One Direction Imagines and Preferences

Gender

Liam: He held your hand tight, looking down at you with pleading eyes waiting for you to respond. You honestly wanted to wait until birth, but watching Liam so excited and happy made you cave in. “Fine,” you huffed rolling your eyes as his face cheered up instantly. He kissed the hand he held in gratitude and looked up at the doctor who had long waited for you two to come to an agreement. “Congratulations Mrs. and Mr. Payne. Looks like your having a baby boy,” he stated. All Liam could do was look down at your growing belly and plant kisses to the small areas not covered with gel. “Can wait to meet you, buddy,” Liam mumbled in between pecks.

Zayn: He’s nervous and concentrated all at the same time, shifting his eyes from your laying body and the screen with his little human inside. “Is that it?” He asks the doctor as he leans closer inspecting the image in front of him, one of his hands still gripping yours. He grins at you momentarily before returning his attention back. His eyes scan all over the ultrasound picture trying to pick any detail that would give away the baby’s gender. “Yeah, if you can see right here,” the doctor points to a blurry part of the image and Zayn leans in even closer, “those are her little toes.” Both of you are too focused and caught up to even take in what she just said. And after a few more beats, both your heads snap at the same time. “Her?”

Niall: “I’m sorry, what?” Niall gulped, asking the man to repeat his words. “You’re having twins. Congrats Mrs. and Mr. Horan,” he smiled standing up from his stool. You’re too shocked in the new information to respond back. “Two boys,” the sonographer added, “now, if I may be excused.” He nodded his head and walked out leaving Niall and you to take in the news…double the news. “I – I’m going to be a first time father to two,” Niall breathed out raking his blonde hair and looking down at the floor with a face that held nothing but terror and shock. Yours was probably the same but a bit disappointed on how he was reacting. “I have to tell everyone! Not one. Two boys!” He stood up, his mood turning a complete direction. He was smiling like a complete idiot. “I have to tell my mom, Bobby, the boys – everyone!”

Harry: It is not until the day you give birth that you find out your baby’s gender. You had also agreed with the nurses and doctors working with you to not tell you right after you had him or her; wanting to hear the news from Harry himself. Your eyes were droopy with beads of sweat running across your forehead when he held the little angel in his arms, slowly walking towards your tired body in his blue scrubs. He held the baby so tightly but yet so delicate, careful not to harm it. His eyes were watery and his nose was a soft cherry red from all the happy crying he had going. “Hey, baby,” he sniffed, looking down at your tired state, “meet Charlotte.” He confirmed the gender of your baby to be the little girl he waited nine months for.

Louis: “It’s going to be a boy. I know it’s going to a boy,” Louis rocked himself back and forth on the chair nervously. Almost like he were waiting for his lottery ticket to be called up. Louis was over reacting as he sat waiting not so patiently for your ultrasound to begin. The doctor beside you simply chuckled as she squirted the cold gel on your five-month-old growing belly. “How are you so sure it’s gonna be a boy?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow at him. He stayed quiet for a few seconds and let the nurse do her job before responding. “You craved salty foods, not a lot of morning sickness like ordinary pregnant woman, hands were drier than usual and your belly is high rather than low,” he shrugged like it was all a matter of fact. Like you had to know this stuff. “Louis, where did you – ” “It’s a boy,” your doctor replied, a little shocked herself. “Told ya,” Louis smirked.