Harry: Terror is pounding through your body as the doctor pulls up your hospital issue paper gown, settling between your spread legs. One of Harry's hands is holding both of yours, the other brushing your hair back from your face. He murmurs reassurance as the doctor performs an internal exam, trying to keep you calm, though the fear in his green eyes is a dead giveaway. Both of you knew that your pregnancy was high risk but neither of you had ever really considered the possibility of losing the baby. So when you'd awoken with heavy cramps and bleeding, you both panicked. The doctor stands and lowers the gown, looking relieved. "Your baby's fine," she reassures with a smile, "you're suffering from breakthrough bleeding, but your baby is just fine."
Liam: Both of you are silent as the clock ticks slowly, a mixture of fear, anxiousness and excitement swirling through your veins. Liam's thigh and arm are pressed against yours, the warmth seeping into your body. He's so close that you can feel his legs bouncing quickly in nervousness. You link your fingers together and squeeze tightly, earning a small smile from him. Leaning forward, he presses his lips to your forehead quickly. The alarm on your phone chimes loudly and you shake his hold to sprint into the bathroom, ignoring his reprimands and request for you to wait. Picking up the plastic stick, your breath escapes your chest, the powerful flood of emotions almost knocking you off your feet. Double blue lines. "Liam, I'm pregnant!" you scream happily.
Louis: "I just," you sigh deeply, letting your head fall into your hands, "I don't get it, Lou. We've been doing this for two years. Nothing's worked." Your breathing catches as Louis begins to rub your back, his other hand on your knee. "And it's not even like w-we have bad genes or anything like that. Why c-can't we have a baby? We d-don't deserve t-this, Louis. We're not bad p-people." Tears slip down your cheeks as you fall silent, sobs shaking your body. He leans forward and presses kisses to your shoulders, knowing there's nothing he can say to ease your pain or his. You know that all you can do is continue to try and hope that some deity is on your side, and continue to push through the obstacles you have to face.
Niall: Tears slip steadily down your cheeks as the doctor speaks evenly, more than likely used to women breaking down in his office. He says something you don't hear before he stands and leaves. Your head falls into your hands as you sob, despair and anger filling the hole in your chest. Soft hands wrap around your wrists, gently prying your hands apart before gentle fingers wipe away the salty droplets. "Baby, please don't cry," Niall whispers, crouching in front of you. "We'll be okay. I know we've been trying for ages, but at least now we know. I still love you, baby, I'm not going anywhere. Don't deny that you were thinking that - I know you were. I don't hate you. I don't blame you. There are other ways to have children, love. We just have to look into it, okay?"
Zayn: It's quiet in the doctor's office as you both await the gynaecologist's return. The thin paper covering on the uncomfortable patient bed crinkles as you shift, looking towards Zayn. He looks scared, brows drawn downwards and lips pursed. His expression reflects the feelings twisting in your stomach perfectly. After four false alarms, the both of you were hesitant to hear the results of your latest exam - wanting more than anything to hear a positive answer, but terrified all the same. As the door swings open and reveals your doctor, he stands and moves forward, taking your hands in his. A smile splits the doctor's face as she tells you the test was positive, causing a strong wave of excitement to roll through your body, while Zayn sighs in relief.
