One Direction Preferences

you go into labour during a concert

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Harry:
"What the hell do pregnant ladies wear to concerts?" you ask yourself out loud, looking through your closet. You settled on a salmon empire waist dress and flats. Just in time too, because Danielle was at the door to take you to the boy's concert. You were eight and a half months pregnant and you knew this would be the last concert you'd be able to get to in a while. "Hey mama" Danielle says as you get to the door. "Hey! Do I look alright?" "You look like you have a beach ball under your dress, but in the cutest way possible" she smirks. You roll your eyes as you two go out to the car. You were married to Harry, and Danielle had just become Mrs. Payne last month. You were all growing up so quick, you couldn't believe that you weren't those teenagers that you felt you were yesterday. You were adults now. As you pulled up to the concert venue, the place was packed. Danielle dropped you at the front and parked, saving you the long walk. When she caught up with you, you headed in. You had decided to get a private box because you didn't love the idea of being super close to excited directioners with such a big belly. You settled in and got ready to watch the concert. Right as the boys were about to come out, you feel a pain in your tummy. You ignore it, thinking its nothing. Until the pain comes back in sharp painful waves. The lights dim, and you feel wet on your pants. "Danielle" you whisper, and she leans in. "What is it, Y/N?" "This baby's coming." You barely finish your sentence and you're halfway to the car. Danielle calls Paul immediately as you two jog towards the car. "Hey Paul... Yeah I know... No we're leaving, Y/N is in labor... Yep you should probably let him know. Kay... alright thanks Paul." Danielle is practically dragging you. You speed off to the hospital. You check your phone and see a bunch of fans tweeting about the show stopping. You get to the hospital and head in to the maternity ward. You just get in your room and changed when Harry runs in. "Y/N, I'm here. I have your bag, good thing we left it in my car" he says, panting. Three hours later you give birth to a beautiful baby boy.

Liam:
As much as you wanted to go to the concert tonight, you were on bed rest. Your pregnancy had not gone smoothly, and at eight months along your feet were so swollen the doctor asked you to stay off them. You sat at home on tumblr, waiting for pictures of the concert to go up. At some point, you fell asleep. You woke up and looked around, dazed for the first few seconds. You sit up and see that it's only 9:45 pm. Then, you feel the bed. "Ewww" you thought to yourself, "I can't believe I wet the bed." You get up to change the sheets, and your belly feels different. Then you put it all together. "I'm in labor" you whisper to yourself. You weren't having contractions, so you drove yourself to the hospital three blocks away. You parked as close as you could and went in. As you were brought to your room, you texted Paul to tell Liam what was going on. You didn't even put your phone down before you had a text from Liam saying he was on his way. A nurse came in and checked you, "Y/N, honey, you're ready to push. I have to call the doctor" She leaves to do so, and you wait a few minutes until you hear a click of the door. "Y/N?" you hear a familiar voice call out. "Hey babe!" you say and he walks quickly towards you. You pull him into a hug. "Sorry I couldn't drive you myself. I can't believe you drove yourself to the hospital while in labor." You two laughed at how ridiculous that sounded, then the doctor came in. You pushed for only twenty minutes before your gorgeous little girl was brought into this earth.

Louis:
Louis was doing a concert in Manchester. You were way to pregnant to make the trip, and Louis was going to try and be home the next day because you were due any day now. You were pregnant with twin baby boys. You were laying in bed, watching tv, when you felt wet in your pants. You knew right away what was happening. You grabbed your phone and called your friend Skye. "Can you drive me to the hospital? Louis's out of town..." "Of course Y/N!" she says, and the phone disconnects. You change your pants and grab your bag and head out front. Skye barely stops her car before you're in and you're off. You call Louis's phone and leave a voicemail telling him what's going on. You know that he will be done soon, and would get the message as early as if you told Paul. You pull into the hospital and, as you walk through the doors, Harry calls you. "Hi Harry" you say. "Congratulations, Louis just took a car and he's coming home. He will be home in around three hours." "Thanks Harry." "No problem, good luck with all that." You laugh a little and you hang up. You are struck with a sharp pain and that's when it gets serious. You're rushed into a room, and you get ready to have your boys. An hour later, a doctor comes in and gives you some bad news. "Baby A is breach, Ms. You will not be able to have a natural birth. It would be best if we performed a C-Section." You agree, and they start prepping you for surgery. You ask the nurse how long they can wait. "Maybe another forty five minutes" she says. That would mean Louis would need to make the trip in two hours. You doubted it, but you asked her to stall. She did, and forty five minutes later no Louis. The nurse begins to push your bed towards the surgery room. As you get out the door, you see Louis running down the hall. "I'm here! I'm here!" he screams and you smile. You fill him in as he gets on scrubs, and twenty minutes later you have twin boys in your new little family.

Niall:
Niall was doing a special performance with the boys on the X Factor. You were watching at home. You couldn't go to the show, because you were nine months pregnant and you didn't think it would be the best idea. The boys were singing what makes you beautiful, and you feel an overwhelming pain in your stomach. You feel like you're going to pass out. You stand up and make your way to your phone. You call a few numbers and nobody answers. You feel the pain come again, and you sit on the ground. You hear the boys finish the song as you wait out your contraction. You reach for your phone and call Niall. "Hello love! You must have been-" "Niall, shut up, I'm in labor come get me now!" you yell. "Oh shit, okay I'm coming now" he says and he hangs up. 'Wow, that was a bitchy call' you think to yourself and, almost like your body punishing you, another contraction hits. They were coming so quick so fast, you felt like you were going to have this baby on the floor. You laid your head back, and you felt like you weren't going to be able to stay awake. Then you heard the door swing open. "Holy shit Y/N! Baby, come here!" Niall picks you up. You're both shocked and thankful that he can lift you. He carries you out to the car which is still running. "Shit shit shit, your bag" he says running back in. "Hurry Niall pleaaaase" you whine after him. He is back out in the blink of an eye and you're racing to the hospital. You get there and they put you in a wheelchair immediately. "Y/N, I think it would be best if you had an epidural to help you deal with the pain" the doctor recommends. You agree, and the epidural makes it so much more bearable. Niall calls his mom, and she is taking the next flight out. You feel the urge to push, and Niall calls the nurse. She checks you and rushes for the doctor. An hour later, you and Niall become parents to a baby girl.

Zayn:
Zayn was doing a local concert, but you wanted to stay in. You were exhausted from having to do a few publicity things with him that day, being pregnant, and you didn't feel up to a concert. Just as the concert started, you had a weird feeling. Like you knew the baby was going to come. You ignored it until you got another feeling. A contraction. You called your midwife, Susan. "Hey Y/N" she answers cheerily. "Susan, its coming! The baby is coming" you tell her, both anxious and excited. "Oh! Okay I'm coming to get you now" she says, and she hangs up. You don't know how to get a hold of Zayn. You try calling Paul, but his phone is off. You have no idea how you're going to reach him. You go out on a limb and get on twitter. You tweet 'i am in labour! but i can't reach zayn. if youre at the concert, please start a chant to tell him, id be forever grateful xoxo'. You immediately have notifications on your phone of people saying they will start the chant. Susan knocks on your door and you grab your overnight bag. You get to the hospital and into your room and you get a phone call. "I'm on my way!" Zayn says as you hear a car start. "Your fans are amazing" you say, and you hang up. You're in labor for ten straight hours, but you have a beautiful little girl. To thank the fans, you take a photo of Zayn holding her and tweet it.