One direction imagines and prefences (request open)

He's worried about you during your pregnancy

He's worried about you during your pregnancy ~

HARRY:  “Babe, are you sure you can eat that?” Harry presses.  You roll your eyes at him, unappreciative of his constant hovering.  “Yes, Harry, I’m sure I can eat this.  The doctor gave me the ok.  I specifically asked,” you inform him bitterly.  “As long as you’re sure,” he mutters, still eyeing you skeptically.  Ever since you’d been diagnosed with gestational diabetes, Harry’s been extra cautious and worrisome.  “You act like this is some huge deal,” you finally snap, sick of feeling like a child under his watchful eye.  “It’s pretty common and I have it under control.  The doctor says I’m doing everything just as I should be, so please just lighten up a bit,” you request desperately.  Harry offers you a small, apologetic smile.  “I know, I’m sorry.  I just want you both to be healthy and I don’t want anything bad to happen,” Harry explains, resting his hand on your belly before leaning in to give you a kiss.  “We’re both fine,” you assure him as he seperates his lips from yours.

LIAM:  “Need anything else?” Liam asks, placing the tray containing your lunch down on the small folding table and taking a seat on the edge of the bed.  You cast your word search off to the side and prop yourself up.  “Yeah, one more thing.  Can you fast forward the next few weeks so the baby will be here and I can leave this stupid bed?”  Liam smiles sympathetically.  “I know these last couple of weeks have been tough on you.”  “I feel so useless!  And I’m soooo bored,” you complain, lolling your head back on the pillow.  “I know.  But just remember that this will all be worth it in a few weeks when we have our little baby home with us,” he reminds you sweetly.  “I know,” you say on a sigh.  You start to move to get out of bed, but Liam stops you.  “What are you doing?” he questions.  “I just need to stretch my legs for a minute,” you tell him.  “One minute,” he instructs firmly.  “It’s fine,” you insist with a smile.  You can’t help but notice that Liam never takes his eye off the clock, timing you.

LOUIS:  Ever since the scare you had where the baby’s heart had momentarily stopped, Louis has done nothing but fret.  Every morning, as soon as he wakes up, his hands are on your tummy, feeling for movement.  They’re there dozens of times throughout the day and one final time every night before you two go to sleep.  As if this weren’t enough, he’s always sure to ask you if the baby’s been moving.  “Louis,” you start gently after his fifth check that morning, “everything is fine.  You’ll be the first one to know if I think even the slightest thing might be wrong.  Ok?”  Louis nods.  “I know.  It just scared me so much when that happened,” he says, resting his head against your belly.  “It scared me too, but everything’s been fine since then.  You have to relax a little bit,” you coax, running your fingers through his hair.  “I’ll try,” Louis agrees through a playful smirk, and you’re no fool to believe that he’ll actually put any effort into unwinding.

ZAYN:  “What does that mean?” Zayn inquires after the doctor informs you both that the baby is breech.  “It’s nothing to worry about, Mr. Malik, it just means that the baby is flipped the opposite way from what we would like it to be right now.  It’s very likely that it will still turn around over the next week or so before [Y/N] goes into labor,” the doctor explains.  “And what if it doesn’t?” Zayn presses.  “Not to worry, we have plenty of tricks up our sleeves to ensure a healthy delivery one way or another,” she assures him with a smile.  “Zayn, would you stop?  That’s not gonna do anything,” you mention once back at home.  He’s been “coaching” the baby into turning over for the last hour.  “You never know!” he insists.  “Why is this such a big deal to you?  This is really common and not even really an issue at all,” you inform him.  “Because I don’t want them to have to cut you open!” he hisses before returning to his “coaching.”

NIALL:  Niall simply shakes his head in disbelief over the news from the doctor you’d just come home and filled him in on.  “How?  How is that even possible?” he asks.  You shrug.  “Couldn’t tell ya.  It came as kind of a shock to me too,” you state.  “With all that we eat, how is it possible that you haven’t gained enough weight with your pregnancy?” he asks no one in particular.  “I really don’t know.  But I think tonight for dinner, we should order pizza, wings, and Chinese.  You know, doctor’s orders and all,” you chirp with a playful smirk.  Niall laughs lightly.  “I think that sounds like a great idea,” he agrees.  “But then tomorrow we need to figure out some more healthy ways to get you to gain some weight,” he adds more seriously, the concern written all over his face.  “Absolutely.  The doctor gave me some information, so I’ll go over all that later.  But tonight: junk food!” you cheer, leading Niall to laugh again.