Harry: I ran to the room the nurse told me, but froze when I saw a fuming Gemma behind the glass door. I purposefully had not tried to explain the situation on the phone; because there was no way she would talk to me rationally. When she saw me she stepped out and blocked me from entering. “Too late, I’m not letting you see them.” I tried to sneak a peek desperate just to see the little guys head. “Please Gemma, do you honestly think that I would do anything to jeopardize this. I wanted to be here when my son came into the world,” I started crying realizing what I had missed. Before I knew it (y/n) was shoving her way out of the door. “Gemma,” she rested her hand on her shoulder to calm her. “You have been a savoir, and I love you… but Harry is a great husband and will be a great father… So, he needs to meet his son.” She calmed my sister amazingly. Gemma huffed in my direction, “fine,” then stormed off to get something to eat. “The fans were crazy and we couldn’t get out… my phone was…” “Harry,” she grabbed both my hands to help our eyes to meet. “It’s okay, I shouldn’t have told you to go. Now pull yourself together so you don’t scare him.” She smiled weakly. “This should be a happy memory, we’ll work it out later.” I realized that this was not normal, “You should be in bed.” I helped stabilize her since she was starting to waver a bit. “I’m fine,” she argued as I helped her sluggishly drag over. “Are you okay?” I sat down on the bed next to her and brushed her hair from her face. She looked exhausted, and I wiped a little sweat from her pail face. “I’m fine,” she whispered and nodded. Then she looked to my mother and beamed. My mom handed her the baby. “Look it’s your daddy,” hearing her coo that made me really happy. “He looks like you,” (y/n) explained proudly as she tilted him at me. I put my finger to his little hand and he griped it. I was speechless and breathless as it finally really hit me for the first time that I was a father. “Do you want to hold him,” she asked already in the proper mindset. I realized I was frozen other than the tear running down my face, “yes, I really do.”
Zayn: “I was in an interview. It all happened so fast. Did everything go alright,” I was so flustered and confused as I walked into her room. “What do you think about Winston for the first name,” she ignored my stuttering. “Winston? That was not on the long list of boy’s names you liked,” I was confused. “It’s Ricky’s middle name, and I kind of like it,” she smiled sure of herself. “Ricky?” She seemed to have a moment of epiphany, “He is the kid who drove me here and held my hand through this whole thing.” “You want to name our kid after a guy you knew for like an hour?” If I was honest I was probably jealous, but I did not realize that then. “He’s still here Zayn, and he’s so selfless. Without him I may have drove off the road, and he made this memory such a good one. I just don’t think I would regret it,” she tried to convince me. “Still here?” “The nurse recommended the nursery, so I could rest since the father was not here. Ricky wanted to keep an eye on him from the window,” she informed me. I realized that I was interrupting her sleep. “I’m going to go see our son,” I offered kissing her forehead so she could get the rest she needed. When I got to the nursery I tried to deduce which one was mine. “He’s yours,” the young man next to me proudly stated. “You are Zayn right? He has your eyes.” I nodded and held out my hand to shake his not taking my eyes off of the little me, “I’m Ricky. (Y/n) did so well, she’s such a strong woman. It was amazing!” He sounded so excited. “I know I wish I could have been there,” a tear dropped from my eye as my attempt to reach out to my boy was stopped by the glass. “I know this probably doesn’t make up for it, but I took pictures. I can send them to you.” He pulled out his phone to start showing me some. He had ones of her first holding the baby and every moment in-between. “That would be perfect,” I was so grateful. “He’s a great little guy, you have a baby sitter anytime right next door,” he offered already attached. “His name’s Winston,” I informed him and his smile grew ten sizes. “Well it’s about time you met him,” Ricky said going to get a nurse while I stood there paralyzed.
Liam: Once we got the tire fixed I was exhausted, but there was no way I was letting my pregnant wife spend the night alone, so it was worth it. “Nice work boys,” the bus driver seemed impressed that we managed to change it by ourselves. I grabbed for my phone the second we got in the bus to let (y/n) know I would be late, but my heart sank when I saw 38 missed calls and 5 messages. It died when I heard the messages, “oh my god.” I dropped it and went to plea for the driver to get me to the hospital. The boys were fully aware of the situation hearing my panic, “I’ll be in my bunk,” I informed them so I could have a little space to call down. We still had a good four hours to drive and I was having a panic attack. The second the bus stopped I ran out and to the room number she had said. “(Y/n) we were,” I started shouting but paused when I realized she was sleeping. “Zayn called and filled me in,” she groaned probably still half asleep. She adjusted so she could see me better. “I’m so sorry, how are you, how’s the baby?” I panicked as I looked around and noticed she was nowhere to be seen. “She’s great, she has your eyes. The nurse took her to the nursery so I could sleep,” she smiled. “I’m so proud of you,” I pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead. “Can you believe the nurse let me take your baby?” Harry came in talking in a funny voice. “Actually no,” (y/n) said half shocked and half worried. “I just don’t get how someone who looks like Payno made a baby this cute,” Louis teased as he made crazy faces at her. “Would you boys shut up and give me her,” I ran to them and took her from Harry. She was so gorgeous. “Look it’s your daddy,” Niall helped adjust her in my arms. “Congratulation Liam,” Zayn rubbed my back. They were all huddled around me so that they could have a good view of my girl. “Thanks guys! I think it might be time to say goodbye though. Mama has to rest,” I looked over to her heavy eyelids. She stood up, “nonsense, they’re family. Uncle Zayn, Uncle Niall, Uncle Harry and Grandpa Louis,” she introduced them. “Not funny,” Louis defended. “Did I say Grandpa, I meant Godfather,” she revealed and his mood changed instantly.
Niall: “You going to miss the birth, but if you hurry up and get sterilized and changed you can get in there to hold the baby while we stitch her up,” the nurse informed me. The “stitch her up” part scared me, but my adrenaline kept me moving. “You made it,” (y/n) quietly celebrated, but I hadn’t. The baby was already out and crying. “Are you okay, I’m so sorry,” I went over to kiss her and hug her completely unaware of the other people in the room. “Niall, it’s fine,” she put out her hand to stop me, “how’s our baby?” I looked to the area where they were cleaning and examining our child worried. “She is a healthy little girl,” the nurse smiled as she walked over to us. “You can hold her in this chair Mr. Horan. No holding for you until we get your stomach all fixed up,” she pointed at (y/n) and she nodded. I held her so that she could see her mother well and (y/n) reached for her hand. All of a sudden the room was a blur to me except for that little cuties face. “Hey baby girl, it’s your daddy… I’m here now, my flight got delayed but now I’m here.” I wasn’t emotional to this point but now I was. “I know that it’s not an excuse, I shouldn’t have been cutting it that close to when you were supposed to come. But luckily you have the best mommy in the whole wide world.” She made a noise and it melted my heart. “Yeah, that’s right. She’s so strong and brave and hopefully you grow up to be just like her. After today I know you might have a hard time trusting me, but the thing is that this is never going to happen again. I am never going to let anything come before my two girls ever again! I promise you that. I will be there for you angel, even if it’s a week earlier than anticipated. I’m going to be there because I love you and mommy so much.” I booped her cute little nose. “You’re my world,” I looked up to see (y/n) crying. “Are you okay, I’m really…” she held her hand in front of my mouth. “I’m happy,” she squeaked out continuing to admire us. “You can hold her now,” the Doctor informed. “Yay,” she excitedly held her hands out and I carefully transferred the fragile little princess.
