*These's are going to be your point of view. Also, I will be using the term (Y/N)*
Louis: (You- 26 yrs old/ Him- 28 yrs old) The day I found out I was pregnant I was ecstatic and couldn't wait to tell Louis. We are newly married and at the highest happy point in our relationship, so I knew he would also be excited. Because our relationship has always been carefree an fun, i thought of a funny way to tell him that I am pregnant. Opening up a package of hamburger buns, i sat one on a shelf in the oven. "Louis! Babe come here!" I shouted putting the package of buns away, acting like i was trying to make something to eat. "Could you please get the pan out of the oven for me?" I asked innocently as he smiled and bent down, opening the door to the oven. "Um, babe, there isn't a pan in here." He asked confused. "Yes there is doll." I faked confusion. "No, (Y/N) there's a bun in the oven." He said slowly. I smirked, just waiting for him to catch onto the 'bun in the oven' joke. "Wait..bun. Bun in the oven. holy sh*t! You're pregnant!" He realized the joke, a huge grin spreading across his face, as he ran toward me, picking me up and spinning me around. "Surprise!" I giggled, planting a kiss on his soft, thin pink lips.
Zayn- (You- 20 yrs old, Him- 24 yrs old) Pregnancy was never suppose to happen. Zayn and I were never suppose to happen. He wasn't even my boyfriend. He belonged to Perrie, my best friend. I took one last glance at the white stick with the pink '+' staring up at me before screaming out of frustration and throwing it across the bathroom. My vision was still blurry as I unlocked my cellphone. I hurriedly clicked the contact 'Zayn.'
"Hello?" He answered confused.
"Zayn. You need to come over. Now." I said, my voice stern, but cracking at the end.
"Mum, i'm with Perrie, can't this wait?" He said trying to cover up the fact that it was me on the phone.
"Zayn, just come here dammit!" I yelled, hanging up. He obviously got the point because within 20 minutes, I heard my front door open, the shortly after, his head popped through my bedroom door.
"What did you need that was so important?" He asked annoyed.
"Zayn, i'm pregnant." I blurted out, getting straight to the point.
"No you aren't. You're lying. You just want me all to yourself." He said quickly shaking his head.
"I am though Zayn. I have a baby growing inside of me, and it's yours and it will be for the next eighteen years, DADDY." I spat at him. His face was red as he rubbed it furiously, staying completely silent.
"F*ck!" He screamed, punching a hole in my light pink bedroom wall.
"We wouldn't have this problem if you weren't a sl*t." He mumbled. I felt the tears built up, threatening to spill over. He was right. I am a sl*t. Who sleeps with their best friends boyfriend? Before I could even stop myself, i started hysterically crying into my hands.
"I am so sorry." I managed to get out. In an instant, all anger dropped from his face.
"Listen, (Y/N) i'm sorry. You're not a sl*t. It's both of our fault. We'll figure something out. And I promise you, you will not be in this alone. " He said embracing me into a hug. This is definitely going to change our lives.
Liam: (You- 34 yrs old, Him- 34 yrs old)
"I'm nervous Li." I mumbled into my husbands shoulder as we waited in the hospital waiting room. Today was the day we would see if I was pregnant, after many failed attempts, and many different doctors telling us that we cannot have children. We never gave up though. We have faith that one day, we will have at least one child.
"I know baby, me too." He said, kissing my temple.
"Mr. Payne, Mrs. Payne, follow me back to room b24 if you would." Our newest doctor, smiled warmly, squinting her wrinkly eyes,her bright blue eyes shining through the longer strands of silver/grey hair that have fallen in her face. Liam and I both took deep breaths before following her.
"Okay sweetie, if you could please lay down on the cot and pull up your shirt, i will take an ultrasound and run some tests." She motioned to the small cot next to a machine. I handed Liam my purse and layed down, rolling my shirt up to the bottom of my bra. She squirted the all too familiar cold gel onto my stomach before running the ultrasound monitor thing over it. After a few minutes she quietly gasped, causing Liam and I's gazes to snap towards each others.
