One Direction Preferences

You're Pregnant

Harry:

How He Finds Out: He had just returned from tour and let's just say you didn't waste any time with small talk. You found out about Baby Styles shortly after, and were sent into the happiest of panic, wondering how to tell Haz...

"Why are you so worried tonight? I'm off tour for the next year and a half! We'll be together for 18 months, Y/N." Harry asked after some more frenzied sex, his green eyes sparkling faintly within the moonlight. His arms pulled you closer and you smiled to yourself. "Harry? Do you think we could ever have a family? Y'know, with your career and all..." You exhaled and turned to face your boyfriend, who ran a hand through your hair as he smiled, nodding. "Of course I do. I think you'd be the best mother ever and I'd love to be a dad. Daddy Styles has a nice ring to it." he said, making you giggle as tears blurred your vision. "Y/N, why are you crying, love?" His eyebrows knitted together and you pressed your face into his bare chest. He said he wanted a family, why was this so damn hard? "Harry. I'm pregnant." You whisper, and he hugs you tight, loosening after a second. "Don't wanna squish the baby, heh." he smiled to himself and dried your tears with kisses.

The Delivery: The following May, you delivered healthy baby Darcy Anne Styles, 7 pounds 2 ounces. She was the most precious thing you'd ever seen, with brown curls and green eyes like her father but your nose and lips. Harry held your hand the whole time, eager to hold his 'little muffin.' All you could do now is pray that her 4 "uncles" would be gentle, God knows how they can be. "So, when's the wedding?" Harry joked playfully, as he caressed your hand lovingly. "Is this you proposing?" you giggle as you shift in your hospital bed. Harry smiles and fiddles with something in his pocket. He was proposing. That was a story for another day.

Louis:

How He Finds Out: It's your birthday, you're turning 22 this year. This would be the day you would tell Louis your big secret. "Louis?" you smiled at your lazy lover who was barely awake, as he stayed up to Skype you. It had to be at least 1 am where he was. He raised his eyebrows as if to ask 'What?' before actually asking, rubbing his sleepy blue eyes. "I've got something to tell you..." you bit your lip, here goes nothing. "Well, I kind of inferred that from you trying to catch my attention. Go for it." he smiled and so did you, even when he was tired, he always managed to think of something sassy. He held his title as Sass Master of Doncaster very well. "We're gonna have a Tiny Tommo." you smiled wide, looking down at your tummy then back to him for his reaction. He was silent at first which worried you. 'Oh god, he doesn't want it...' you thought, but just as that sunk in, Louis screamed. "TINY TOMMOOOOOOO!? I'M GONNA BE DADDY TOMMO!" he yelled and you had to shush him, giggling. He smiled wide and jumped in place, making you laugh harder. "Louis, shut the hell up!" Niall said from Lou's end. "Niall, I'm gonna be a daddy!" your fiance shouted, clearly not being able to get enough of the title. "Shit, Lou. that's awesome. Hi, Y/N, congrats." Niall waved at you, now on screen. You waved back before Niall continued chastising Louis about how some people like to sleep at 1 am. "Sweetie, we can chat in the morning, get some sleep and let them sleep, okay? I love you, babe. Bye, Niall!" you blew Louis a farewell kiss and he grinned. He told you he loved you more and let Niall say bye before ending the call.

The Delivery: In September, twins Lucas Isaiah and Gabriella Jane Tomlinson arrived, healthy and happy. The boys took some time off to visit you and the babies in the hospital. In the midst of the babies being passed around and cuddled, you noticed Louis pouting. "What's wrong, babe?" you asked, sitting up, concerned. "Why didn't you name Luke, Louis Jr?" he jokes, returning to his bubbly self. You laugh, shaking your head. Seeing Louis with the babies, kissing and cooing at them, reminds you why you love him in the first place. And there's no one you'd rather love.

