Zayn points to the little box that was on the table.