One Directon Preferences

You And Him Tell The Boys You're Pregnant

Louis: "You've been buzzing and smiling ear to ear nearly all day!" Liam points out, nudging Louis' shoulder. "Yeah, mate. Tell us what's got you so dazed!" Niall calls out, pausing the movie that'd been idly playing in the background. Louis looks over at you as if asking for permission to tell and you give him a shy nod. He protectively pulls you closer, his arm gently snaking around your waist as the four boys perch on the edges of their seats for the news. "C'mon! Tell!" Harry protests, pounding his fist on a pillow with anticipation. "Well, mates," he beams, looking at you and then to the four sets of eyes trained on him. "(Y/N) is pregnant!" The boys' eyes widen in surprise and their faces fill with excitement. "That's fantastic!" Harry jumps up and kisses both you and Louis on the cheek. "Congrats, man," Zayn pats Louis' shoulder and gingerly pats yours. "How long have you known?" Liam adds, eyeing your purposely baggy sweatshirt. "A few months...but today we found out the gender," Louis adds, kissing your cheek and your belly. 

Niall: "Aw, can we tell them? Please?" Niall asks excitedly, hopping up and down like a kid asking for a toy they really want from the store. "It's the perfect time! All of our family and our friends are here in one place." He gestures towards the dining room set with autumn hues and all your family and friends. Thanksgiving was at your house this year and you and Niall were glad to open up your home for the whole gathering. You glance down at your barely-showing stomach with the plaid apron tied around the front and decide he's right. "Fine," you decide, untying your apron and nodding towards the turkey. "Carve the turkey and then after we'll tell 'em." His face brightens and he kisses your cheek, carrying the turkey to the huge dining room table. "Now we feast!" Louis exclaims, draping his arm over Harry and your mother in a friendly way. After the turkey has been cut and everything had been plated and passed around, Niall clears his throat and gives you a wink. "So, uh...we've got something we'd like to announce to all of ya," he gives your hand a squeeze and every set of eyes around the table trains on you to. "I'm pregnant," you say finally, earning a few gasps and audible clangs of forks as they drop to their respective plates. "Aw, honey!" your mom jumps up and cheerfully wraps you and Niall in a hug. "Congratulations," a bunch of people chorus, your uncle proposing a toast. "To (Y/N), Niall and future baby Horan!" Maura calls out, shooting you and her son a loving look. "I'll toast to that!" "Toast!" "Cheers!" the boys call out, jumping up to wrap you and Niall in a group hug. 

Harry: "We have to tell them soon," you pout, glancing down at your ever-growing tummy. "I can't keep hiding behind baggy clothes. I'm surprised the paps haven't noticed yet." Harry frowns and then looks at your belly with a smile, gently placing his hands over yours. "You're right...I just kind of liked it being just our secret...once they know, it'll surely get out to the press...I worry about you and little Styles," he sighs, kissing your stomach and then your forehead. "I know, babe." Both you and Harry's parents knew, but they'd promised not to tell until you two were ready. It seemed like right now--right before a concert was the perfect time where it was just you, Harry and the boys. "Guys? Can you come into my dressing room for a sec?" he peers his head into the main room backstage nervously and four slightly-concerned boys come trotting into the small space. He shuts the door behind them and locks it, letting out a breath of anticipation. "You guys okay?" Liam asks, his brow furrowed with concern. "Everything good?" Louis adds, leaning his chin on his palm. "Everything is good--actually, better than good," Harry replies, revealing a dimple and the crinkles by his eyes. You shoot him a smile and he nods, giving you permission to go on. "Boys," you begin, looking around at the circle. Harry wraps his arm around your waist and you lean your head on his shoulder. "We're going to have a baby." Cheers erupt from the room but you both quickly shush them. "Try to keep it quiet for now, all right?" They all nod and jump up, wrapping Harry in hugs and you in gently hugs, careful of your stomach. "I'm so happy for you guys," Zayn smiles, kissing you and Harry on the cheek. "It's gonna be the best lookin' baby out there," Niall laughs, patting your shoulder lovingly. 

Liam: "All right, why are we here?" Louis asks suspiciously, draping his legs over Zayn's lap on the sofa and eyeing the dim room. You and Liam had gathered the boys in the basement away from the party that'd been going on upstairs in honor of the great success of their third album. "What are we doing down here?" Harry asks, his eyes filled with concern as he squeezes onto the love-seat beside Niall. Liam's smile is ear-to-ear and he's tapping his foot and drumming his fingers on his lap. You place your hand over his and he stops, mumbling an apology--but you don't mind...you were excited, too. "We have some news, but we want to try to keep it...quiet for as long as we can," you begin, instinctively placing your hand over your stomach. "Oh! (Y/N)! Are you pregnant?" Niall calls out, then quickly covers his mouth as if he hadn't mean to ruin the surprise or falsely accuse you of being so. "She is! I'm gonna be a dad!" Liam calls out, jumping out of his seat with a grin. "Ay! I knew he'd be the first daddy of One Direction," Louis grins, walking over and wrapping his arms around you and Liam. "That's amazing," Harry smiles, giving you and Liam kisses on your cheeks. "You two are going to be great parents." Zayn nods and gives you both a bright smile. "Dibs on being a godparent!" "You can't call dibs!" Niall protests, crossing his arms. "I want to be a god parent!" Louis calls out, raising his hand. "How about me?" Harry frowns, shaking his head. "Oh God," Liam whispers to you, shaking his head with a faint smile. "This is going to be wild." 

Zayn: The doorbell rings, jolting you out of a slumber. You'd been feeling sick and tired since you'd found out about the pregnancy and Zayn had missed a few work commitments to stay home with you, making sure you were comfortable and safe. Since you two had found out you'd both been blissful and Zayn had been extra protective and worried about you. You'd told both of your parents but not the boys yet. "Aw, I'm sorry, babe," Zayn frowns as you move from your position across his lap. You'd both been sleeping ever since he'd called Paul and said you and him would be missing the red carpet event that night. "Who the heck could it be?" you mumble groggily, smoothing down your sweatpants and self-consciously toying with your hair. "You look beautiful," he assures you, kissing your cheek and getting up to the door. "Aye!" he exclaims, after he opens the door to four familiar faces. "Paul said you guys were sick!" Niall declares, brandishing a greasy bag of take-out. "You've been missing lots of stuff lately," Liam frowns, waving a box of tissues. "We brought food, tissues and fun," Louis smiles, him and Harry carrying some DVDs. "I'm not sick," Zayn tells them, ushering them into your house. "(Y/N) has been a bit...under the weather lately but..." He looks over at you biting his lip and you nod, deciding now is as good a time as any. "You guys, don't you have a red carpet event tonight?" you suddenly remember their commitment and Harry plops down on the sofa with a shrug, gingerly patting your arm. "We cancelled, no big deal. We were worried about Zayn--and you. We haven't seen you in a long time and Zayn is always really worried about you when we're all at the studio." You smile at his caring attitude and the other boys join him, plopping down on the couches and the carpet. "Guys, I think it's time we told you..." Zayn trails off and you nod, reaching out and placing your hand over his. "The reason I've been...kind of sick lately...it's because....I'm pregnant," you say finally, the boys' eyes widen in shock. "No way! Congratulations!" Louis jumps up first, wrapping you both in a hug. "Aw, that's awesome," Liam beams, offering a nod. "I'm glad you're not actually sick or anything....this is so exciting!" Niall adds.