Harry ~ "Father and Daughter" by Paul Simon
Harry had a day off from work, so he was able to sleep late with you. It was relaxing just to be able to be with him and not worry about anything. He was relaxed, too. He quickly forgot about the stress of writing an album and filming another movie when he arrived home the night before. You enjoyed the night with a hot bubble bath and a movie, plus a little bit of fooling around in the kitchen. Harry didn't let your swollen stomach get in the way of making you feel beautiful.
"Love, get up," you heard as he shook your body gently. You turned over onto your back, groaning, and opened your eyes to see your husband leaning over you. You smiled and lifted your hand to meet his cheek. "C'mon, get up. I want to go out today, yeah?"
You nodded, smiling as you sat up. He pulled you up and spun you around, making you laugh out loud and fall back onto the bed. He grabbed his guitar from the corner of the room; he had been learning to play better than he could before. He would come home from recording or writing with blisters and cuts on his fingertips, since he's been playing too much before his fingers had the change to build up calluses. He was really amazing at it now, after he'd had so much practice.
He began strumming, and you stood up again. He started singing, "I'm gonna watch you shine, gonna watch you grow. Gonna paint a sign, so you'll always know: as long as one and one is two, oo-ooh, there could never be a father, who loved his daughter more than I love you," You spun around as he sang and walked towards you, playing random cords that didn't match the song.
You laughed and danced some more. These moments are what you missed most when he was working. The fun, carefree ones, that aren't planned but have the most meaning. He's been working so much lately, and you knew it was only because he wanted to get his work done so he could be home when the baby came, but you missed him never the less. You loved those moments with him, and you couldn't wait to have moments like these with your daughter.
"I believe the light that shines on you will shine on you forever, and though I can't guarantee there's nothing scary hiding under your bed, I'm gonna stand guard like a postcard of a golden retriever, and never leave 'til I leave you with a sweet dream in your head."
Niall ~ "Sunshine on my Shoulders" by John Denver
One of your favorite places the boys visited while on tour was Boston. They would perform at Gillette stadium, but stay in the heart of the city. It was beautiful in autumn, with rows and rows of big trees, their leaves flaming red and yellow, pale gold, rose color.The splendid red-orange of these trees swirl with the wind lining the walkways. The boys had a few days off, and instead of flying back home, you and Niall would spend the next three days in Boston.
It was one of the nicer days since you've been here, with the sun shining instead of overcast clouds. You and Niall decided to have a private picnic it the public garden, by the pond. You packed a bag full of left over pizza from one of the oldest pizzerias in the city, and brought a bodyguard along. Once you arrived, Niall laid the blanket down and took his guitar out of it's case. He helped you sit down and get comfortable before sitting down himself.
It felt cold as the wind blew against you, picking up the golden orange leaves from the ground; the golden and red colors fly about like a fire. He started playing a few random cords while you at the cold pizza, letting Niall take a bite every few minutes. The autumn the colors and the smells join to make a picturesque scene around you. His mindless playing eventually turned into a song that you instantly recognized. "Sunshine on my Shoulders" by the great John Denver.
"Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy, sunshine in my eyes can make me cry," he sang softly. You smiled and leaned up against him. "Sunshine on the water looks so lovely, sunshine almost always makes me high,"
As he continued to strum his guitar and sing, you felt a flutter in your stomach, then another. "The baby likes your singing," you placed your hands on your stomach and felt the baby kick once more. He smiled and kissed your temple between verses.
"If I had a day that I could give you, I'd give to you the day just like today. If I had a song that I could sing for you, I'd sing a song to make you feel this way."
Liam ~ "Fly Me To the Moon" by Frank Sinatra
The morning after your last night out drinking and partying didn't begin smoothly. At 5 in the morning, only an hour after you had gotten home, Liam emptied his stomach on the floor beside the bed, you following suit, but in the toilet, a few hours later. You both tossed and turned until late into the afternoon, completely and utterly hung over. Someone, you don't even remember who, recommended that you and Liam get the rest of your partying desires out before you adopted, but you took it a bit too far.
By 4 in the afternoon, you couldn't sleep anymore without anything in your stomach. Your head was pounding as you made toast for the yourself, and you heard Liam heaving faintly from the bathroom. He came into the kitchen, looking like a ghost. When you placed the plate of toast down on the countertop, it made a louder noise than you had expected, and you both winced. You stood beside where he sat at the counter and he pulled you to his side. His arms wrapped around you and he rubbed soft circles on your back. You nuzzled your face into his neck and groaned.
"That was such a bad idea," you said with a small laugh.
"I think we got the whole partying thing out of our systems, though, don't you think?"
"Mhm," you mumbled against his stubbly cheek, placing a kiss where your lips touched his skin.
"Fill my heart with song, and let me sing for ever more," he sang softly. It was the song you first danced to when you met and the song you first danced to as a married couple. "I'm going to sing it to our son, when he gets here."
You could feel his smile against your forehead as he placed kisses along your hairline.
"Keep singing," you spoke softly, and he continued.
"You are all I long for, all I worship and adore."
Louis ~ (His POV) "You Are My Sunshine"
It was raining, again. It felt like it was always raining nowadays. I've lived in England my whole life, and I've never minded; I just noticed the it more, lately.
So did she.
Rain left beads pains of every window and bounces from every hard surface. The sound comes from every direction except down. For once the weather man got it right, fifty millimeters by noon. She said the rain ruined her mood. She wasn't happy when it rained. I noticed that, too. She would sit on the covered patio just staring out to the garden. She was expressionless, always. I stood and watched her watching the rain from the comfort of the house, not knowing what to do. I knocked on the glass door and she turned to face me. "Come in," I mouthed. She shook her head.
I opened the door and stepped out, the cold hitting me. It was June, it wasn't supposed to be like this. "Why are you out here again? You're going to catch a cold."
"I'm fine." She mumbled. Her voice was hoarse and her cheeks were wet, though the rain wasn't falling on her.
"Come inside, Y/N. I'll make some tea, or coffee. Its too cold-"
"I said I'm fine!" She yelled. I took a step back, slightly startled by her sudden outburst. As quick as the anger came, it went away. And then the tears came. They were rolling off her cheeks like rain, steady and quick. I stood back. "Oh, Louis," she whimpered, and I was at her side.
"I'm going to take you somewhere, somewhere that it doesn't rain like this. Okay?"
"No, I like the rain."
"No you don't, I don't either. We don't have to stay here..."
"Rain makes me feel less alone, Louis." She struggled with her words, pushing them past the tears. "All rain is, is a cloud- falling apart, and pouring its shattered pieces down on top of you. It makes me feel good to know I'm not the only thing that falls apart . It makes me feel better to know other things in nature can shatter."
"Oh, baby, no. You're not alone. I'm here. I can help you. I can be there." It pained me to see her like this. I thought she was getting better. After she first felt the baby kick, she was happy- she was herself again. We were happy. Then I don't know what happened that got her back to this point. This isn't romantic or however they depict it in books or movies, this is painful. For the both of us.
"No. I just want to go home."
"You are home. You mean your parents' house? I'm sure they wouldn't mind."
"No, I want to go home. I want to be happy. Home is happy. I want to go home."
"I know, I know. You want to go home." I picked her up, carrying her into the house. Sitting on the couch, she curled into my lap.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine," I sang quietly. I felt her lips curl into a smile against my neck. She guided my hand to her stomach, and I felt our baby boy kicking. I kissed her temple, brushing her tangled hair from her face, before continuing. "Please don't take my sunshine away."