One Direction Imagines and Preferences

#27 Pregnancy Scare

Niall: You were worried - your period was two weeks late. Normally you'd tell Niall everything, but you couldn't bring yourself to confess in him your worries. Niall flops down next to you on the settee, jolting you out of your thoughts and you smile weakly. "Are you ok? You've not been yourself recently love," he looks at you, concerned. Seeing him looking so worried makes you break down in tears, and he wraps his arms around you protectively. "I - I can't..." you sob. He looks at you desperately, "You can tell me anything. Please... Whats wrong?". You breath deeply, until you can finally get your words out, "My periods late. I could be pregnant but I don't know,". His face pales and he doesn't seem capable of words, but with him by your side you can finally bring yourself to take the pregnancy test you'd bought. You squeeze his hand and smile, tears of relief falling down your cheeks, "I'm not pregnant,". He pulls you into a tight hug, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear, "I love you so much,".

Zayn: You and Zayn were always open with each other, no secrets - it's what made the two of you work, despite all the media's rumours. "Babe, I need to talk to you," you try to catch his attention, but he just mumbles aimlessly in response, "It's serious,". He switches the TV off and turns to look at you, waiting patiently. "You know on holiday, I forgot to take a couple of my pills?" you explain and he nods slowly, "And - shit Zayn, I might be pregnant!". It takes a moment for him to process what you've said before he pulls you into his arms, "I'm here no matter what babe, don't worry. Have you...". "Done a test?" you finish for him and nod, "It's in the bathroom, it's... you have to wait for a while before it says,". The two of you walk hand in hand into the bathroom, and you groan, "I don't want to look,". He reaches out a shaky hand for the test, looking between it and the packaging before he shakes his head. You squeal, throwing your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. "I'm happy," he breathes, resting his forehead against your own, "But is it bad a part of me is disappointed?". Maybe you should be mad, but his comment makes your heart swell and you kiss him again, "One day, we will Zayn,".

Liam: "Don't you think you might've gone a tad overboard?" you try to laugh as Liam hands you a bag of about eight pregnancy tests in it. He shrugs, "We need to be sure,". The two of you sit in the empty bath to wait, and you lean against Liam's chest. "What are we going to do Liam?" you turn your head to look at him, and you can feel a tear trailing down your cheek. He kisses your head, "I'm so sorry babe, this is all my fault,". "No," you reply sternly, "It takes two of us, not just one. Don't you dare put this on yourself,". You both jump out of the bath when your phones timer goes off, looking along the line of pregnancy tests. All negative. You let out a shaky breath, "Thank god,". He kisses your hand, "We aren't ready to be parents yet,".

Louis: "Babe," Louis looks at you seriously, holding up the pregnancy test that had been in your bag, "Is there something you need to tell me?". You blush, fiddling with your scarf, "I don't know yet,". "You should have told me," he glares. "I didn't want to freak you out til I knew for sure. You're going on stage in five minutes!" you sigh, exasperated as you watch him stomp out of the room. You stand at the edge of the stage, desperately trying to catch Louis' attention, and when you finally do, you grin and shake your head. "Erm, give me a second guys," Louis calls into the microphone, running off stage. "You're not -" he starts. "Nope," you grin happily. He kisses you, mumbling apologies against your lips, "I'm sorry I shouted, I shouldn't have. I was scared,". You nod, "Me too, but we don't need to worry anymore!".

Harry: "What have I done?" Harry shouts as you get up from the settee, "You won't even sit next to me for longer than a few seconds!". You don't answer, carrying on towards the bedroom, but he catches your wrist, "Talk to me, please!". You face him, tears in your eyes, "I might be pregnant, I don't know. And not knowing is bloody terrifying," he pulls you into him, and you cry onto his shoulder, "I never wanted to be a young mum,". He kisses the top of your head, "It's ok,". "It's ok?" you look up at him, stunned, "How are you being so calm about this?". He holds your face in his hands, looking at you calmly, "Because while its a possibility, we have to be. I've always wanted kids - I want you to have my kids. The timing is way off, but that's life, and our mistake,". You lean up to kiss him, "I love you, you know,". He nods, "And I love you. Lets go find out if there's going to be any mini-me's running round anytime soon,". Turns out to both of your reliefs, there wouldn't be.