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#128: You Go Into Labor

#128:  You Go Into Labor - 1d-1shots-1imagines

Liam: “And thats when I went to get lunch because, yeah, obviously I was hungry. And then we went back to the studio and did a few practice runs and that was pretty cool. And then I went out for coffee with—-” Liam babbled on toward your stomach. He’d been doing this for the past few days, talking to your baby. And by talking, I mean he was literally going over every little fact of his day. “Liam!” You interrupt, “I’m sorry but, the baby is kicking because it’s boredof your stories!”. Liam smiled and kissed your forehead, settling down into the couch. You were due any day now, literally, so you were waiting for that special little sign. Like a kick. Or a sharp push of some description. And just as you thought the kicking had stopped, you felt an incredibly sharp and forceful pain—down there. “Ohh” You groan, hands fluttering to your belly protectively. Liam quickly looks over, sparing no time in leaping up. “Is it coming? Is that baby coming?!” He shouts, panicked. He did this every time you had a little pain, so it wasn’t unexpected, however this pain was different, and your pants started to feel a little wet. “Liam, take this as a life lesson, the baby is actually coming out of me to tell you to shut the hell up” You chuckle as Liam helps you stand up. “We need to go!” Liam whispers, rushing around the apartment, grabbing the already packed bag, “Car. I need to get the car. CAR! CAR!”. “Babe, I don’t think shouting for a car is going to get one all the way up here” You sigh, waddling over to the door and slipping on shoes as he rushed around menacingly. “Your right. We should go downstairs. Alright, are you okay, Y/N? Oh god! Okay! I’m having a baby! Your having a baby! We’re having a baby! Oh my god—”. You simply shut him up by crashing your lips to his and not giving him any space to move between the wall and your baby bump. When you pulled away he took a deep breath. “Now those kind of actions got us this baby in the first place”

Zayn: “I miss you baby” Zayn whispers through the Skype call. You grimace as your hand strokes your belly. You were due last week, and Zayn was trying his hardest to get off tour to come and visit you. If only you held out another week or so, he could be there with you. So until then, you were Skyping him and letting him talk to the baby through the screen. “I miss the both of you…”. “I miss you too, Zayn” You mumble back and attempt to sit up from slouching in the desk chair. Your hand flies past the computer and knocks over the nearby dictionary on the desk. “Oops” You say softly and swivel in the chair, bending to pick it up. “Y/N, don’t, just leave it—” Zayn is saying behind you but your already half down. You pick up the book with ease and set it on the desk. “Stop worrying, Zayn” You laugh and sit back in the chair, “I’m fi—” Your sentence was cut short and replaced with a small weep escaping your lips. Your hands flew to your stomach as you felt the sharp pain wrack your body. Yep, you’d taken all those contraceptive classes, and this was definitely a contraction. “Z-Zayn I think the baby’s coming!” You practically shout, attempting to stand up. “Alright, Call Danielle, she’s there with you right? I’ll figure something out, I promise i’ll be there, Y/N” Zayn’s voice, much more worried and concerned rung through the office. “DANIELLE!” You call through the house, hearing your voice echo around the walls. Seconds later Danielle charges into the room, seeing the wet patch on the bottom of your sweat pants and you holding your belly. “The baby is a go” You whisper to her. Danielle runs over and helps you up. “Y/N?”. Your turn back around to the computer and blow a kiss to Zayn. “I’m having our baby now Zayn, i’m a bit busy. I love you baby” And with that, you shut the lid.

