Harry- “Harry! Harry!” Paul called from the back of the stage. I turned lightly while everyone in the audience chanted my
name.”Harry!” he called again, using his hand to come back there. I run back, upset he interupted the preformance. “Paul,”
I groaned.”You’re making me miss my solo,” I began, except he interupts me. “(Y/n) is in labor.” That freezes me as I
drop my microphone and sprint to my car without security. I started my car and drove to the hospital Paul said. The boys
would have to do the concert without me; my baby was n labor. I got to the front door of emergency and heard screaming.
"Where’s Harry?!" she screamed. I ran up to the predicted room, and bounced to the floor. "Harry," she breathed, turning
away from her best friend. “It hurts.”
"I know, baby. Just think - she’s coming. She’ll be here in no time." She nodded, and gripped my hand tightly. "Ah!" Her
face showed pain and anxiousness. “Get out!” she screamed at her stomach. The doctor came before we knew it, telling her,
"Mrs Styles, we’re going to ask you to push ok?" She nodded, breathing deeply. "Push!" She screamed again, and seemed to
push with everything in her. “One more time, love,” the doctor announced. (Y/n) squeezed my hand even tighter, and I
prepared to see our baby. She screamed deafly, but soon enough that sound was replaced by a beautiful sound of a crying
newborn.
Liam- I peered down at first row to where (Y/n) and her friends were sitting. I smiled at her, who laid a hand on her
swollen belly and smiled back. The doctor said he overestimated and the baby was due any day now, and despite my pleas
to stay home and wait, she wouldn’t let the tickets go to waste. “Millions of girls would kill to be in my spot.” She
muttered. “What right do I have to let those tickets be wasted?” “Your pregnancy,” I answered. She shook her head,
obviously overthinking the labor. I finished my last solo in the song, and looked back down at her. I didn’t see her at
first; her friends were crowding her. Finally they moved and I saw her face of pain. I ran to the front of stage, and
jumped down even though the security guards said no. “What’s wrong?” I asked, searching her face for an answer. “I’m in
labor,” she groaned, and cried out. “An ambulance is on the way.” I nodded. The ambulance came, and I made Niall take
all my solos. We got to the hospital, where she got her drugs, which made me happy. She was out of pain. She pushed
once the doctor was positioned at the middle of her legs. I stayed above her head, watching, waiting. My hand was squeezed
and I knew the baby was coming. She screamed, and soon enough, she stopped when she heard a cry.
Louis- Me and (y/n) were watching our usual shows, unaware of anything. That morning she announced, “4 days to go. 4 days.”
which only meant one thing - 4 days until the due date. “What if he came right now,” she joked a hour or two ago, and I
couldn’t even imagine it actually happening. “Louis.” She mumbled, with a face of worry. I looked at her, and noticed her
