Harry - you felt the snap of something, jolting up in bed enough to shake the mattress and Harry by your side. You groaned, placing two hands over your swollen stomach, tilting your head slightly, “no, no,” you murmured, wriggling your thighs up from the wet patch suddenly beneath you, “not now, come on,” you groaned, nudging Harry’s side.
"Babe…" he murmured halfway into his sleep, before his eyes fluttered a little, enough to open, his arms tight when he groaned his way onto all fours, "babe," his focus sharpened, catching your expression, "whoa, hey, what is it?"
"I think…" you panted, clutching yourself a little tighter, "shit, Haz, I think I’m in labour…"
"But," his voice dropped, as he scrambled closer, "babe, we’re not due for another two weeks, are… are you sure?"
"About as sure as this contraction," you gasped, sliding your voice into a yelp when it grew louder, one hand twitching outwards to clutch Harry’s shoulder.
"Alright, babe," he started wriggling the sheets off you, "come on, let’s get to the hospital, yeah?"
Liam - you moved your fork around the edges of the plate as you toyed with whatever was left of your meal. Your stomach growled uncomfortably again as you shifted in your seat.
"Babe, are you…" Liam smiled from across the table, "are you okay?" His voice followed the chatter of the cafe as you met his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah," you hastened, "I’m fine, I don’t know…" you rounded a flat palm over your pregnant belly, "just feeling a little queasy today, I think. It was probably the dinner last night, Louis should not be allowed in the kitchen," you finished, joking, a shaky laugh escaping your lips.
Liam tilted one eyebrow, chuckling at you, “you sure, love?”
"Yes," you waved a hand, almost groaning before you felt the drop, water pooling between your legs. Your mouth fell open a little, a tiny gasp tumbling that Liam heard.
"Babe," he hushed, leaning over the table in worry, "babe?"
"My water just broke…" you murmured, steeling a look around at everyone else in the cramped cafe, "Liam," you panicked, "this… this isn’t supposed to happen for another week and a half…"
"Hospital," Liam fumbled with his wallet to pull out cash to pay for the meal, one hand sliding notes, the other reaching for you, "babe, now."
Louis - you fumbled with the remote, laughing when it slid over your swollen belly to Louis sitting beside you. He chuckled and picked it up, leaning down to wriggle your shirt up and press his lips to your stretched skin, murmuring, “only a week to go, love… I can’t wait…”
You snorted, running hands through your hair, “yeah?”
"Yeah," Louis looked up, smirking at the way he met your eyes, and what he saw in them.
"Because, personally, I can wait," you took the remote back from him, "anything to avoid the impending doom of giving birth," you finished with a groan, rolling your eyes.
"You’ll do fine," Louis laughed after your eyes, and watched the screen when you turned up the volume, "you’re my superhero, (Y/N)."
You started to laugh but it fell into a gasp when you lurched forwards, clutching your stomach, brow knotting together. Louis yelped after your back hunching over, holding your arms, “babe, babe, what is it?”
"Um…" you gasped again, panting already, peering down at the wet patch in your sweats, "you know how I said I’d do fine when I gave birth?"
"Yeah," Louis swallowed quickly, frantic with his eyes.
"I think we’re about to find out," you clutched his arm, swallowing as thickly as he did, "if you’re right or not."
Zayn - you woke up, holding your stomach before you did anything else, gasping already from a pain so tight you couldn’t breathe at first. You swallowed quickly, shaking Zayn, “Z-Zayn, wake up…” you gulped, “babe, wake up, I think I’m in labour.”
"Wha…" Zayn mumbled, turning to the other side before he woke himself up a little, your hand still shaking his bare shoulder, jolting him. He stirred a little more before he could blink, swallowing and gathering himself, waking up even more, "shit, babe…" he sat up quickly, looking for you in the dark, "babe, what’s wrong?"
"I think I’m in labour…" you swallowed again, your breathing laboured as it came out, chest heaving.
Zayn threw a few of the sheets back, “are you sure? (Y/N),” he leant up to hold your cheek, “the… the due date’s not till the 21st… babe, are you sure?”
"I’m sure," you swallowed, clutching any part of him you could, "I’m sure…"
A smirk ghosted his face before he held your cheek tighter still, “then we should get to the hospital.”
Niall - you took the phone to your ear, smiling at Niall’s voice fresh from another show, hoarse and a little quiet the way it sounded to you, “babe, it was amazing tonight, you should’ve heard the crowd…” he sighed, “it was incredible…”
"Sounds like," you smiled, sitting down, stretching your legs in front of you but you still couldn’t see your feet. You rubbed over your belly, the size of a watermelon, "I’m glad you’re having fun there, Ni."
"Yeah," he sighed again, "but I jus’ wanna get home to you already. I just wanna get home so we can get ready for the baby. I can’t wait for that…"
"Only three weeks to go," you smiled, your face changing when the baby kicked, "ah," you whimpered, a sharp pain shooting through your body all of a sudden.
"Babe," you heard Niall on the other line, "everything okay?"
"Yeah, yeah," you hurried out at first, before another shot of pain rippled through you, and a splash of liquid hit the floor when your water broke, "shit, Ni… I think my water just broke…"
You heard a flurry on the other line, and a scraping noise, “Ni… Niall?”
"Hang on, baby," his voice sounded, a little rushed like he was running, "I’m coming, okay? I’m catching the next flight."