Liam:

How he finds out: You had just returned from Liam's birthday-vacation in Corfu, Greece where Liam gave you something to celebrate. It was the first time you had sex with Liam and it was every bit as blissful as you imagined. He didn't bother with condoms because it was a heat of the moment thing, so there was always that worry of pregnancy. Liam always wanted a baby and he was more than excited to start trying for one as soon as you married him, since he was an old fashioned type of guy. But, that all went out the window as soon as the moment struck. Now you would never tell Li, but truthfully, being a mother scared you to death. You had always thought kids were okay but you never expected to have one yourself. The stick confirmed it though, you would be. Here comes the easy part: Tell Liam. "Hey, Liiiiii-am?" you called from the bathroom, sitting by the toilet. He pokes his head in with a concerned look, and you wave him in. "Everything okay, babe?" he stands over you and you look up at him, handing him your pregnancy test. Liam's jaw drops and he smiles wide. "Y/N this is amazing! I gotta tell the guys, and my family, and your family.." he trailed off excitedly, you could practically see the wheels turning in his head about what had to be done before Baby Payne got here. "Liam...I'm scared." you choked out and he sat next to you, holding you and gently rocking you back and forth. "Don't be scared, baby...don't be scared." he whispered into your hair, letting you cry into his T-shirt.

The Delivery: With Liam at your side, you prematurely gave birth to a sweet little one you called Wesley. He was underweight, weighing in at only 4 pounds, but other than that, baby Wes seemed healthy. Seemed. His immune system wasn't developed completely and he was too small to support himself. Wes required constant care and Life Support to assist with breathing. He lived like that for three days before passing away... You were destroyed for the months following, Liam took time off to care for you. He never showed it, staying strong for your sake, but this was the hardest time of his life. You two never tried again.

Niall

How He Finds Out: You and Niall had officially been together for three years. Three blissful years. As was tradition on your anniversary, you two went out to Nandos for dinner. Niall didn't know but you had a surprise planned for this night. You spoke with the manager of Nandos, and he agreed to your plan: The waiter slipped him a sonogram of your newest addition while you 'went to the bathroom', secretly taping the whole thing. Niall's reaction was priceless, this was the happiest you had ever seen him. You already knew the gender of your child, a baby girl was in your future. "Ni, we're gonna have a baby girl!" you exclaimed as you left your hiding spot, the people in the restaurant cheered and congratulated you both. He looked stunned and excited, tears filling both of your eyes as he hugged you tight. "Y/N. I love you so much." His Irish accent was shaky from crying. "I love you too, Ni." you smiled, the waiter seating you as if on cue.

The Delivery: A healthy baby girl turned out to be a boy! Jacqueline Amelia became Jack Anthony Horan, who arrived at 10:06 on the morning of July 3rd. Niall chose not to stick around for the birth but as soon as the wait was over, he rushed in to hold him. Niall kissed you sweetly, telling you how proud and happy he was. "He's beautiful..." you smile and Niall nods, before breaking out in a loud laugh. Baby Jack was a flatulent one. "Just like his daddy..great." you sigh, kissing both Jack and Niall.

Zayn

How He Finds Out: "Zayn?" you take a bite of the nachos and look at your friend. Zayn had been your friend for years but you two were never romantically involved. Intimacy was another thing, you'd hooked up more than a few times. And now you were pregnant as a result. You had to tell him, scared of how he would take it. Would he accept it and be by your side? Doubtable. Zayn hates kids. "Yeah, Y/N?" he looked at you as he swallowed a nacho. You hesitated before finally blurting out that you were pregnant. Zayn choked. "Is it...mine?" he asked after recovering, you nodded. "Shit..." he covered his face with his hands. Fighting tears, you got up to leave. He didn't move or ask you to stay, so you didn't.

The Delivery: Zayn kept in touch but you both agreed that you'd be better apart. In the third trimester, you found another man to raise a baby with. A few weeks later, baby Oliver Malik was born. Zayn visited you at the hospital and offered you support which you declined. He would either be there 100% or not at all.