"oh my." She said placing her hand on her heart.
"Congrats mommy and daddy." She smiled as Liam jumped up from his chair. Tears of happiness flowed down my cheeks as he kissed me multiple times.
"We're finally going to be parents!" He grinned, happy tears of his own now flowing down his cheeks.
Harry: (You- 23, him- 21)
'Uh, (Y/N) what is this?" Harry asked, storming into our shared bedroom in our newly bought flat, holding the pregnancy text i took about a month ago. I must not have thrown it away.
"Harry, I mean't to tell you. I swear." I said following him back out into the living room.
"How far along are you?" He sighed.
"Only about a month and a half." I said, biting my lip, out of nervousness.
"What are we going to do? I have another tour in two months." His voice getting deeper with every word. He wiped his eyes with he bottom of his t-shirt, wiping away tears of frustration.
"We can put it up for adoption. I don't know Harry!" I sighed desperately.
"That's our baby, we can't put it up for adoption. I need time to think. We've been together for not even three months, how in the h e l l are we suppose to raise a kid?" He muttered to himself, as he walked out of the flat, the door closing loud, and heavily behind him. I closed my eyes, rubbing my stomach, "It'll be okay. He'll come around, i hope.."
Niall: (You- 17 yrs old,Him- 19 yrs old) "Ready for our movie day?" My best friend Niall grinned, plopping down next to me on my couch, shoving a big mouthful of popcorn into his mouth, sitting the bowl between us. "Definitely." I grinned, putting a handful of popcorn in my mouth as well. After swallowing it, i turned my attention to the tv screen. We were watching Step brothers. Mid-laugh i felt the popcorn coming back up. I flung the blanket that cover mine and Niall's lap off me and sprinted into the bathroom, Niall being the good friend he is, was hot on my heels. He held my long hair back as i emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet. "D*mn, girl you must have eaten something bad, because lately throwing up is all you've been doing." He said shaking his head. I leaned my back against the bathtub. He eyes widened slightly before asking me "Will you be okay here by yourself for a few minutes?" "Yeah i'll be fine. Where are you going?" I asked rinsing my mouth out with water. He mumbled 'i'll just be right back.' before walking out of the bathroom and out the door. I frowned before splashing water over my face. I stumbled into my bedroom and layed down on my bed, pulling my tie-dyed comforter up to my neck. I layed there for almost a half an hour before Niall came back, carrying a brown paper sack, tossing it on my bed. "What's this?" I asked looking at is confused.
"Please, before you freak out, just know that taking it would be the smart thing to do." He reasoned, making my eyebrows scrunch up. I opened the bag, and in there sat a pregnancy test. I sighed, closing my eyes,which were already filling up with tears. We knew hooking up as best friends would never turn out good. I guess we were right. I slowly stood up and walked into the bathroom, closing and locking the door. After reading the box, i opened and peed on the stick, my hands shaking as I sat it on the box to sit for a few minutes. Those three minutes were the longest three minutes of my life. Taking a deep, shaky breath, i reached out and grabbed the white stick. The visible pink '+' immediately made me burst back into tears. I was pregnant, still in high school, by my best friend, who was also Niall Horan; in the worlds most popular boy band One Direction. How in the hell are we suppose to do this?
I must have been in there for a while, because there was a quiet knock, then a hesitant, thick Irish voice called out "(Y/N) come out please.."
I held back a sob as i flung the door open, my hands bunched his t-shirt as i sobbed into it.
"Niall, we're having a baby together." I whispered, you could literally hear the breath hitch in his throat, eyes clouding over. He kissed my head and rubbed my back. "We'll get trough this together. Don't worry. It'll be okay." He whispered encouraging words to me and partly himself.
