Louis: He seemed so distant since he went to home to Doncaster to see his family. He never really mentioned how it went. Usually he is really excited to tell you about all the fun things he did with his sisters and places they went. All he said was “it was nice.” You had really exciting news to tell him, too. But, you wanted to wait a little longer to tell him that you were pregnant, not wanting to catch him at a bad time. Who knows how he would take the news? …A few days later you decided that you’d pop into his flat to surprise him with the news. You knew that he usually goes to the gym around eight in the evening, so you decide to brake into the flat a little after eight to surprise him with the great news by putting balloons all over the living room and a ‘Daddy-to-Be’ mug, just for him. …Once you unlocked the front door to his flat, you peep your head in making sure no one is there. But, you heard a strange moaning sound coming from his bedroom. “Lou! Louis! Are you alright?” you yell, dashing to his bedroom. You stand with your jaw dropped. Louis and another woman, naked in his bed. “What the fuck, Louis!?” Tears streaming down your face. “I-I can explain, [y/n]!” “No! Save it! Who do you think I am? What the hell?! Who is this slut?!” you point at the woman in his bed with him, speechless from your confrontation. You throw the ‘Daddy-to-Be’ mug at the wall, smashing it to pieces. “You are a piece of shit! You mind fuck!” You drop everything and run, run for blocks to your flat where you threw out everything of Louis’, going absolutely mental.
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Five years has past since you last saw Louis. You were in the park playing with your son„ Noah. “Mommy, look at me! I can swing all by myself!” his little voice squeak out while pumping his legs on the swing. “Aw, I’m so proud of my little Noah! You are growing up so fast..” Your words trail off when you spot a familiar face from a distance. “No, it can’t be,” you say under your breath. You do a double-take."Oh, God." He’s approaching you. You freeze. You look down at your hands trying to ignore his presence. And then you feel a touch on your shoulder. "Hello love," he says with a smirk on his face. You don’t know why he is talking to you or why he is here. You are speechless. "Mum! Who’s that? Who is he? D’you know him?" Noah calls out from the swings. "One second hun, just keep practicing swinging," you encourage your son. Turning to Louis, you grit your teeth and say, "What gives you the right to talk to me.. after what you did?" your grudge obviously still burning within you. "I just, I. I saw what the mug said on it, and the balloons. And after what I did with that girl. I, er.. I was scared. I can’t handle being a dad, and you don’t deserve to be with someone who cheated on you.." Louis quickly confesses. "I don’t care, I’m never forgiving you. You didn’t just leave me, you left him," as you gestured to Noah, playing with no care in the world. "Wow, he has my eyes, and your smile.." Louis was in a trance, seeing his son for the first time. "And I have to look into those eyes everyday, reminding me of what you did to us," you hissed.
Liam: You hadn’t been feeling the best lately, so Liam suggested that you go visit a physician to be safe. When you arrived home from the doctor’s office you had some exciting news for Liam. It turned out that you had been pregnant for three weeks already! You weren’t sure how to tell him, or how he was going to take the news, but you had to tell him before someone else did.You push open the door to your flat and see Liam sitting on the counter, twiddling his thumbs. He looked nervous, a hint of worry in his puppy-dog eyes."Hey babe," you greet him warmly, "I have something to tell you." You try to conceal the smile that wants to creep onto your face."Me first," he says in a weak voice, "I have something to tell you as well." He doesn’t look up at you."Yeah, sure Li, go ahead," you didn’t have a clue what he was about to say."I don’t know how to say it in an easier way, but I’ve been cheating on you for the past few weeks," he stared at the floor, his shoulders sinking as he confessed."W-wha?" you gut wretches, and it wasn’t the baby causing your discomfort this time. "No, no, no," you sputtered out in disbelief."I’m sorry," he grabbed his jacket and walks out of the flat, not looking back. Silent tears roll down your cheeks as you stood in there with disbelief.
