Harry:
"But, like, babies are really expensive, you know. Diapers - oh my God, diapers are the worst. Did you know they're, like, fifty dollars for only a pack of twenty? And babies go through, like, hundreds of diapers a week. And clothes and baby formula and toys and the crib and the changing table and the car seat and.. and.." You roughly placed your hands on top of your head, pacing the length of the living room as you let out an exasperated moan. "You're worrying over nothing," Harry noted from his seat on the couch. He moved to rest his elbows on his knees, slipping his fingers through each other before resting his mouth to his thumbs. "Maybe this was a bad idea," you concluded, letting your arms fall limp to your sides. "Maybe everyone was right and we're in over our heads and we're too young.. Harry, you're not even twenty one yet. You've still got so much more of your life to live and people to meet and places to see and.. What are we doing?" A humorless bundle of laughter rolled out of Harry's mouth then, his head slowly shaking from side to side before he pushed himself up and walked the small distance to stand in front of you. "You're being an idiot," he murmured. "You're worrying yourself sick over silly things. I know what I'm doing, I know you know what you're doing. For once, [Y/N], I don't care what people think. This is you and me and our baby and we're going to be fine." The pads of his thumbs smoothed over the frowning creases at the corners of your mouth. "Please, don't do this to yourself. Don't do this to us." Harry dipped his head so his nose grazed yours, murmuring, "I love you. Please believe me when I say we're gonna be okay."
Liam:
Sliding his arms around your waist, Liam gently tugged you back until you laid half on top of him, your head instinctively falling into the swoop of his neck. His fingers idly fiddled with the ends of your hair, his lips trailing along your temple before he whispered, "You gonna tell me what's wrong, then?" Your index finger absentmindedly drew shapes into his chest, your eyes concentrated on its sluggish movements so you wouldn't have to meet Liam's concerned gaze. He was about to give up, lean over to flick off the light and fall asleep when you finally responded. "There's been a lot on my mind lately," you started easily, furrowing your eyebrows slightly. "It's just.. everything's kind of happening really fast and I don't know how to hold on and sometimes I feel like my head's spinning too fast and before I know it, everything's going to be gone and finished and." You dared to look up at Liam, only regretting it when you saw the concern in his eyes grown ten fold. "What if I'm not a good mom, Liam? What if I don't know how to keep our baby happy and what if I say all the wrong things and can't make the booboos go away with my kisses?" You vented, eyebrows pulling further and further together before you let your eyes fall shut with the fear of any tears spilling. Liam readjusted himself so he was sitting upright before he pulled you to his lap, letting your head rest back to his shoulder as his hands moved up and down your arms. "You're an amazing mother," he noted in a matter-of-fact tone. "Whatever's got you thinking like this now, if someone's said something.. just forget it. They don't know what they're talking about because you're amazing and you're going to be an astounding mother and I wouldn't love you as much as I do if I didn't know this for a fact," he pressed a quick kiss to your head. "Don't worry about silly things like that; they're not worth the stress. You're gonna be an amazing mum, I promise."
Louis:
"Hey, hey, hey," he chanted softly, dipping his knees enough so he could be on the same eye level as you. "Don't go doing that," Louis murmured, keeping his hands on either side of your face to stop you from tucking your chin to your chest. "We've got everything sorted, you hear me? This baby's going to be one of the luckiest babies in the world because they're going to have a mother who loves them very much, one that's going to support and love and cherish them until the day they die. A mother that'd probably steal ice cream cones from other babies if she had to." Louis's words stilled enough to watch the right corner of your mouth twitch up. "And they've got a dad that's going to spoil the hell out of them and make excuses for them when they're gonna get in trouble and convince their footie or softball coaches that they just need another chance and they'll get their grades up." Louis brushed his thumb along the edge of your lower lip, maintaining your gaze set on him as he carried on. "And they're going to have aunts and uncles and grandparents who love them so much, I'm pretty sure Daisy's already called dibs on being the auntie that pinches at their cheeks every time they visit." A strangled medley of a sob and a laugh left your mouth then, your face instinctively leaning further into Louis's touch. "Stop worrying about silly stuff, please?" He pleaded, leaving a few lingering kisses across your forehead. "I promise everything's sorted. We're going to be good, the baby's going to be okay. This was meant to be and everyone's really happy and excited and. And even if that weren't the case, I love you and I'm always going to be here for you." Louis slipped his arms to wrap entirely around your body, nuzzling his face into your hair as he murmured with a touch of helplessness, "Just.. Let me be enough."
Niall:
Smoothing your back to his chest, Niall loosely wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you settled where you were. Your hands cupped the water, letting it slip through your fingers before you went and grabbed for more. You repeated the motion ten times before Niall finally pulled your attention back to him. With his fingers drumming up your sides, Niall tucked his chin to your shoulder. "It's funny that you think after all this time, you can still hide how you're really feeling from me." Ducking your head, you paddled your fingers through the water for a couple of seconds before turning the knob all the way to the right. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Horan," you fibbed halfheartedly. Right now, you just didn't really have it in you to properly deflect this conversation. Niall placed his hands on either side of your stomach, his fingers tracing along the underneath of it that was beginning to pouch with the growing baby within. "This was a good thing," he murmured, turning his head enough so his lips ghosted over your ear. "Our baby was a good thing, [Y/N]," he clarified. "And I know that you're scared, I get it. Sometimes I'm scared too because this is real and it's happening and I know that you're probably worried about a million and one things that could go wrong, and that's okay, but." Niall cleared his throat of any cracks before murmuring, "But you can't drown in it. You can worry when you want and I'm going to assure you time and time again that this is good and I'm happy and you're happy and we're here and this is only a step forward in our plan for forever and maybe after you agree with me and we'll probably have a nap and then watch a movie and make cookies. And it'll be okay. I promise, I'll always make it okay." Placing your hands atop his, your simply mumbled, "Can we skip straight to the cookies this time?"
Zayn:
"She's just, she's smothering me, Zayn. I'm being smothered and I feel like I can't breathe and I just. I talked to Sam today and she said that I shouldn't even, like. She just put all this stuff in my head and I don't know what the heck I'm doing, Zayn. I really don't." You ran a hand through your knotted hair, frustratedly tugging the tangled strands of hair free as you swiveled to lay on your side. "Just, relax, yeah?" He murmured from the other end of the phone. You let out an elongated breath, making sure you exhaled directly into the speaker so Zayn knew you were listening to him. "Alright," he hummed. "Now, tell me what's really wrong." Your lips parted with the intent of making a snarky remark, something along the lines of how would he know you were lying when he's all the way in Timbuktu. But you quickly changed your mind, decidedly letting out another sigh which was more heartfelt than the first. "I just," you grumbled, sheepishly shrugging one of your shoulders. "I'm scared, Zayn. I'm scared that I'm not going to know enough about everything when the time comes and I'm gonna fuck it all up and I'm scared that the stupid people at school are right and maybe I'm not cut out for this. And I'm." The ends of your eyebrows upturned slightly, your free hand moving to cover your lips with the intent of muffling your words. "I'm scared I'm gonna be too dependent on someone who could just up and leave." And before Zayn had the time to retort, you added, "And it's not even, like. I don't have a problem with it, being dependent on someone else. I just. I need to be able to know that I'll be able to handle myself and take care of my child when and if that ever happens and I.. I just don't think I can." You could almost picture the determination painted along Zayn's features as he confidently stated, "I guess it's a good thing I'm not going anywhere then."