Liam: He was sitting across from you at the table, nervously wringing his hands, and not making eye contact. “Liam, just spit it out, will you?” He looked up, brown eyes gone wide in terror. “I - Y/N, there was this thing that happened about a month and a half ago…” You narrowed your eyes and he continued, even more nervous than before. “Well, there was this bar and this girl and, er, well… yeah.” Now that alone made you furious but the next words drove you insane. “She’s pregnant.” Liam whispered it, looking up from his hands just in time to see you cover your mouth and point towards the door. He understood it as your silent dismissal of him to one of his friend’s homes.
Louis: It had been a few months since he told you about the night that he cheated on you. You didn’t entirely blame him since it had been right after a huge fight where both of you had sort of taken a break from the other and you’d done some things that night with a stranger as well. Only, it turned out, that Louis’ night had had some consequences. He answered the ringing phone in the middle of a laugh, but that quickly melted away as did the color in his face. By the time he ended the call, he was shaking and white as a sheet. “She’s pregnant.” He hoarsely admitted. Honestly, you weren’t sure what to feel about that revelation, so you just wrapped your arms around him as he took the news in.
Harry: Really, it was no big deal. See, the thing was that one of his best guy friends wasn’t fertile but his wife really, really wanted a kid to be her actual flesh and blood child. When they asked you and Harry over for dinner, you didn’t think twice about it, but when dessert had ended, things got serious, and they asked him if he would donate. He blushed, you blushed, they blushed, but in the end he told them that he’d need to think about it. That night when you got home, Harry asked you what you thought about it. You told him that you were okay with it, so he relayed that to them, accepting to be the donor to them on the condition that they made him the kid’s godfather.
Zayn: You should’ve listened to the rumors. They’d been circulating for months and after a while even Zayn stopped reassuring you that they weren’t true. You had known that Perrie ended their engagement because the cheating rumors had finally gotten to her, but you’d never genuinely believed that there was some truth in them. Yet there you stood, teary-eyed in front of the television as a picture of that girl he’d been rumored with two months before. She was leaving a doctor’s office and the reporter was saying that it was confirmed that she was two months pregnant. You texted Zayn, you called him, you left voicemails, and he didn’t answer any of them. When he didn’t come home that night, you knew it was true and you couldn’t believe how stupid you’d been to trust him. The next morning, you packed all your things and left, never wanting to see him again.
Niall: "I’m so sorry." He was holding onto your hand so tightly that you almost couldn’t feel your fingertips anymore. "Niall, a simple apology isn’t gong to make up for this. I don’t think anything can." You tugged away from him, unable to be around him for another second. "Y/N, please, I - I didn’t mean for any of that stuff to happen." You practically growled when you said, "Well it did, Niall! And you can’t take it back now because you’re going to be a father.” You almost choked on the word, not yet ready to hear it spoken about him. “You cheated, she got pregnant, and I don’t know if we can still be together. I love you, but this hurts too much.” One loud sob came out of you and Niall moved quickly, enveloping you in his arms and repeatedly telling you he loves you too
