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Finding out you're pregnant

Louis: The nausea you've had for the past week was enough to tell you something was up. Every time you smell the Yorkshire tea Louis makes for you every morning, you gag and rush to the bathroom. Louis has noticed the same behavior in you recently and as if the two of you were on the same page, you two rushed to the local pharmacy to grab a test. Why not confirm all of your suspicions? You pace the bathroom floor as you wait for the timer on your phone to go off. Louis is doing your exact same actions as you are in the bedroom. As the timer goes off you peer to the sink counter to look. The two lines are prominent and you squeal before happy dancing. Now to tell Lou. 

Liam: You hadn't been feeling right at work all day. Your back hurt and you've had constant headaches that refused to go away no matter how many pain killers you popped into your mouth. You decided not to worry Liam, but called up your doctor so that you could see what's going on. You pulled into the doctor's office and walked in; sitting into the waiting room till your name was called. "Y/N" The nurse smiled. You walked in and they handed you a cup to pee in. After handing the cup back, you're talking to the doctor about how you've been feeling when a nurse interrupts you and pulls the doctor away. Minutes later she comes back with a smile, "Y/N, you're pregnant" 

Niall: You're going about your morning as Niall's at the studio. You're dancing around the kitchen singing to your ipod as you're texting your friend about making plans for later in the week. As you go to look at the calender to see when you're free, you drop your phone. You're late. As in you haven't had your period. You stop everything you're doing and rush out the door. You get to the nearest pharmacy and grab three different tests, paying for them quickly and running out. You get back to the apartment and sprint to the bathroom taking all of the tests. You put the timer on your phone and sit on the floor, the tests scattered around you. When the timer goes off you look down at all the tests. All positive. You grab you're phone and text Niall. 'I've got some news for you when you get home' 

Harry: You have so tired lately. Walking up the steps can take all the energy out of you. You can barely keep your eyes open at work and you pass out when you sit on the couch. Harry's been overly worried about you because he's never seen you so tired. At first you shrug it off, telling him you've been overly busy at work. But as time went on, you were falling asleep everywhere and Harry decided to take you to the doctors. He held your hand as the doctor drew some blood. The two of you waited as the doctor got the result from the lab. Every single possibility of things that could be wrong with you. A half an hour later, the doctor walks back in, your results in her hand and a smile on her face. "Well, Y/N you're perfectly healthy and so is your baby" 

Zayn: You literally cannot stop eating pickles. The funny part of this is that you hate pickles. Like you absolutely despise pickles and would not eat them for all the money in the world. Now it seems like one of the only things you will eat. Zayn's noticed the sudden change one night when he comes through the door from rehearsal. "Babe, what are you eating?" He laughs walking closer to you. "Pickles" You replied with your mouth full. "You hate pickles" He points out. "I know, but I've been craving them" You shrug. Zayn licks his lips and walks closer. "Craving something you hate? Isn't that one of those pregnancy symptoms?" He ask nonchalantly. You open your mouth to reply, but thinking about what he said, all of the signs were pointing to pregnancy. Your period was spotted, you're tired and achy. "Z, I think I'm pregnant."