One Directon Preferences

You're pregnant but he doesn't want to keep the baby (Part 1)

Harry: Lately in the morning you’ve been getting sick, but you brushed it off thinking it was the flu or some other sickness going around. Being pregnant wasn’t even a concern to you because you and Harry always used protection. He’s told you many times that he wanted kids, but he wasn’t even close to being ready. It was Monday morning, which meant you had to get up and get ready for work. Your alarm started playing loud against your ear. Slamming your hand against the off button you slowly get out of bed, feeling a bit dizzy. You walked over to your closet to get dressed when you fell to your knees. Crawling over to the bathroom, you knelt over the toilet, emptying your stomach. Clenching your belly, you stumbled to your feet, gripping onto the counter. You turned on the cold water and splashed your face, trying to cool yourself down. You ignored the incident and got ready for work as usual. Once you were ready you got in the car and drove to your office. Today, like any other day, you grabbed a quick breakfast on the way to work. You got to your desk, which was right next to your good friend, (Y/F/N). Once you sat down, you found yourself on your knees, hunched over the trashcan. “Oh my god, (Y/N). Are you okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine. That’s been happening lately, I think it’s just the flu or something.” “Hon, I’m not so sure it’s a sickness. Have you taken a pregnancy test?” “God no. I’m not pregnant, I mean I can’t be pregnant. It’s impossible.” Once you had your lunch break your friend forced you to at least try a pregnancy test, so you both headed over to the nearest pharmacy. After buying the test you both run into a bathroom. “Okay, how long does it say to wait?” You called over the stall door. “3 minutes.” The minutes felt like hours. “(Y/N), You can look now.” You took a deep breath, taking slow steps over to the small white stick that was about to determine your future. You closed your eyes and picked it up. “Wha-what does the plus sign mean?” The tears flooded your eyes. You weren’t even standing anymore. Lying flat against the ground, your friend tried helping your to your feet, but you felt too weak. Finally managing to stand on your own, you leaned against the cold counter, staring at your reflection, hands around your stomach. “How do I tell Harry,” you whispered quietly.

Niall: You were out at dinner with your mom for her birthday. “(Y/N) Are you okay? You haven’t really been yourself this whole dinner. ” “Yeah, I’m fine. I, I just have something to tell you. Mom, I took a pregnancy test today and it came out positive.” You felt ashamed of yourself. You and Niall had always taken precautions when it came to sex. You weren’t positive how this happened but it did. “Oh, I’m going to have grand babies. I’m so happy for you sweetie. This is the best birthday present I could ask for! Have you told Niall yet? I’m sure he’s thrilled” “No I haven’t had the chance to sit down and talk to him about it yet. But i’m hoping he’ll be home later tonight.” “Honey, I’m so happy for you. My babies is going to experience the most magical thing that happens to woman. Trust me, the labor pains will be terrible, but it’ll be worth it when you get to hold your child in your arms for the first time.” You started tearing up thinking about it. You had really hoped Niall would be as excited as your mother was, but you weren’t so sure on how he would react. Niall likes going out and drinking. You knew in the back of your head that you couldn’t bring a child into a home where the father always went out drinking, which meant he would have to ease back on it, but for Niall it wasn’t as easy as it sounded. You paid for dinner and said goodbye to your mom. Once arriving back at your flat you saw a note laying on the table. “Went out with the boys. Be home later. Tell your mom I said happy birthday. Love you babe, -Niall” You threw the note down and rushed over to the couch in tears. You just couldn’t believe he was going out again. You ended up passing out from crying, when you were awaken by someone walking through the door. “Oh sorry princess, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” “Niall, we need to talk. You can’t be going out every night getting drunk. Why can’t you stay home with me for one night. I texted you today telling you that we really needed to talk.” “First of all, I don’t go out drinking every night. Am I drunk now? Exactly, no. And you can’t tell me what I can and can’t do. I’ll get wasted every night if I please. Second of all, I never got a single damn text from you today, so don’t blame me for your stupidity.” Even though you were frustrated, the tears still managed to find their way from your eyes. “Fuck you Niall Horan. If this is how you treat your god damn pregnant girlfriend then maybe I was wrong about you.” You screamed at him, falling to your knees. Niall stood there in silence, until you heard the door slam. Looking up from your tear stained sweater, you saw that Niall had stormed out without saying where he was going. You crawled into bed, not getting out for anything.