Finding Out You’re Expecting
Zayn: ‘I can’t’, your best friend bawled, ‘I just can’t be fucking pregnant’. You’re hand made its way to rest on her shoulder blade. ‘Look’, you sympathetically rubbed circles in her back, ‘there’s a thousand reasons as to why you been feeling sick.’ ‘Then how come I’m late!’ she barked in your direction. ‘Funny things can happen when you’re stressed’, you kept your voice low, despite her loud sobs. ‘How about I take the test with you, using that extra test you brought?’ The test didn’t scare you as much as it petrified (y/f/n). Every day was the same routine for you, taking a small tiny pill as you had your breakfast each morning. Your doctor suggested you give your body a rest when you could, and since you hadn’t seen Zayn in weeks since he was in a foreign country, you were waiting for the day ‘mother nature’ would visit you for a week. ‘Okay?’ you encouragingly gestured the fear ridden girl towards the two pee sticks waiting in the bathroom.Seven minutes later, and you were trapped outside of the bathroom door, while your best friend sat on the vanity, waiting to glance at her test sitting on the top of the toilet. ‘So?’ you yelled lough enough so she could hear through the thick wall. The latch of the door wriggled slightly, before the door slowly creaked away from the wooden frame. As you snuck your head around the door cautiously, your worst fears you held for your friend seemed to have come true, indicated by the blank expression on her face. ‘Oh honey, were all here to support…’ you started before she interrupted you’re babbling. ‘I’m not ummm’, she hushed before flinging her arms around your neck. As confusion flooded your brain, you gave her a puzzling look, pushing her body gently away from yours. Why was she acting so grim when it was exactly what she wished for? ‘You, ugh. You are going to have to call Zayn’, she maintained her eyes fixed to the ground as she passed your test that had been pushed to the back of the bath empty bath tub. The test you had thought would be completely innocent.
Niall: ‘(y/n), I think it been long enough’, Niall anxiously pleaded. ‘Just lift the toilet paper off the stick’. Despite the voice on the screen anticipating so strongly for you to look at the result, you paced back and forth in the tiny perimeter of the bathroom. You stopped in front of the camera to look at Niall sitting in a hotel bed, somewhere in Spain, clenching his set of teeth. It was the stillest Niall had seen you for the last fifteen minutes, making him believe you were actually going to look at the result which revealed what the future might hold for the two of you. The butterflies kick started again meaning you were pacing again, which set Niall off. ‘Jesus Christ (y/n)! If you don’t look now I’m ending the call’, Niall threatened. Stopping in your tracks, your voice started to shake as you asked Ni, ‘What if it says I’m not pregnant. Maybe I’m just not meant to be a mum’. ‘Darling’, as long as I’m with you, we will make it work’.You slammed your eyes shut to cover your eyes from the result, and partly to attempt to contain the tears as you picked up the stick and held it in front of the camera. ‘Babe you are going to have to lower it, I can’t see it because of the glare’, Niall instructed, desperately searching for the two lines. As you lowered it you heard frustration growing in his voice, ‘Still can’t read it’. ‘Bloody hell’, you muttered under your breath, hoping Niall didn’t hear. Opening your eyes looking into the camera, you held the other hand over the test stick, shadowing it so Niall could see. In doing so, the two of you both managed to see the two lines plastered boldly on the screen, followed by a minutes silence as you and Niall sat stunned at what the two of you were seeing.
Harry: ‘Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow’, you yelped in pain until your boyfriend had set you back down, after grabbing you with his large hands and lifting you up by the waist. ‘I didn’t hurt you did I?’ Harry worriedly questioned. ‘Whenever I pick you up at home like that does it hurt?’ ‘No babe’, you reassuringly settled Harry’s nerves. ‘It’s only been sore the last couple of weeks. I probably was being a clutz and knocked it on the corner of the bench’, you tried to joke. ‘Were does it hurt?’ ‘Just around the front of the pubic bone a little bit. Thinking about it, I have been feeling a little bit bloated as well so I probably just have an upset stomach’, you tried to brush the topic away, but before you knew it Harry had bowed to his knees and was inspecting the bottom of your stomach, searching for any evidence of bruises. ‘Usually its (y/n) on her knees’, Gemma cheekily remarked as she stepped out from the kitchen of Harry’s parents place, after eating the breakfast the whole family sat up to. Rolling your eyes you slapped her arm, mumbling for her to be quiet. In the corner of your eye you caught Anne looking at your direction, with a curious look on her face. Harry must have seen the look to, as he suddenly became more concerned and asked her what. ‘Nothing’, she squeaked unconvincingly as she turned on her heels to walk away. …
Outstretched on the cozy recliner, you smiled as Harry followed his mum in after accompanying her to the local store. Flicking off the TV, you were just about to push your body of the seat, but Harry had knelt down to your eye level beside you and pushed a small package until your lap. ‘Oohh! A surprise. Lucky girl I am’, you squeaked. ‘What is it?’ ‘Mum wants you to take it’, he muttered quietly, hiding it from anyone else around. Slightly opening the top of the paper bag, you caught a glimpse of it. A pregnancy test.
