One Direction Imagines and Preferences

(Song Preference) Isn't She Lovely - Stevie Wonder

Harry:

Isn’t she lovely

Isn’t she wonderful

Isn’t she precious

Less than one minute old

He looked down at his precious baby girl. She was resting on your chest, letting out healthy cries as both of you cried with her. His eyes were filled with absolute awe and amazement at the fact that this was the little girl he had always dreamed of. His little Darcy. His hands shook as the doctor allowed him to cut the umbilical cord. It was a mixture of fear, shock and pure amazement. The doctors took the new baby, cleaning her up and wrapping her in a blanket. Before she was brought back to you, Harry ran a hand through your sweat drenched hair, kissing your forehead before resting his against yours. “I’m so proud of you baby,” he choked out, words getting caught in his throat. You kissed his lips. The baby was brought back over to you, wrapped in a warm pink blanket. She was gently placed into your arms. Harry looked afraid to lay a finger on her, in fear of hurting her porcelain like skin. When you asked him if he wanted to hold her, he had a look of pure terror at first, but once the tiny bundle was placed in his arms, all the tension left his body. He held his baby girl so carefully and in such a protective way that no one dared take her away from him. She was his little girl and you were his true love and that was all he needed to be happy.

Liam:

I never thought through love we’d be

Making one as lovely as she

But isn’t she lovely made from love

Isn’t she pretty

Truly the angel’s best

You woke up in the middle of the night to a cold half of the bed. You got up, wandering over to the nursery where you suspected your husband would be. “Liam?” you whispered when you saw his tall figure hovering over the crib, watching over you baby daughter. “Oh, sorry (Y/N), did I wake you?” You shook your head with a yawn and walked over to his side. “What are you still doing up babe?” you asked groggily. “I couldn’t sleep I guess.” You watched as he kept his eyes on her. “She’s perfect isn’t she?” You nodded, leaning into his side as his arm snaked around your waist. “I… I just can’t believe she’s ours you know? I mean… this is our daughter… It’s just unbelievable.” His words got stuck in his throat as he tried to hold back tears. “Oh Li, what’s wrong?” You began to rub circles on his back. “Nothing wrong… it’s the complete opposite actually. Everything’s perfect and I can’t believe it’s me with the most amazing wife and he most perfect daughter… I-I…” “Shh… Liam, it’s okay,” you turned him so he was facing you and gave him a hug to try and calm him down. You actually didn’t mind that Liam was getting emotional over this. It proved how much he really cared about this family. He squeezes you tightly as the tears continue to flow out of his eyes. “Let’s go back to bed love… We need as much sleep as we can get.” He took one last look at your baby girl before nodding and taking you back to your bedroom, falling asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Niall:

Boy, I’m so happy

We have been heaven blessed

I can’t believe what God has done

Through us he’s given life to one

The three of you had just come home from the hospital. Niall ran in front of you to open the door as you carried your baby. You were still a little sore so Niall was doing anything he could to help you. He held out his arms, as if he feared you would fall or drop the baby. Of course you wouldn’t but he could always worry. You slowly sat down on the couch, cradling the small bundle in your arms. Niall sat next to you, beaming at the sleeping infant in your arms. He put an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him. “How are you feeling sweetheart?” he asked, running a hand through your hair. “Just tired and a little sore is all,” you replied leaning your head into his shoulder. “Do you want me to take her so you can have a nap?” he asked quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of your forehead. “Would you mind?” “Of course no baby, you need some rest. Tell you what, I’ll put her down for a while and then join you. We’re gonna need all the sleep we can get,” he said with a slight chuckle. You nodded your head in agreement, passing the baby carefully over to him. “Thank you Ni, I really appreciate it.” “No problem princess. I’ll be right in.” The two of you exchanged I love you’s before you headed off to the bedroom. “You’re so beautiful Ale…” he whispered to his baby girl. “I promise nobody is going to hurt you. I love you so much and it’s only been a few hours.” A tear rolled down his cheek and he promptly wiped it away. “Let’s go join mummy yeah?” He carefully stood up and brought her into your bedroom where the crib was set up. Slowly and gently he placed her down, giving her one last look before joining you in a nap.

Zayn:

But isn’t she lovely made from love

Isn’t she lovely

Life and love are the same

Life is Aisha

He held her to his chest as you slept in the hospital bed. It had only been a few hours since she had entered this world and Zayn was already in love with the beautiful dark haired baby. She flashed him a gummy yawn and he couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face. “You’re finally here baby girl. I’ve waited so long for this day. The day I finally get to hold you in my arms. Your mummy and I love you, I love you and your mummy and your mummy loves you and I very much. Gosh… you’re so beautiful. I know you can’t understand me yet, but one day you will… Now that you’re here, I can’t help but admit I’m a little scared. I don’t want to mess this up. I don’t want you to think I’m a bad daddy. I want you to think I’m a good daddy… I love you so much baby.” You couldn’t help but listen in on Zayn’s little monologue. Even though you appeared to be asleep, you had been listening to every quiet word the passed through Zayn’s lips. You were scared too, but now you knew you weren’t alone. You knew, together, the two of you would be able to raise the tiny girl the best you can and that was all you needed to focus on. You could do this, as long as you were with Zayn.

Louis:

The meaning of her name

Londie, it could have not been done

Without you who conceived the one

That’s so very lovely made from love

The baby was finally asleep in her crib and you and Louis lay face to face on the bed, foreheads touching. His hand was cupping your cheek as he looked at you admirably. “I love you (Y/N), I really do.” “And I love you Lou… very much.” He smiled as did you. “I can’t believe we’re parents though.” You let out a sigh. “I know… me neither.” There was a slight pause before he spoke again. “I’m glad I let you pick out the name though. It really suits her babe. Plus it rolls off the tongue you know?” You giggles lightly. “Thank you.” The two of you stared at each other, nothing but content written on your faces. “You should rest baby. It’s been a long day,” Louis offered. “You need to sleep as well Lou. I don’t want you to be overtired.” “I know… tell you what… if you take a nap now, I’ll make sure she’s okay. Then once you’re rested up, I’ll take a nap and you can look after her… Only for today until we work something out. Is that okay baby?” You figured it was worth trying. “Okay.” You let out a yawn and he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. “Have a good sleep love.”

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Jhae Anne