One Direction Preferences

#47 he finds out you have a child together

Harry: After one drunken night with Harry Styles you won't allow yourself to tell him of your pregnancy. Only after four years to do have the guts to contact Harry again. He seems wary about coming to see you at first but agrees to meeting in your apartment. He's exactly the same as you remember him, charming and with looks that kill, just like your son. Thirty minutes into his visit your son wakes up from his nap, coming into the living room with you. Harry immediately knows when your son approaches him, his green eyes lighting up at the sight of his father. "He's mine isn't he?" He asks staring down at the boy. For a moment it seems as though he'll run away but as soon as your son smiles up at him, two dimples showing on his face, he lifts him in his arms accepting him as his own.

Louis: "(Y/N) Comes Out Pregnant! Who's the Father?", "Louis Tomlinson to be a Daddy? What will the Results Prove?" The headlines are everywhere, paparazzi are bombarding you every time you take a step outside, and the phone is ringing non-stop with people begging for a statement from you. Just as you ready for bed one night, the loud buzzing of chatter is heard outside and there's another knock on your door, stalling your rest yet again. You swing the door open, holding your robe tight around you, preparing to give whatever reporter this was a piece of your mind. Louis stands in front of you though for the first time in months, his hair disheveled and his eyes rimmed in red. He never gives you a chance to speak, pushing his way into your home and closing the door on everyone outside. "Did you know you were pregnant when I left you?" He asks immediately. You nod and he continues. "Why didn't you tell me?" "Me being pregnant shouldn't make a difference in whether you stay with me or not!" You spit back at him, annoyed. He never stops as he lips press to yours, his hands gliding to your belly as he pulls away. "It doesn't. I've been building up the courage to come back to you since I walked away. Now I have two reasons. I love you and you're carrying my child.

Niall: You haven't considered what having a child without Niall would mean. You've been adamant about your desire to keep him in the dark as your pregnancy goes on, knowing of his need to focus on his career. Just as you go into labor your underlying need to have him there with you takes over and you beg of everyone to get him there with you, not just for you but for your baby. The hours pass and he's no where to be found, leaving you to give birth with only the company of your mother. "He didn't come." You whisper to your mom the next day, tears flowing down your cheeks as you know he hasn't come to claim your child as his own. Your mother smiles though, reassuring you. "She looks just like him. He hasn't come down to see you because he hasn't let her out of his sight since the moment he laid eyes on her."

Liam: You've been aching to have Liam back in your life since the moment you walked out. No one knows or understands why you left and you've refused to answer questions regarding it. Finally you have a day off from work, only to spend it caring for your three month old daughter. As you settle her in for a nap there's a knock on your door. Liam stands before you once again, his mouth dropping even as you look worn, stunned by your beauty. You are nervous about letting him in, knowing you'll never tell of your child. He's stays a little longer than expected, his brow furrowing when a cry comes from the bedroom, causing you to leap to your feet. You don't realize when he follows after you. "How old is she?" He asks, standing back from her. "Just about three months." You answer. You can see him putting together the pieces in his mind, fear stricken on his face. "Is she yours?" He continues to question, even though he already knows your answer. "She's ours Liam."

Zayn: Your six year old son is a spitting image of Zayn. Suspicions were low until you took him out to L.A. Where there were people everywhere. So many girls commented on your son looking like him, some even snapping pictures as you walked along the streets. By the time night was upon you your phone was ringing. You answered the unknown number, recognizing his voice immediately. "(Y/N), just tell me is he mine?" Zayn asks, his voice a little angry. "Yes." You breathe, finally telling him of your secret. "How could you not tell me? It's my life too. You've always been selfish. I can't believe you would keep this from me. I'm coming out there." He growls at you, hanging up before you get the chance to reply. You become both afraid and excited that he wants a part in your son's life.