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You were walking around in the grocery store with your sole purpose of living, your daughter, Effie. Her deep brown eyes and curly blonde hair, a cute contradiction. “Mummy! Can we get strawberry ice cream today? Pleeeease?” she begged. The five-year-old pulled at the hem of your skirt."Fine, Ef. But, you have to promise to be good while we run rest of errands today." A cheesy smile appears on her chubby face.You wheel the trolly over to the freezer section to scope out all of the ice creams. “Oomff,” a man groans as you run over his foot with the shopping trolly."Oh my God, I’m so sorr-," you cut yourself off as you recognize who the man you ran over was."[y/n]?""Liam?" you question back. It has been over around five years since you’ve seen him. He never called after the day he walked out on you, you thought you’d never see him again. A grudge was still burned hot inside of you, because of what he did that day. You realize that you never did tell him about Effy. You felt guilty that you never let him know, even though it was his own fault. He did leave you, after all. You hesitated for a second before speaking again, not knowing if you wanted to keep talking to him."Erm, this is Elizabeth," you hoist your daughter onto your hip as she beamed at the stranger. "Well, you can call her Effy.""Oh, well hello Effy! How are you?" His face turning up into a playful smile."I’m fine, mister!" her little voice squeaked out."Well, isn’t that fabulous? You look a lot like your mother," he trails off, seeming to notice something."Your her father," you choke out.
Harry: It was another average night at home, you and Harry were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie. Seven months had passed since you two had gotten married, and life could not have been any sweeter. But, there was one thing. You noticed that your period was late by a few days. You weren’t planning on having a baby anytime soon, but you wouldn’t mind becoming a parent. You had to tell Harry. Just as you mustered up the guts to tell him, he left the couch to go the bathroom.You felt his phone vibrate off of the leather sofa. **New Message from Lacey** the screen read. “Who is Lacey?” you mummer to yourself, mentally searching for a Lacey you knew. Nothing came to mind. You hesitated before opening the message. You weren’t comfortable breaking into Harry’s privacy, but you were married, after all. You opened the message. **What hotel did you have in mind for Wednesday? Can’t wait to see you babes ;)** "What the fuck?" you didn’t know if you wanted believed your eyes or not."Harry!" you yelled at the top of your lungs. "You fucking bastard! Who the hell is the Lacey girl, and why does she want to see you Wednesday night?!" you scream at him as you caught him walking down the hall towards the living room."What are you talking about, [y/n]?" he tries to deny your question."Don’t you question me, you arse!" your eyes start to stream salty tears."Look, we can work this out, [y/n]," he stammered, panic in his eyes knowing he was caught red-handed."How could you do this to us?!" you ran for the door, snagging your purse and a coat while trying to slip on a pair of shoes. "I never want to see you again, you son of a bitch!" You flung open the door and ran down the block, hailing a taxi to take you to your friends house."Us?" Harry stands in the hallway, knowing he screwed up big time. "What did she mean…"
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You were looking at the photo album from yours and Harry’s wedding. It had been almost six years since he put the ring on your finger. You both looked so happy. You still didn’t understand how your kind of love could be thrown away so easily. Why did he chose another woman over you? Even after he vowed to be yours, through thick and thin. Through sickness and health. To the damn end of time. Closing the book in disgust, you put it back on the highest shelf and realized that it was time to take Bennett to the doctor’s office for a check-up. “Babe, it’s time to go!”"But, mum. I don’t want to go there.. I heard they stick you with needles everywhere!" little Ben cried out."Is my big five-year-old scared of a little prick? That’s not the brave Ben that I know!" you encourage him."Well, the doctors do give you a lolly when you’re all done.." the young boy’s eyes wide in thought.
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You enter the doctor’s office and check Bennett in. The physician calls him back and you take a seat in the waiting room, finding a magazine to scan."[y/n]?" the familiar voice makes your hairs stand up on the back of your neck. You turn your head to see if it really was him. His green eyes catch yours. He studies your face for a quick moment as you sit their, too angry at him to really say anything. A moment passes. "So, how’ve you been?"You try your hardest to keep your voice down, since you were in a public place. “How have I been?” you ask through gritted teeth, keeping your tone low. “How about a ‘I’m so sorry’ ‘I messed up’ ‘this is what happened, here is my explanation for totally fucking up our wonderful relationship’? Hmmm..?” you chastise him, boring your hot glare into his brightly coloured orbs."I said I’m sorry.." he trailed off, looking down, your stare too intense for him."I can’t believe you left us, he doesn’t even know who his father is! Do you know how many times a week he asks if he’ll ever get to play catch with his dad, go fishing with him, or just plain see him?! I just ca-" Harry cuts you off."I have a son?" his eyes widen in shock.
