One Direction Preferences

#8 - Finding out you might be pregnant

Niall: You smile up at the roof, still heavily breathing from the…uh…extra-curricular activities you and Niall just did. You hear the door creak open and you hug the sheets to your chest as you peer at Niall standing in the doorway. He looked nervously, and extremely uncomfortable. “What’s wrong?” You ask quickly as he waddles over and sits on the edge of the bed, a towel wrapped around his waist. “I shouldn’t…uh…nothing” he looked away beadily and rubs the back of his neck, one hand still clutching at the towel. “What is it, Niall?” You grow suddenly more anxious and worried that something was wrong with you. Or the…performance. “Did I do something wrong?” You question awkwardly. “No! No, Y/N, it wasn’t you! You were…brilliant…but the…erm….it might’ve broken” he mumbles, almost incoherently. “Wait, what might’ve broken…your—” “No, no, not that! The condom” He says quickly. You feel your mouth drop open as all the endless thoughts rush through your head. We’re you pregnant? Was a little baby boy or girl beginning to grow inside of you any time now. You had no idea what pregnancy was?! You know, you had some clues but you definitely weren’t ready to bare a child! Especially with the guy you’ve been dating for only a couple of years! “Y/N…Y/N!” Niall snaps his fingers in front of your eyes to pull you out of your daydream. “Yeah?” “What are you thinking?” he slides closer to you and sits next to your crossed legs on the bed. “I’m thinking that if what your saying is true…then I might be….pregnant. And in which case that means that i’m having a child. Your child…so really, what do you think about all this?” your hands start to shake when the thought of what could possibly happen runs through your mind. “Well, if you ask me, I think we could handle it” He says softly, slipping one of his hands into yours and squeezing it reassuringly, “I mean, we love each other, we’re committed…maybe either way this wouldn’t be such a bad thing”. “But your still recording in the studios and your new album is coming out and your touring and it’ll just be this big mess and i’m not sure I even want kids” you were immediately shut up when Niall reached over and smashed his lips onto yours. You slide your hand to the back of his neck, keeping him closer for a moment until you break apart. “But, you know, people change” you mumble and lean forward, kissing his lips once again.

Louis: “So, do you want eggs or pancakes or….anything you want really?” Louis offered from perching on the side of your bed. You rolled over and tried to get comfortable again. You’d spent the whole previous night being sick in the bathroom and you had no idea why. You were sure it could just be your period coming around again but you were so sure you period came, or was supposed to come, almost sixteen days ago. You groan, the thought of food just disgusting you. “I want nothing, I want to feel better” You mumble and pull the sheets over your head. “Aww, babe” Louis chuckles and slides right up next to you, pressing the back of his hand against your forehead. “I’ll make a run to the general store…do you need anything? Tampons or…?” he says, kneeling up and grabbing his coat. “No, my period was supposed to come last week, you know that!”. You watch as Louis freezes on the spot. He was looking off into one of the corners of the room as a shocked look splashed across his face. “Lou? Whats wrong?” you sit upright, feeling woozy and lightheaded. “Did you say you were meant to get your period last week?”. You nod and he runs a hand through his hair stressfully. “And you’ve been throwing up all night?”. You nod again. “Y/N, do you—do you think you might be pregnant?” he whispers. Your blood runs cold, your fingertips turn numb, you feel like throwing up ten times as much as you did before. “Shit, Lou” You put your head in your hands, feel your face grow hot and beads of sweat press up to your forehead. “Don’t worry, babe, it’s probably a false alarm…i’ll run to the store…and get a test?” he offers and you just nod, not trusting to use your words just yet. Minutes later Louis rushes back into the room after leaving, a pregnancy box in his hands and his hair all ruffled up whilst he panted. “Here” he set the box in your hands as you stood up, dragging yourself over to the bathroom. You quickly read the instructions on the box and follow them exactly, wanting the perfect and precise results. You put it on the bench’s counter and walked out to see Louis’s sitting precariously on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. “Lou?” you call and he looks up quickly. “What does it say? Are you pregnant? Will you be okay?” He questions immediately and stand up, putting his hands on your arms. “Lou, I have to wait two minutes and what would you do if I was…pregnant?”. “Well,” Louis smiles slightly and takes your hand, “I would be sort of….happy? I mean, we’re committed to each other, we know everything about each other. I love you, you love me…I think we’d be perfect parents! If it’s a boy I could like, I could teach him football and soccer and—-” “If it’s a girl I can teach her to paint or decorate” you say excitedly and Louis nods, pulling you back to sit down on the bed. “A-and the godfather can be Harry—” “Well..” You shook your head and he nodded understandingly. “Your right….Liam can be the godfather and Danielle can be the godmother…I think I might be able to take a few weeks of tour or maybe you guys could come with us. He can be home-schooled but I guess….none of that really matters”. “Lou—” “ I know, I know, we can probably arrange some time for—” “No, I mean, it’s been two minutes” You leap up and run to the bathroom, grabbing in your hand something that will decide your entire future. “What does it say?” Louis walks up to you. You stare down at the test and frown. Louis reads your expression and sighs disappointingly. “I’m sorry, Y/N” he mumbles. “Lou, i’m so sorry but….WE’RE HAVING A BABY!”