Harry: “Harry… Haz” you say softly, shaking your husband until he’s slowly waking. “Wha… waz wrong?” he mumbles, rubbing his eyes and you smile. “It’s time” you say simply, watching as he rolls out of bed. “Like, time-time? No Braxton hicks?” he asks, pulling on a pair of black athletic shorts and you nod. “Well, unless I just pissed myself then yes, it’s time-time” you say and he smiles. You get yourself ready while he runs around, grabbing your bag before heading downstairs. You sit against the end of the bed as he slams the garage door and you chuckle. “I’m so sorry baby… I’m just, excited” he apologizes, running back up the stairs to help you down the stairs. You stop a few times on your way to the Land Rover, Harry rubbing your back as you breathe through your contractions.
Liam: You shift on your feet, pressing your fingers into your side as a pain shoots through your pregnant stomach. You take a deep breath, breathing through the pain until it’s passed. Liam looks down at you, setting his hand on your back while looking at you with concerned eyes. “You alright love?” he asks and your eyes widen. “I think… I’m in labor” you gasp, bending over as another contractions washes over you. “Like… right now?” he asks and you glare at him. “No, like tomorrow… yes, right now!” you hiss. He looks around, passing the bag of popcorn he’d just bought to another patron before leading you back to the car. He grips your hand as he drives towards the hospital, thankful that he’d decided to put your go-bag in the car that morning. “@real_liam_payne: looks like me and the lady are going to be having a baby real soon #babydirectionontheway”
Niall: “Niall… we have to go” you say, tugging on his hand from your spot in the arena chair at the football game. “Babes, the game isn’t even over yet” Niall chuckles but you shake your head. “We have to go now,” you say again and he furrows his brows at you, arms crossed across his chest from watching the Arsenal game. “I’m in labor, my waters just broke” you explain, gripping his hand when he reaches for yours. He helps you up and leads you through the row, Preston at your side as he helps the two of you towards the car. Preston drives while Niall sits with you in the back seat, breathing with you as your contractions start coming closer together.
Louis: “Lou!!!” you shout from the kitchen. “Yeah love?” he answers from the living room. “My water just broke,” you say looking down with wide eyes. “Shit are you serious?” he says running into the kitchen. “Yeah, I’m serious.” “Okay, well, um. I know we’ve gone over what we’re supposed to do in this situation, but I honestly don’t remember any of it.” He admits. “Just drive me to the hospital, Lou.” You say as calmly as possible. As you drive to the hospital the pain in your lower stomach begins to worsen and your flinching starts to worry him. “You alright love? We’re almost there.” He says grabbing your hand. “Good.” Is all you can get out before the pain is back. Lou runs in to the lobby, almost leaving you behind. “Yes my girlfriend is having a baby we need help, now!” he shouts at the lady at the front desk. You walk up, pushing him aside. “Tomlinson.” You simply say to her wincing in pain. “Yes Mrs. Tomlinson, we will get you a chair right away.” After about a half hour of going through procedure with the nurses you are left to wait with Lou as you dilate. You close your eyes and moan at each contraction, but never without Lou’s hand in yours for support. “I freakin’ love you babe.” He says kissing your forehead after what he could tell was an intense contraction. “You are so strong, I can’t even imagine…” he starts. “Lou?” you interrupt. “Yes, love?” he asks endearingly. “Shut the hell up.” you say as nicely as possible. ‘’Yes ma’am.” He says sitting back in his chair with a look of innocence on his face. “How about you call you mom and the boys and let them know what’s going on, you know, give you something to do?” you smile wincing as another contraction begins.
Zayn: “Okay you’re going to have to drive faster or I’m going to have the baby in the car.” You tell your boyfriend who was already scared to death about driving his in labor girlfriend to the hospital. “You got it love,” he says picking up the pace. He pulls up into the pick-up and drop-off lane and runs in to the front desk to get you a chair. “Malik, we’ve got a room reserved. She’s in the car with contractions right now. So can you please hurry.” He says making his way back to the car after checking in. “They’re coming babe.” “Thank God.” You shout, moaning out another contraction. Zayn is a nervous wreck once the two of you are settled into your room. “If you don’t sit the fuck down and stop pacing I swear to God.” You say, getting aggravated at watching him pace in front of you. “I don’t know what to do, you’re in so much pain and I can’t do anything about it.” He whines. “I’ll be “ fine, you won’t be if you don’t sit down,” you order as you yelp in pain as another contraction begins. He jumps up from his seat to be by your side but you throw your hand up in protest. “Sit!” you shout, motioning him away from you. “Sit, over there! Way over there.” You order still wincing at the pain you were feeling. He sits back down on the couch and watches you as you fight the pain he could do nothing about.
