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A one night stand turns into a pregnancy

Harry: After the night you had you wondered if he’d even remember your name or what you looked like. A drunken night had turned into a baby, growing inside your belly, the baby of none other than Harry Styles. You didn’t know how to reach him but you could only hope that the hotel you were at was the right one, calling his name as he headed back up to his room. When he turned around his brow furrowed, making you think he didn’t remember, but his words told different. “Hey, what are you doing here?” He asks, pulling you in for a quick hug. “We need to talk.” You reply, the seriousness in your tone making him allow you to his room just as he had the night you had sex. He seems impatient as you go through what you’d been doing since you last saw him, ending with the reason why you were there, his face completely losing color at the news, a shock for you both as a baby wasn’t in your plan, the product of your one night stand.

Louis: There had been speculation in the papers. After being seen out with Louis on the night you were together, leaving his home the next morning, you expected for the media to tire of you. It seemed as though they did, until you were spotted heading into the clinic the next month, someone keeping tabs on you to see if you were still seeing Louis, none of them knowing you hadn’t had contact with him since that night. The next photos of you were of your belly, growing with the time that passed, the media making the connections and assumptions before Louis finally called you, wanting to know if the baby was in fact his, a confirmation on the phone that had already made it to the headlines without even your word.

Niall: You hadn’t been able to reach him, nor were you sure you wanted to tell him. You didn’t think he would or would want to be a part of your child’s life. With only a night shared between you, he may not have even believed when you told him that you were carrying his baby. Still, you had to try. You went to where he was, hoping there wouldn’t be a crowd of fans to witness your reunion with the guy who you’d slept with. Thankfully there was only a small gathering of girls, Niall stopping to speak to people, smiling as he didn’t even realize he was placing his hands on your belly, only being drawn to your steadily growing stomach. “Is it a boy or a girl?” He finally looked up at you, eyes wide as he realized who you were. “I don’t know yet but we need to talk.” You kept your voice low enough so that only he would hear, instantly letting him know that the baby you were carrying was his.

Liam: You never wanted him to know. As a fan you read stories like this all the time. Girl gets pregnant. Girl keeps the child from the father. Girl finally tells him. Happily ever after for them all. You knew this would never be the case. You’d done it all on your own so far and you intended to keep it that way. You’d gone to the parenting classes, gone through childbirth, and had been raising your son for nearly two years when you ran into Liam again. You thought after one night he’d forget but Liam never forgot your face. He smiled as soon as he saw you, hugging you a little too tight. “You had a baby. Wow, what’s his name?” He asked, smiling down at your son. “Actually his name’s Liam.” You replied, regretting telling the truth immediately as he brow furrowed, growing more curious. “How old is he?” He asked, your silence a small confirmation that he was his child even with the millions of questions filling his mind. The only one he could think of at that moment. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Zayn: He answered on the last ring, his voice groggy and letting you know he was still in bed. “Yeah?” He said. You almost kept quiet but you managed to speak, your voice shaky from nerves. “Zayn, this is (Y/N). We met a few weeks ago.” You spoke. He was silent for a moment. “Yeah, I remember.” He replied, sounding uninterested. “I think we need to meet up again. Can I see you today?” You asked, hopeful since he at least remembered you. “I don’t think so babe. I’m just really busy right now so I don’t know when I’ll have the chance or anything.” You knew he was only making excuses not to see you, not knowing that the test in your hand would change both of your lives. After trying to convince him to meet a couple more times you had no choice but to tell the truth, knowing he couldn’t refuse you and your child, blurting. “Zayn, I’m pregnant.”