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This was my first preference EVER, so sorry if it sucked. I kind of ran out of ideas on Harry's :/
Louis: (You- 26 yrs old/ Him- 28 yrs old) The day I found out I was pregnant I was ecstatic and couldn't wait to tell Louis. We are newly married and at the highest happy point in our relationship, so I knew he would also be excited. Because our relationship has always been carefree an fun, i thought of a funny way to tell him that I am pregnant. Opening up a package of hamburger buns, i sat one on a shelf in the oven. "Louis! Babe come here!" I shouted putting the package of buns away, acting like i was trying to make something to eat. "Could you please get the pan out of the oven for me?" I asked innocently as he smiled and bent down, opening the door to the oven. "Um, babe, there isn't a pan in here." He asked confused. "Yes there is doll." I faked confusion. "No, (Y/N) there's a bun in the oven." He said slowly. I smirked, just waiting for him to catch onto the 'bun in the oven' joke. "Wait..bun. Bun in the oven. holy sh*t! You're pregnant!" He realized the joke, a huge grin spreading across his face, as he ran toward me, picking me up and spinning me around. "Surprise!" I giggled, planting a kiss on his soft, thin pink lips.
Zayn- (You- 20 yrs old, Him- 24 yrs old) Pregnancy was never suppose to happen. Zayn and I were never suppose to happen. He wasn't even my boyfriend. He belonged to Perrie, my best friend. I took one last glance at the white stick with the pink '+' staring up at me before screaming out of frustration and throwing it across the bathroom. My vision was still blurry as I unlocked my cellphone. I hurriedly clicked the contact 'Zayn.'
"Hello?" He answered confused.
"Zayn. You need to come over. Now." I said, my voice stern, but cracking at the end.
"Mum, i'm with Perrie, can't this wait?" He said trying to cover up the fact that it was me on the phone.
"Zayn, just come here dammit!" I yelled, hanging up. He obviously got the point because within 20 minutes, I heard my front door open, the shortly after, his head popped through my bedroom door.
"What did you need that was so important?" He asked annoyed.
"Zayn, i'm pregnant." I blurted out, getting straight to the point.
"No you aren't. You're lying. You just want me all to yourself." He said quickly shaking his head.
"I am though Zayn. I have a baby growing inside of me, and it's yours and it will be for the next eighteen years, DADDY." I spat at him. His face was red as he rubbed it furiously, staying completely silent.
"F*ck!" He screamed, punching a hole in my light pink bedroom wall.
"We wouldn't have this problem if you weren't a sl*t." He mumbled. I felt the tears built up, threatening to spill over. He was right. I am a sl*t. Who sleeps with their best friends boyfriend? Before I could even stop myself, i started hysterically crying into my hands.
"I am so sorry." I managed to get out. In an instant, all anger dropped from his face.
"Listen, (Y/N) i'm sorry. You're not a sl*t. It's both of our fault. We'll figure something out. And I promise you, you will not be in this alone. " He said embracing me into a hug. This is definitely going to change our lives.
Liam: (You- 34 yrs old, Him- 34 yrs old)
"I'm nervous Li." I mumbled into my husbands shoulder as we waited in the hospital waiting room. Today was the day we would see if I was pregnant, after many failed attempts, and many different doctors telling us that we cannot have children. We never gave up though. We have faith that one day, we will have at least one child.
"I know baby, me too." He said, kissing my temple.
"Mr. Payne, Mrs. Payne, follow me back to room b24 if you would." Our newest doctor, smiled warmly, squinting her wrinkly eyes,her bright blue eyes shining through the longer strands of silver/grey hair that have fallen in her face. Liam and I both took deep breaths before following her.
"Okay sweetie, if you could please lay down on the cot and pull up your shirt, i will take an ultrasound and run some tests." She motioned to the small cot next to a machine. I handed Liam my purse and layed down, rolling my shirt up to the bottom of my bra. She squirted the all too familiar cold gel onto my stomach before running the ultrasound monitor thing over it. After a few minutes she quietly gasped, causing Liam and I's gazes to snap towards each others.
