Liam:"It hurts so bad." you whimper into the hospital pillow, the contractions becoming more prominent as the baby came closer and closer to being ready. "I know baby girl, but you’re doing so well. You’re almost there." he soothes, holding one of your hands in his own. "P- please make it stop Liam." you beg, not thinking that birth would be this painful when you decided you wanted this little miricle nine months before. "I would if I could love, but I can’t and I’m so sorry, but just think of the little baby you’ll be holding soon." he smiles weakly as you give a small nod of understanding. After a few more contractions, the big push comes, and the pain he could not prevent was over, replaced by a warm bundle in your arms.
Niall:You sat crying in his arms, the ache almost taken over by the numbness that was coming over you from the shock of losing someone so close to you. Death came at the most terrible times, your heart hardly able to handle the news. “It’s not fair.” you sniffle into his shirt, which was now ruined with salty stains. “I know. I would bring them back if I could love. Believe me, I would.” he offers, squeezing your side, and one of your hands tightly. Somehow his words were comforting, even though you knew that he could never make that happen, the thought of him doing anything for you was sweet and beautiful. “Thank you Ni, really. That means a lot to me.” you say wiping your eyes trying to give him a weak smile. He gives one back before pulling you back into his arms to keep you safe and sound until you were feeling better.
Zayn:"I dont want you to leave." you pout pushing your body closer to his, as if that would somehow keep him from leaving. "I know sweetheart, but the fans are looking forward to this, and I know deep inside you are too, and I really do love preforming. Pouting you couldn’t argue with him. There was no way you were going to keep him from doing what he really loved. "I just wish you could stay a bit longer." you pout batting your lashes at him, knowing her had a flight to catch in an hour. Sighing defeated, he rubs your back, hugging you tightly, "If I could I would love. But I really do have to leave." he says letting you down gently. "Please." you beg quietly squeezing his hand. With a quiet sigh and glance at the clock, and nods, pulling your body closer to his, "Five more minuets then." he says as a smile spreads across your face at the small amount of extra time he had given you.
Louis:His arms held you close. Closer than he normally would, for fear of your boyfriend normally swept over him. That he would hurt you if he saw the two of you together in some kind of intimate way, even hugs were off limits. “I hate me.” you sniffle into his chest, his fingers running down your back. He wanted so badly to swoop in and make you his, but he knew you needed time. “I know. If I could, I would make him suffer.” he mumbles, “If I could, I would.” he mumbles as you sniffle again. “It’s alright. He’s an idiot for leaving you. Besides, just think of how much happier you’ll be now. You have a little more freedom.’ he tries to console you.” Nodding you hug him tightly. “You’ll still be here right?” you ask feeling the same as he did. He nods and smiles softly at you, giving your back a gentle rub, “Of course, as long as you need me.”
Harry: “How did she grow up so fast?” He sighs watching as your daughter fixed her veil. You give a weak smile and squeeze his hand. “Seemed like just yesterday we were being her home from the hospital.” You sniffle smiling sadly. “I wish we could go back and just do it again, just do all the firsts with her again.” You say watching as she looked at herself in the mirror, she leaving you both to start her own family in just a few minutes. “If I could do that for us baby, believe me, I would.” he says sadly, giving your daughter an encouraging smile when she turned back to look at you both, holding her arms out. He gets up “In a heartbeat.” He says to you finally before hugging your daughter for a long minute. After you get your time with her, he kisses her cheek giving her one last look over before walking her down the aisle.
