Imagines (from my Instagram)

Take Care

You anxiously bite your nails.

Niall is going away on tour, and you aren't sure how to tell him. He'll be gone for three months, but it'll still be time you'll need him during your pregnancy.

You two have just arrived at the airport, and you're panicking.

He holds your hand tightly as you trail behind him, walking towards his plane.

"Niall," you mumble.

He sets down his bags at the terminal and holds your hands in his, intertwining them as he swings them back and forth.

"Niall," you whimper.

His eyebrows crease. "What's wrong?" He asks, tucking hair behind your ear.

You shake your head. You can't do it.

"Nothing."

"Look, (y/n), I don't want to leave you either. I'm so sorry, baby."

Baby. Baby baby baby.

The word floats in your head as you say your goodbyes.

The other boys hug you and you start to cry. This is all too much. You HAVE to to tell him. He has to know.

As he waves goodbye, walking with the boys, you call him back.

"I have to tell you something!"

He quickly walks over to you, and you wrap your arms around him. "I'm gonna miss you."

He chuckles. "I'm gonna miss you too, sweetheart. But I have to go.."

He tries to release himself, but you hold your grip.

"There's something else," you whisper. "I...I'm pregnant."

You feel him stiffen. "I wish I could have known sooner," he sighs.

You let go of him, and let the tears fall.

"I'm so sorry, Niall," you cry. "I didn't know how to tell you.."

He surprises you by pressing his lips to yours. He then pulls you back into his arms, resting his forehead on yours. "We're gonna be parents," he whispers.

You smile. He's not mad. "I know.. I can't believe it.."

His kisses you again; "I have to go, but I'll call you as soon as I land so we can talk, I promise," he mumbles against your lips.

You poke his stomach as he picks up his things. "You better."

He grins. "Call my mom if you need anything, okay? She's good with that kinda stuff."

You nod.

"And keep our baby safe."

He lightly kisses your stomach, and you ruffle his hair. "I love you. Have a safe trip."

"I will, and I love you too, (y/n)."

He waves and calls goodbye as he boards his plane.

You pat your stomach. "Don't worry," you whisper to your unborn baby, "he'll be home soon to take care of us both."