Zayn: “Please be negative, please be negative, please be negative,” you pleaded silently to yourself as your shaking hands trying to open the package. You decided to stay the day at Zayn’s house, too lazy to go back home. Zayn was gone at the studio with the boys for the afternoon. You realized awhile after he left that it was too much time alone. Too much time to think about what had happened a few nights ago. The condom broke. You finally opened the pregnancy test, gripping it with sweaty hands. The minutes pass slowly as you wait for the results. “Dammit… Just great! Way to fuck everything up!” you scream at yourself, looking at the pink plus sign on the piece of plastic. You throw in down in disgust. You run into the living room to grab your phone to call Zayn. He had to know. Just as you were unlocking your mobile, the front door opened. You thought it was Zayn. You dashed towards the door with tears welling up in your eyes. “Excuse me?” you say, baffled that it wasn’t Zayn. It was a woman with big blond hair, wearing a dress that hugged her perfect curves.“Excuse me? Excuse you. Who are you anyway and why are you in Zayn’s flat?” she emphasized the ‘you’.“I am Zayn’s girlfriend… What do you want, anyway?” you say coldly. Your tears disappeared with the emotional distraction.“Wait, Zayn has a girlfriend?!” the woman’s eyebrows rose in concern. “Fuck, not again!”“Great. Just perfect! I’m about to go mental! All of these fucked up things just keep happening to me today!” you completely flip out in front of the stranger. Grabbing your bag and phone, you run out the door with tears staining your face.
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Zayn kept ringing you and sending you messages, but never once did you listen to a voicemail or open a text. You ignored him completely. Forgiveness was the furthest thing away from your mind.
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You were in London for a week on behalf of business measures. You decided to take a break from working on your presentation and go grab a coffee at your favorite old café. After ordering a double shot caramel mocha, you turned to go find a seat. And he was standing there, right in front of you.It had been years since you last saw him, or even talked to him for that matter. You couldn’t believe your eyes, and apparently he couldn’t either. “Um, hey,” he said coolly. His eyes drifted to the floor, not knowing if you’d even consider talking to him.“Zayn? I…” you trail off, speechless from this encounter.“Look, I’m sorry,” his brown eyes soft, with the look of hurt still in them.“It’s fine,” you look away for a second.“I found the test on the floor, and, and I,” he paused for a moment. “I was worried for you and the baby. I didn’t want to quit calling you, but everyone just told me to give up.”Your eyes stared into his, they were showing such deep emotion, you knew he was telling the truth.“So, the baby, well, child. Where is he? Or she?” he awkwardly stammered his words out.“I-I miscarried…” tears started to sting your eyes.“Oh, [y/n]…” he wraps his arms around you in a warm embrace, letting your tears fall down onto his jacket. “I’m so sorry. I wish I could have been there… to help you through it,” he strokes your hair as you cling to him helplessly. “Let it all out. I promise, I’m here for you now.”
Niall: It was another rough day for you, morning sickness had gotten the best of you and you felt out of sorts for the rest of the day. Niall asked you if you wanted to go out later that night, but you kindly refused. You knew you shouldn’t go out if you were pregnant. Plus, you just weren’t feeling up to it anyway.You had another problem on your list. You still had to tell Niall that you were pregnant, you had only been a few weeks along, but he needed to know! He was the father, after all. You decided to write him a cute little letter, telling him how much you loved him and how this unexpected surprise will make your relationship even stronger.He never came home from the club that night. You waited up until 2 a.m. You had rung him twice, but he never picked up. You decided to try him one last time as you laid in bed, about to fall asleep. His end picked up, but you could only hear moaning and other disturbing sounds. You heard Niall’s voice say something. He was talking dirty. To who?! You were wondering what was going on. Was he cheating on you?! He mentioned something about ‘doing this again’ and other horrifying things. He did it. He cheated on you. And you heard it all happen over the phone. You couldn’t believe it.You started to pack a bag, leaving right away in the morning for your parents home to get away from everything.
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You were taking your daughter, Liv, to the centre to pick out a gift for her fifth birthday. She was growing up so quickly. Her oceany eyes wide in amazement when you took her into the toy shop. “Mummy! Look at all of ‘dem toys up der!” her little voice getting higher with excitement as she pointed all around the huge room. She ran over to a shelf full of dolls, inspecting every single one. As you surveyed the store for the perfect gift your eyes caught a pair of eyes similar to your daughters. It was Niall.Both of you held each others gaze for a moment as he approached you."Liv, babe, come here please," she galloped over to you obediently."What is it, mum?" her faced was scrunched up in confusion as she stood by your side."Liv, meet your dad," Niall collapses onto the floor.