Liam: Your clothes had all started to slowly grow huggier around your body. First of all you brushed it off, thinking you had maybe over indulged when Liam would take you to dine out, and you would just start visiting the gym more often. When you questioned Liam, he did the same thing, simply brushing it off. ‘I haven’t noticed babe’. But as the weeks past you grew more and more paranoid. ‘Thank you’, you smiled at Liam as he passed you a pen to fill out the registration form the two of you needed to fill out before you would start working away the extra pounds. ‘Seems like a cozy gym’, Liam commented, observing the surroundings. ‘The smell of body odour is making me nauseous though’, you remarked. ‘Well well well. I wouldn’t pick you to be the princess type’, Liam cheekily grinned. You were quick to respond, ‘Oh boy, you wait till where in the weights room. You won’t be seeing a princess then’.As you read down the list of compulsory questions one in particular caught your attention, sending your brain into a panic mode. No. You processed that simple question. Are you pregnant? Liam must have noticed that you were stuck on the question, ask he kiddingly asked ‘Oh don’t tell me that you just remembered you have “A history of heart disease” did you?’ You just remained silence. ‘Babe, I’m kidding’, Liam took back his earlier words. ‘(Y/n)?’ Unable to string together any words, you pointed your pen at the question, motioning to Liam to read the sentence that set your mind into frenzy. His voice was much calmer then you expected it to be. ‘You want to get out of here and drop by the pharmacy?’ ‘I think we might have to.’
Louis: ‘Babe, just do it!’ Louis nagged. ‘I will go first, or you could come with me if you’re just too chicken’. This boy knew you too well. Louis knew how to tug at the spontaneous streak you had, just to get his way. ‘Bloody hell’, you spat. ‘Come on then’. Louis’ expression grew a cheeky smirk, which you couldn’t help but giggle at. Your hand was gripped into his as he pulled your unenthusiastic body from the commotion of the local fair into the dark, ominous tent. The thought of ever going to a Psychic has never crossed your mind, even once, but here you were. ‘Take a seat you two’, a mouse brown haired, middle aged lady gestured empty seats for you to take your place in. You pulled the ten dollars out of your purse and placed it in the open crystal ball sitting on the table in front of the woman; ask Louis’ hand rested on your bare knee.‘You want to ask first’, Louis whispered into your ear. ‘I don’t know what to ask’, you admitted. Sitting there for a few moments your brain could only manage to rustle up a few ‘umms’ and ‘aahs’, as you pondered what your questioned you had wasted your money on. ‘Oh’, you started. ‘I guess I could ask you about these dreams I have been having’. The lady nodded her head, encouraging you to continue. ‘Well. I’ve been having these rather odd dreams lately. I seem to be running around our apartment’. You faced Louis. ‘Chasing after a small figure, and when I finally reach the small figure it turns out to look like what I happened to look like when I was younger. She then bows her head over some sort of olden, white silk cot’. You couldn’t help but giggle to yourself as you squeaked to Louis, ‘You must think I have turned mad’. ‘Have you been tired all the time?’ the women asked, causing you to divert your attention back to her. You nodded gently. ‘Aching feet?’ Everything she said was spot on. ‘Love, you don’t need a psychic, you need a doctor’, the woman sitting opposite to you smiled. ‘Sorry?’ Louis spoke on your behalf, wondering whether the lady had insulted you. ‘I’m not only a psychic, I’m a mum of four’, she informed you. ‘You are not mad sweetie. You’re pregnant’.
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