One Direction Preferences

Song Preference: ~Small Bump-Ed Sheeran~

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POSSIBLE TRIGGER  WARNING

Harry:

"You’re just a small bump, in four months you’re brought to life. You might be left with my hair but you’ll have your mother’s eyes."

"Only four more months," he whispers against your growing bump, rubbing soothing circles against the bare skin. It was a blessing that you two had actually been able to get pregnant. This was your miracle baby and both of you were doing everything you could to keep him or her safe. "I bet they’ll have your eyes," he says, keeping his eyes on your tummy. "And hopefully your hair," you replied, taking one of his soft, brown, curl locks between your fingers. "Four more months… and then we’ll be able to see."

Liam (His P.O.V.):

"You are my one and only. You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight."

It was the most difficult 48 hours of my life. It seemed to be like one big dream, but… this was hardly any dream. I looked down into the crib, seeing my baby girl fast asleep. Barely a day old, all the emotions were still raw, the disbelief, the shock, the awe… Leaving the hospital yesterday I was supposed to be leading two people out, my wife and my new baby. But as I left, I only carried a bundle and that was it. No wheelchair was being rolled out… Because my wife wasn’t coming home with us… Our daughter was a spitting image of her mother. This beautiful eyes and a full head of hair. She was my reminder. That even though (Y/N) was gone, her spirit would live through our beautiful girl. I could already feel it. There would always be a part of her. This little girl was my one and only, just like (Y/N) had been.

Niall:

"Oh, you’re just a small bump unknown, you’ll grow into your skin. With a smile like hers and a dimple beneath your chin. Finger nails the size of a half grain of rice, and eyelids closed, to be soon open wide."

You held the ultrasound picture in your hands, pointing out all the features you could see at this stage. The 3D scan was amazing, making some feature more clear. “That’s his face right?” Niall asked, leaning on your shoulder and and pointing. “Yeah… can you see the eyes?” You pointed for him, showing him the subtle craters in the head area. “Wow…” The room got quiet as you two admired your unborn baby, already in love. “I can’t wait for him to be here…” Niall said quietly, kissing your jaw lazily. “I know Niall me neither… only 3 more months though. And then he’ll be here.”

Zayn (His P.O.V.):

"And you can lie with me, with your tiny feet. When you’re half asleep, I’ll leave you be. Right in front of me for a couple weeks. So I can keep you safe."

(Y/N) was completely exhausted from her pregnancy and the 24 hour labor. She desperately needed rest, so that’s what she was going to get. I made sure she was tucked in comfortably before taking our newborn and going downstairs to let her get some much needed sleep. “C’mon kiddo, let’s watch TV,” I said, the little boy pressed against my chest, even as I lay down. His head was resting right below my chin, his hands balled into tiny fists. I flicked the TV on quietly, but instead of watching that, I was watching him. His tiny body moved and shifted every once and a while, my hold not letting up on him. He was my son. My first child. And I would never let any harm get to him. It was my job to protect him, and that was exactly what I was going to do.

Louis:

"Cause you were just a small bump, unborn for four months then torn from life. Maybe you were needed up there but we’re still unaware as to why."

You both sat in the hospital bed, a sad atmosphere engulfing the room. 5 months into the pregnancy, and your bump and stopped growing. You had miscarried, and now here you were, waiting for the doctor to tell you what you already knew. Louis’ hand tightened around yours when the nurse came in, confirming everything. She gave you a sad glance, leaving you two to be alone once again, silence taking over. Louis had silent tears dreaming down your face, while you stared emotionless at the white stonewall. ‘How could this happen to us?’ you thought, mindlessly playing with your husbands scruffy hair. ‘We’ll try again,” you spoke quietly, not really getting the reality of what had happened. “And we’ll have our baby… I swear…” But how could you swear on something you were so unsure of. Once the reality hit, it was going to be much harder to accept the fact, that this little human being was not meant to be.