one direction preferences / imagines

you give birth but don't make it

Harry - "Here, Harry." Harry takes a long stare at the tiny bundle of joy wrapped in a blue towel. For Harry, he isn't 'the tiny bundle of joy'. The love of his life died because of pain and the inner demon inside of him is making him believe that it's the child's fault. But Harry only slams the door on his face and pushes back all the cruel thoughts. Harry wipes the tears that has fallen before craddling his son in his arms. "Hey, little guy." He starts, one arm supporting the whole body of the baby and his one finger lightly traces his son's face. His features soften in hearing a soft, gently noise coming from his child. "I'll.. I'll name you Jaxon. Baby Jax." He stutters. "It's just you and me, okay? Mummy went off to have a rest." He sighs. "A long, long rest."

Louis - Louis stares at the beautiful baby girl wrapped in a towel through the glass and into the room where they keep their babies. He can't stop replaying the most memorable (both in the good and the bad way) in his entire life; the birth of his first daughter, and the death of the love of his life. His mind suddenly jumps to future things. What would happen if a year came by? And what should I celebrate? My wife's death anniversary or my baby girl's birthday? Hell, it's so much tougher than he thought. He shakes the thought out of his head as he places a soft palm on the glass, as if he can actually reach the baby. Above her head is a paper where her information is in. Name, birth, parents. Sam. Sam Tomlinson.

Niall - "Niall! Come out of there!" Harry knocks on the door of Niall's bedroom quite harshly. It's been days and the boys had been getting tired of how Niall was acting. "Go away, Harry." Niall groans. Harry barges in, loosening some of the hinges of the door on the process. He pulls Niall up by his arm and shakes him alive. "Niall! Snap out of this! You're being such an idiot right noe!" "She died, Harry! What would you feel if that happened to you?!" Niall screams back. "You being all depressed because of her dying is understandable, Niall, but refusing to be the father of your first child is crossing the line. It's unnecessary and stupid." Harry scolds Niall, holding him by his shoulders. "When you have a child, you become a father and you better act like one." Harry shakes Niall once more and Niall's face falls with realization.

Liam - "Okay, Luisa. This is your new home." Liam tries to hold his baby girl securely in one arm while the other one is carrying three bags. He sighd in relief as he drops the bags, focusing on his daughter more. "It's empty without your Mummy around." He sighs in sadness, looking straight at her daughter's eyes which reminded him of you. So many you. "But we can live, right? Mummy would be so proud of the both of us." Liam hugs her, her head snuggling on the crook of his neck. "For starters, it would be just you and me. No one else, okay babygirl?" Liam walks over to the kitchen and manages to make a bottle of milk with one hand for your baby. Hopefully, he'll keep up.

Zayn - "Keep that away from me." Zayn growls at his mother as she tries to hand him baby Monica. His mother's face falls with sadness but she understands that he couldn't cope with your death yet. Not like this. "Zayn , please. You're only saying things out of anger." She softly says, sitting beside Zayn. "Just hold her." Zayn dares to look at the baby and after a few seconds his face begins to soften up at the sight of his beautiful girl. He stares back at his mother, his eyes filling with tears that are full of guilt. "I'm sorry." "It's okay, honey. It's okay. I understand." His mother nods understandingly. "C-Can I hold her, Mum?" He asks timidly. "Of course, sweetheart." She carefully hands Zayn the baby and he holds on, feeling a new wave of protectiveness and love as a father.