One Direction & 5SOS Preferences & Imagines

One Direction Preference #80-Pregnancy Series-False Labor

8 months along

I decided to change it just a tiny bit.

Louis-"Are you okay?" your best friend asked you. You opened your eyes, taking a deep breath. You nodded.

"I'm fine." you said. You whimpered as another contraction rippled through your body.

"Y/N, what's going on? You're not okay," said your best friend, worry running through her veins now. 

"I've been having contractions since I've gotten here," you confessed. Your best friend's eyes widened, and she jumped to her feet. 

"Jesus Christ, Y/N! Why didn't you say anything?! Were you just going to have Eden here a month early?!" she yelled.

"They weren't that bad," you said through gritted teeth as another contraction passed.

"Come on, we're going to the hospital," said your best friend, grabbing her keys from the coffee table.

"No, call Jay first." you said.

"Y/N..."

"Y/BFF/Name, please!" you begged. She sighed, and grabbed your phone, typing in the password she knew, and found Jay's contact.

"Hello?" said Jay. 

"Jay, Y/N's having contractions," explained your best friend.

"Okay. Y/N, babe, how far apart are the contractions?" asked Jay.

"Like, between ten and fifteen minutes," you answered.

"On a scale of one to ten how bad do they hurt?"

"Like a five. They feel like my period cramps," you explained. You heard Jay sigh a sigh of...relief?

"Y/N, honey, you're having Braxton Hicks Contractions. They're fake contractions. You aren't going into labor," explained Jay. You leaned your head back against the couch, and your best friend ran a hand through her hair.

"Thanks, Jay. Sorry to bother you." you said. 

"Don't apologize, it's your first time being pregnant. I'll talk to you later." said Jay.

"Bye," you and your best friend said. Your best friend tossed you your phone back. 

"Don't scare me like that again," she said, sitting down next to you. 

Liam-"Not hungry?" asked the math teacher, Mrs. Schmidt, walking into your science classroom. 

"I"m not feeling the best," you admitted.

"You don't look the best either. You should go home, Y/N." said Mrs. Schmidt, or Teresea to you.

"I'll be fine. I just have general science, chemistry, and biology to teach and then I can leave." you said.

"You sure? You should really just take your maternity leave, Y/N. You can barely walk." said Teresea. 

"I'm fine. I'll be okay," you assured. The bell rang, and a few minutes later your general science kids started coming in.

"Oh!" you grabbed your giant belly, a Braxton Hick rippling through your body.

"Are you okay?!" asked Mrs. Schmidt, her and a couple students surrounding around you. You gave them a small smile.

"I'm okay, guys. It was just a Braxton Hicks Contraction, nothing serious," you explained. 

"You're pale," said one of your students.

"I'm just not feeling the best. Just a little nausea because of smelling certain foods throughout the day," you explained. The second bell rang, the rest of your students rushing in.

"Alright guys, lets start class. Take out today's due homework, page fifty five one through seventeen all." you said.

Niall-"Shit," you muttered as your glass tilted and spilled in your lap. 

"Niall!" you shouted, pushing yourself off the couch and setting the class on the side table. You heard Niall's rushed footsteps get closer and closer until he was right in front of you. 

"Y/N-oh my god, your water broke!" Niall shouted, looking at your wet pants. You giggled. Niall snapped his head up.

"This isn't a laughing matter, Y/N! You're in labor!" Niall screeched. You giggled again.

"Niall, I'm not in labor. I spilled my pop on my labor and I wanted you to please clean the couch while I go change," you explained. Niall stared at you for a few moments without saying anything.

"Yeah, don't worry, I'll clean the couch," said Niall, walking into the kitchen to grab a washcloth. You chuckled, shaking your head as you walked to your guys' bedroom to change pants.

Harry-"Y/N!" screamed Harry. You jumped, and walked as fast as you could to yours and Harry's bedroom.

"What's wrong, Harry?" you asked. 

"When did your water break?! Why didn't you tell me?! I have to take you to the hospital! Or do you want me to call an ambulance?" fretted Harry. 

"Harry, calm down. I'm not in labor, my water didn't break. I peed the bed in my sleep, baby girl was pushing on my bladder," you explained. 

"Oh. Gosh, that's gross, Y/N!" said Harry. You rolled your eyes, stripping the sheets off the bed. 

"When you want another kid, you can get pregnant and see how it feels," you said, and walked out of the room to put the sheets in the washing machine.

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