Harry: You were staying at Harry’s family’s house for the 10 days around your due date. So when your water broke, you were at ease. “Mom,” you called for Anne. “Yes dear,” she ran up probably able to hear the emotion in your voice. “I think I’m going into labor,” you announced. She looked at the sheets around where you were siting. “Oh you are most defiantly going into labor,” she went to help you up and grab your bags. “Where’s Harry,” you asked. You begged him to go to the show that night, but they should have been back by now. “Call him on the way,” she instructed as she handed you your phone and lead you to her car. You continued to call him all the way there, and all the way to your room, and the entire time you were lying in your bed. “Where is my brother,” Gemma appeared to be scolding more than asking the second she arrived. “Stop calling him and concentrate on your breathing,” she demanded stealing your phone. You could hear her yelling through the door. “Harry Edward Styles your wife is in this room getting ready to deliver your son. She needs you now more than ever, and if you are at an after party I promise to castrate you myself. Call me the second you get this!” She hung up the phone violently and tried to calm herself for your sake. The doctor was getting ready to deliver, “He must be dying or injured,” she guessed as she took one of your hands and her mother took your other hand. “He still has time,” you tried to be optimistic. “Actuallywe don’t,” the doctor corrected.
Zayn: Once you realized that you were alone in the house and that Zayn was not answering his phone you decided you would have to take matters into your own hands and grabbed the keys. As you were opening the door another contraction hit and you screamed out the pain. “Mam, mam are you okay,” you looked behind you to see a young boy about 17. “I’m fine, just got to get to the hospital.” You tried to ignore him and get in the car to go. “Let me drive you,” he insisted. “I’m sure I can manage,” you huffed out. “I can’t let you go like that you’ll crash in that kind of pain,” you could tell he was going to be persistent. “Fine, but if you don’t get us there safely my husband will probably kill you,” you held onto your baby bump and wobbled over to the passenger’s side. “Where is the daddy anyway,” he pried. “I don’t know,” you admitted and that shut him up. Once you got to the hospital the boy pushed your chair all the way to the room. “Thank you, do you need cab money,” you asked realizing how weird the situation was. “No, I’m staying till no show comes,” he was really set in that. “Zayn, that’s his name. Besides it could take hours before it’s time to deliver he has plenty of time to get here.” You were already being examined, “actually you are ready. You’re lucky.” The nurse left the room excited for you. “You shouldn’t have to see this,” you pleaded. “I’m not letting my neighbor go through this alone,” he was stern. “What’s your name,” you were shocked. “Ricky.” He smiled at you and it eased your nerves, “thank you Ricky,” you grabbed his hand and prepared to start pushing.
Liam: You decided that it was time to give up and waited to hear the beep and begin: “Liam Honey. It’s me, (y/n). Um… your baby’s coming. She’s not very patient clearly, because the nurse just told me she was going to get the Doctor and in about 5 minutes he’ll be in here to start pushing. Probably gets the impatience from you,” you tried to ease your nerves more than his. “I don’t really know where you are, but if you could try and get home that would be great,” you tried not to cry realizing that he would be able to tell and that you would have a whole team of people coming in. “You know where the hospital is, you practiced. Umm… room 56… that’s where they put me. I guess you’ll probably call first. Yeah, you should do that… call me when and if you get this. I don’t mean to scare you or make you feel bad,” you were having a hard time thinking and probably sounded like a wreck. Your contractions were making your words come out like grunts and sometimes you were forgetting to breath. “You don’t have to worry, they said that everything looks great. It’s going supper smooth and everything. Everything should be fine. I know you’re not going to believe me, because of how I sound…” you realized you were babbling and that half the stuff you were saying was no longer important or useful. “Okay, I’ll wrap it up because they’re going to be in here soon… Believe me when I say we’re going to be fine, alright? The only reason it sounds like we’re not going to be is because… I’m scared… I love you.” You hung up because your brain went blank and you couldn’t come up with anymore words.
Niall: Your friend had gotten you to the hospital and you were so grateful for that, but why wasn’t Niall picking up his phone? Where was he? “How you doing,” your friend asked coming in with a glass of water. “Confused,” you answered honestly starting to take a drink, but spilling it a bit when another contraction hit. “Mrs. Horan, I’m afraid we may have some bad news…” the nurse started out giving you a near heart attack. “We are going to have to perform a C-Section, the baby is not in the right position to do a natural birth.” You sighed slightly relieved, “but my baby is fine?” You asked for clarification. “Everything looks healthy and should be okay. This procedure is very safe and I promise you have the best surgeon in the world to do it getting ready right now.” She squeezed your hand to assure you with a smile. “Right… like right, right now,” your voice squeaked as you prayed for the answer to be no. “Yes it needs to happen now there is no way we can wait any longer. We need to roll you back there immediately. “One last try, please. Let me just call him once more. I promise to be quick.” She looked conflicted but then nodded her head, not seeing any other option. You picked up your phone and waited for the 5 rings that had become so imbedded in your brain to play out. Once the message machine started you put the phone down and took a deep breath. With the most confidence you could muster you informed them, “he’s not coming. Let’s do this.” With that the nurse was pushing you out of the room through the hall.