Harry: Eleanor sits on the floor in the tiny bathroom in your dorm room, toes resting against your ankles as you sob on the toilet seat. The boys next door have turned their music up but Eleanor is silent. Your head is in your hands, knees bouncing as a test lays on the bathroom tiles between your feet. “You have to calm down” Eleanor finally says, leaning forward to cover your shaking knees with her hands. You heave in gulps of breath before running your fingers through your hair. “I can’t do this again. Everyone stares at me like I’m some fucking charity case already. If I lose another baby, I… I can’t take the looks anymore” you cry and the girl in front of your sighs sadly. “I can’t promise it won’t be like last time but you can’t think like that. Call Harry” she prompts, standing from her seat on the floor to quietly leave your dorm. After a long phone call to your boyfriend, Harry’s booked a secret flight to London to erase all your fears about a second pregnancy.
Liam: “It’ll be different this time” Liam tries to assure you but you continue to shake your head. “This is my punishment” you cry and though you can’t see him, Liam shakes his head. “No, it isn’t. Losing our child wasn’t a punishment, it was an accident” he tries to call through the door of the bedroom you’ve locked him out of. “I had an abortion in high school for an unplanned pregnancy then lose the baby we planned; that’s a punishment” you continue to cry, shrieking when the door bursts open. “It wasn’t a punishment. We just weren’t meant to be parents then but we are now. We’re ready to be parents now. Last time wasn’t a punishment” Liam says softly, running his fingers through your hair until you’ve stopped crying.
Niall: “I still think you should go to the doctor,” Niall tells you, shoving another Pringles in his mouth as you talk over Skype. “Niall, it’s just the flu… I don’t need to go to the doctor for them to tell me something I already know” you tease, pressing a hand to your queasy stomach after coming back from another trip to the bathroom to vomit. “Unless you’re pregnant again,” Niall says and if looks could kill, Niall would be dead. “That isn’t funny, especially after losing our baby,” you tell him but he shrugs his shoulders. “It’s like last time, you have that extra test. Just take it” he says, watching as you stomp off to the bathroom to prove him wrong. Five minutes later, you take a seat in front of the camera holding up a test and Niall lets out a shout. “Seconds times a charm” he assures you and spends the rest of the night ebbing your fears about another miscarriage.
Louis: You starred at the test for more than half an hour. You had seen this before but couldn’t believe it hand happened again, and so quickly at that. It had only been a few months since you had heard those haunting words, “I’m sorry but there’s no heartbeat.” You were just starting to get back to normal. Lou was out at the studio, so the house was very quiet, and all you wanted to do was sit in the floor of your bathroom and cry. The questions of losing this one flooded your mind, overwhelming your thoughts, as you sit there. When you finally get the courage up to call him, he doesn’t answer. Your voice on the message was very monotone and trance-like, so it wasn’t long until you received a call back from your boyfriend. He was very quiet as you told him the what was supposed to be happy news. He promised over and over that this time around everything was going to be fine and the two of you were going to be parents.
Zayn: You locked the door to the bathroom and slid down the wall crying. The test was positive, again. The second time within the last six months. You didn’t want to believe it, because you didn’t want to have to go through losing this one. You’re sadness quickly turned to anger at what you had done to yourself. You let out a loud scream which only alerted your boyfriend that someone was wrong, and when he was greeted by the locked bathroom door, he knew something was up. “Baby what’s wrong?” He says through the door. “It’s fucking positive.” You shout. “I’m not losing another one Zayn, I can’t.” you say choking on your emotions. “(y/n) let me in, please.” You unlock the door from the floor curl back up in the ball you had been in. He sits down behind you with his long arms wrapping around your body. He reassures you that this is the second chance that fate has given you, and that this time is different.
