one direction prefrences

You go into labor

Requested by @niallsgirl1d4ever feel free to comment any requests you wish for me to do in the comments x

Zayn - you sat on the chair they provided for you on the side of the interviewers set rubbing your swollen belly, you wiggled your toes in your ugh boots and swung your legs back and forth until you could see them behind your large stomach.
"So Zayn, your girl is sitting just there isn't she?" Jimmy Kimmel asked as he gestured towards you; you looked up and smiled as he grinned at you.
"Yeah, since me missus is nearly gunna pop I want to keep her near just in case, in an ideal world I wanted her at home resting but you know, work for us never stops." he chuckled scratching his stubble and looking at you. Then as if it was staged you felt a sharp pain almost pierce through your belly, you hissed and looked down at your stomach, clutching it for dear life. 'not now, please not now' you thought, you breathed deeply and tried to calm yourself down.
"Ma'am, are you alright?" The technician asked rubbing your back.
"No, arg. My baby's coming and it's coming right now" you hissed through your deep breaths as you felt the chair dampen underneath you.
"I'm sorry miss but we can't really.. stop the show" he stuttered "once it's live we-"
"Listen here, I'm about to birth a bloody infant out of my vagina so either you get Zayn now or someone will have to pay because I am not having my baby on the floor of the Jimmy Kimmel show's set! Got it?!" You screamed grabbing the collar of his crew T-shirt, he looked at you and nodded frantically.
"Stop, stop!" He voice broke the first time, running out onto the set.
"What?" Jimmy asked, obviously annoyed with the interruption
"Y/n! I mean Mrs Malik is giving birth!" he shouted, within a short second Zayn, Liam and Harry were on their feet running towards you.
"Zayn!" You sobbed, your hair obstructing your view of him as you hunched down to relieve the pain.
"Princess, I'm here it's okay!" He shushed you, hugging you and pulling you up straight. "we're going to the hospital" he reassured you.
"We'll go get your emergency bag from home" Niall offered grabbing his car keys from his backpack on set.
"Thank you" Zayn breathed a little caught off guard at this sudden burst of action.
"Zayn please it hurts so much" you screamed clinging onto his biceps as he tried to get you to walk
"C'mon baby I promise it's just a few steps" he hushed you
"I can't do it I'm sorry" you sobbed crouching again to your more comfortable position.
"Fine" he said lifting you up bridal style "you can do this and you will, so don't talk like that" he instructed lifting you to his car as the interview cameras were all being turned to get a last glimpse of you and Zayn leaving for the end of their cut-short interview.

Harry - you watched from your chair provided as your husband sang his favourite song from the album out to his fans on stage, you swung your legs to the beat of the music and looked down to see if you could see your toes peeking out from your large belly.
"That's your daddy out there, with all his fans, your uncles are there too. Liam, Louis, Niall and Zayn" you pointed to them as they jumped about on stage. "who knows, maybe you'll be like them" you smiled at the thought and you felt a big kick, "you like that idea?" You chuckled and your child kicked again but harder, "okay cherub, calm down" but you next didn't feel a kick, you felt a sharp pang run through your abdomen, making you grasp your stomach and breathe heavily all of a sudden. "no please baby not here, not now" you pleaded with the angry foetus wriggling about inside you but of course - stubborn like their father - they didn't listen.
"Ma'am, are you alright?" Someone asked running up to you
"No, erg. my baby's coming" you grunted through your tears of pain."can you please get harry?" You asked politely when in your head you were screaming at him and cussing him out for even bothering to ask weather you're okay when you're 8 nearly 9 months pregnant, doubled over in pain with your husband is currently performing.
"I'm really sorry mrs, we can't do that, he's preforming, these people have paid to see them" he stuttered nervously at your reaction
"Tell me have they paid to see a live childbirth?" You asked looking him dead in the eye
"Er, no"
"THEN GO GET HARRY BEFORE THESE PEOPLE GOT MORE THAN THEY BARGAINED FOR" You screamed grabbing him by the collar.
"Y-yes Mrs Styles" he quivered running on stage and whispering in Harry's ear, you saw his eyes widen on the large screens behind him and him dart into the wings where you were sat sobbing hysterically with pain.
"Princess! It's okay, just remember to breathe.." he frantically told you recalling the birthing lessons
"Well I'm not going to stop now am I?!" You snapped at him making him chuckle slightly
"You're fine, c'mon you" he said lifting you up and taking you to his car, slowly but with a sense of urgency. You tried to ignore the pain of the mild contractions to make harry believe you were okay but they were too much and as one hit you, it hit you hard. Your back arched in Harry's arms and your screamed at the top of your lungs involuntarily. "kitten, it's okay I promise" he hushed you through your sons and kissed your forehead "can everyone get out the way please, Now!" He shouted as people loitered by the exit. they moved aside once they realised who it was and mumbled apologies as they looked at you in your venerable and fragile state wishing you their luck.