Harry: “Whoa! Call animal patrol, we have an elephant on the move” Harry announces as you walk past him into the kitchen. “Har har” You roll your eyes at him and run your hands over your extremely big baby bump. You were due in a few days, so you were nervous, obviously, but Harry kept making stupid jokes about your size. “See Harry, those kind of jokes are exactly why your sleeping on the couch!” You snap and waddle back past him toward the table where your yogurt is awaiting. “No, i’m sleeping on the couch because you don’t want me to roll over in the middle of the night and squish the baby” Harry corrects you, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Oh gross!” You whisper and look down at your pants. “What?” Harry asks, barley looking up from his phone. “I think I just peed a little” You frown and get up to go change. “Ew” Harry chuckles and gets up to help you. Shortly after he did so, your abdomen started to throb in utter pain. “Oh god. Nope. That wasn’t pee” You whisper, slightly bending over, clutching at your stomach. “What was it then?”. “My water broke”. “Holy shit” Harry mumbles incredulously, eyes wide as he stares at the patch on your pants, “Are you going to make it to the hospital or do I need to get hot towels?! Oh crap, Y/N! I’m going to have to deliver a baby aren’t I—”. “Shut the hell up, and get my coat. I’m going to make it to a hospital. Last thing I need is my sons father telling all his friends how he delivered him in the back of his range rover” you say snidely as Harry rolls his eyes and leads you to the door. “Though that would be a good story, wouldn’t it?”. “Shut up, Harry”

Niall: “I still say yellow” You shrug as the two of you examine the soon to be baby’s room before you. Niall sighs and shakes his head, “But the yellow we’ve picked looks like…I don’t know…urine or something. Do we want our baby waking up in the middle of the night after having all the nightmares about pee?!”. “But it’s neutral! If we do pink, and we have a boy, he’s destined to grow up being teased by his many friends. And if we do blue, then what if we have a girl and she want’s pink? Then I tell you you’ll be the one repainting it all” You insist, hands stroking your baby bump instinctively. You and Niall had been bickering about painting the nursery for months now, and since you were due next week, you figure you both should make a decision. “We can never win, Y/N” Niall whispers and drops the tin of paint. “Well thats—holy shit mother of god crap” You curse as you bend over, grabbing your stomach as the pain wracks over you and you pee in your pants. “Did you just…did you just pee?” Niall laughs, still supporting you underneath your arms. “No, you idiot, my water broke!” You whisper sharply and try to stand upright. “Holy shit. We’re having a baby now. Okay, thats cool. You wait here, i’ll get the car!” He yells running out of the room and skidding down the hallway. You walk over and pick up the bag you two already prepared, and slung it over your shoulder. Within what felt like seconds Niall was back up and panting breathlessly. “ALRIGHT! Lets go have a baby!”

Louis: “Do you want more pie?” Louis asks, holding up the half eaten remains of the pie he cooked. You shake your head and push yourself away from the table, rubbing your stomach. And no, not because you were full, but because you were pregnant. And almost an entire week over-due. So it was any day now! Louis had managed to fly home early and surprised you, which you loved, but he was really scared and worried for you and the baby, which you hated. It meant he helped with everything. Showering, getting dressed, changing the channel, even just brushing your teeth, he was there. But it meant a lot to you that he cared this much. “Do you need anything?” He asked from the kitchen, getting a glass of water. “I’m good thank you, baby” You call back and flop down into the couch, feeling amazingly comfortable for a minute. And then; “Owww” You moan, hands pressing into your stomach. “Whats wrong?” Louis says from the kitchen. You squint your eyes shut as the pain washes over you, “N-Nothing. Just my food isn’t settling with me”. “Do you need a bucket?” he chuckled, making a reference to the time you first discovered you were pregnant and morning sickness was all the rage. “Piss off—-ohhh! Shit! I need a towel. I think I just peed a bit” You announce, cheeks flushing red in embarrassment as you peep underneath your pants, and then you realize what it really was. Your water just broke. “Um, never mind that. Can you grab a taxi instead? I think…maybe…i’m having the baby?” Your eyebrows knit together as you stare down at your stomach. Something clashes to the floor in the kitchen and in an instant Louis in kneeling in front of you. “Okay, thats alright. Okay. Uh. Okay, sure. A baby. Okay, lets go babe!” Louis helped you up gently and lead you toward the door, “Do I need to bring anything?”. “How about you breathe, and calm down, and lets go have a baby, alright?” You whisper soothingly and he starts taking deep, deep breaths. It’s funny how a pregnancy can turn the tough one into a nervous wreck.