"oh my." She said placing her hand on her heart.
"Congrats mommy and daddy." She smiled as Liam jumped up from his chair. Tears of happiness flowed down my cheeks as he kissed me multiple times.
"We're finally going to be parents!" He grinned, happy tears of his own now flowing down his cheeks.
Harry: (You- 23, him- 21)
'Uh, (Y/N) what is this?" Harry asked, storming into our shared bedroom in our newly bought flat, holding the pregnancy text i took about a month ago. I must not have thrown it away.
"Harry, I mean't to tell you. I swear." I said following him back out into the living room.
"How far along are you?" He sighed.
"Only about a month and a half." I said, biting my lip, out of nervousness.
"What are we going to do? I have another tour in two months." His voice getting deeper with every word. He wiped his eyes with he bottom of his t-shirt, wiping away tears of frustration.
"We can put it up for adoption. I don't know Harry!" I sighed desperately.
"That's our baby, we can't put it up for adoption. I need time to think. We've been together for not even three months, how in the h e l l are we suppose to raise a kid?" He muttered to himself, as he walked out of the flat, the door closing loud, and heavily behind him. I closed my eyes, rubbing my stomach, "It'll be okay. He'll come around, i hope.."
Niall: (You- 17 yrs old,Him- 19 yrs old) "Ready for our movie day?" My best friend Niall grinned, plopping down next to me on my couch, shoving a big mouthful of popcorn into his mouth, sitting the bowl between us. "Definitely." I grinned, putting a handful of popcorn in my mouth as well. After swallowing it, i turned my attention to the tv screen. We were watching Step brothers. Mid-laugh i felt the popcorn coming back up. I flung the blanket that cover mine and Niall's lap off me and sprinted into the bathroom, Niall being the good friend he is, was hot on my heels. He held my long hair back as i emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet. "D*mn, girl you must have eaten something bad, because lately throwing up is all you've been doing." He said shaking his head. I leaned my back against the bathtub. He eyes widened slightly before asking me "Will you be okay here by yourself for a few minutes?" "Yeah i'll be fine. Where are you going?" I asked rinsing my mouth out with water. He mumbled 'i'll just be right back.' before walking out of the bathroom and out the door. I frowned before splashing water over my face. I stumbled into my bedroom and layed down on my bed, pulling my tie-dyed comforter up to my neck. I layed there for almost a half an hour before Niall came back, carrying a brown paper sack, tossing it on my bed. "What's this?" I asked looking at is confused.
"Please, before you freak out, just know that taking it would be the smart thing to do." He reasoned, making my eyebrows scrunch up. I opened the bag, and in there sat a pregnancy test. I sighed, closing my eyes,which were already filling up with tears. We knew hooking up as best friends would never turn out good. I guess we were right. I slowly stood up and walked into the bathroom, closing and locking the door. After reading the box, i opened and peed on the stick, my hands shaking as I sat it on the box to sit for a few minutes. Those three minutes were the longest three minutes of my life. Taking a deep, shaky breath, i reached out and grabbed the white stick. The visible pink '+' immediately made me burst back into tears. I was pregnant, still in high school, by my best friend, who was also Niall Horan; in the worlds most popular boy band One Direction. How in the hell are we suppose to do this?
I must have been in there for a while, because there was a quiet knock, then a hesitant, thick Irish voice called out "(Y/N) come out please.."
I held back a sob as i flung the door open, my hands bunched his t-shirt as i sobbed into it.
"Niall, we're having a baby together." I whispered, you could literally hear the breath hitch in his throat, eyes clouding over. He kissed my head and rubbed my back. "We'll get trough this together. Don't worry. It'll be okay." He whispered encouraging words to me and partly himself.
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This was my first preference EVER, so sorry if it sucked. I kind of ran out of ideas on Harry's :/
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