One Direction Imagines

Your Pregnancy Revealing

Liam: His P.O.V.:

I was in sound check for our TV special. It was pretty cool how the stage was set up into the number "4". Quite convenient of them to come up with that.

I was thinking about Y/N being at the hotel ill today. She's had this awful stomach flu ever since last month ad she just can't seem to shake it. She's been vomiting around the clock and can't hold much food down, but has lost no weight whatsoever. Before I started thinking too much into it, Harry gives me a light shove, snapping me out of my haze. "Liam," Harry shouts above the instruments. "What?" I said with Harry coming closer to my hear. "Y/N's here," he said pointing down below where the audience usually is. She's picking at her fingers, which is something she only does when she's anxious or worried. I handed my mic to Harry and jumped down below to approach Y/N.

"Why are you out of bed?" I said kissing her forehead. She was holding her elbows as her arms were crossed over her. She just looked up at me with red eyes and flushed cheeks. "Babe, what happened?" I said putting my hands on her cheeks and slid them to her neck, down her arms until I grasped both of her hands in mine.

"Li, I found out why I've been so sick for the last month," she said batting her eyes to keep the tears from falling out of her eyes.

"Oh God, don't tell me it's cancer," I said immediately without even thinking, letting go of her hands and placing mine on the back of my head.

"No, no, honey! It's not cancer," she violently shook her head, "but-" she said timidly.

"But what?" I said looking at her with furrowed eyebrows. She took a deep breath and pulled out two things.

"Something IS growing," in one hand is a positive pregnancy test and another is ultrasound pictures. I run up to her, because I was still a distance away from her, and examine the pictures for myself. I scoop her up and hug her so tight as I spin her around, but I quickly put her down, "Oh, I can't do that anymore. I don't wanna hurt the baby," I said rubbing her stomach that wasn't even distended. "Or you," I place my hand on her lower back and pull her closer to me and give her a lingering kiss on the lips. "I love you both, but I have to return to rehearsals," I ran and jumped (well more like climbed) back on stage and looked behind me to see her flashing that gorgeous smile of hers.

I get the lads' attention and tell them to look at Y/N. She held the ultrasound up to her stomach and mouthed "baby". All of us cheered and started clapping for us. It was a beautiful thing knowing that I'm going to be a father soon.

Harry: His P.O.V.:

Y/N has tried to keep me out of the house for the last 3 and a half hours. I have been running around town like a mad man. I've picked up groceries, new clothes for Niall's nephew's birthday gift, and more ginger ale for Y/N. She's been having a lot of heartburn over the past couple weeks and some pretty sore and swollen ankles. Eh, I don't know. I try to get everything I can to stop her from being in discomfort.

Once I park outside of the house, I can't even go in my driveway because so many cars are parked outside of my- I mean "our" house. I pull into the grass right next to the mailbox. I get out forgetting all of the stuff I just bought. I walk into my- ugh. Bullocks, OUR house, to see a massive crowd of people, which I identify as my family, Y/N's family and friends, as well as the lads and their "significant others". I take in all of the chaos and the instant heat I feel due to the mass of BREATHING BODIES EVERYWHERE TALKING LIKE WE'RE AT A BLOODY RACE TRACK.

"Hey babe," Y/N said kissing my cheek as I'm still overwhelmed, wide-eyed, and now sweaty. "Where's all the stuff I asked you to bring?" she said in a sweet yet needy tone. "In-in the car, I was just," I say running a hand through my mess of hair, "I'm overwhelmed. Why are all these people in our house?" HA! See, I said "our" this time. "Hold on," she said rubbing my chest with the hand she had placed on it when she first approached me.