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
soaked sweat pants. She turned slowly with eyes as big as a deers in headlights. “He’s coming.” It took a minute to
register in my mind - but once I did I was on the move. I ran up the stairs grabbing a few baby clothes and her clothes
as well. I grabbed the keys, stuffing the clothes and other things in a backpack. “C’mon, let’s go!” I yelled as she
wobbled to the car. “Baby Tommo is on the way!” We arrived at the hospital, and it comforted me thinking now I didn’t have
to be the only one dealing with her screaming. I held her hand, and never let it go. “Ahhh!” She climbed onto the emergency
bed, and laid down. The nurses came in, and plugged her into machines. “Can I get the drugs now?” (Y/n) asked with a
pained look. She said she didn’t want the drugs, but she obviously changed her mind. I didn’t argue since my baby was
being born, and she was also in terrible pain. “Its too late, Mrs. Tomlinson,” the nurse said with a sad expression. “Ok
the doctor is here,” the nurse who said she couldn’t have drugs announced. An older gentleman stepped in, and made (y/n)
put her feet on two pedals, and open her legs. “Push, push, push!” He yelled. (Y/N) squeezed my hand as well as screaming.
"One more big push!" And the doctors voice was drowned out by a crying baby. He cut the cord and handed him to (Y/N).
Even though she had sweat and matted hair stuck to her face, she was so beautiful. “Look,” she said quietly, pulling the
baby blanket down under his head. “He’s so beautiful. He has your eyes.”
Niall- “Ok, (y/n), truth or dare?” Louis asked. We were having a friendly reunion. Louis, Harry, Liam, Perrie, and Zayn
were here. I had one hand on her belly, and the other holding her hand. She was almost due, and it was so wonderful. We
were having our first baby girl. The first girl Horan. “Dare,” she said, narrowed eyes. I nuzzled my head on her neck.
"I dare you to …." I glared at Louis. He knew not to make her do anything to bad. "Stuff your face with this whole box
of mini donuts.” She laughed, and took the box, stuffing up to 14 in her mouth before she stopped, and looked worried.
Everyone stopped laughing as was intently starring at her. “You ok, (y/n)?” Perrie asked lightly. My hand was still on
her belly, but the other was around her shoulder, holding her tightly. “(Y/N)?” I asked. She spit the donuts out onto
Louis’s floor, causing a big ball of powder to go everywhere. She would have ate them all unless something was wrong.
"My water broke," she said, hyperventilating. Perrie smiled and clapped her hands together, while (y/n) made an uneasy
face. “C’mon,” I said. “Lets get you to the hospital.” I helped her up, and peeked at Lou. “Have cleaning up my princesses
water and donut mess.” He made a face and stood up. Perrie got the other side of (y/n) while Louis raced to get his keys.
I had her sit right next to me, almost inside me. I held her tightly, and finally I helped her out of the van. We took slow
steps to the doors, and the nurses got a stretcher. We all helped her up, while I ordered everyone besides Perrie to the
waiting room. (y/n) asked Perrie to come in the room with her and I. She needed a girl friend, and I understood that
perfectly. They rolled (y/n) into a lone room, and had her put her feet up onto the bars, which she did. The doctor walked
in and explained the crowning would hurt most, and the drugs weren’t an option considering how far she was. (Y/N) screamed
in pain everytime the baby kicked. The doctors and nurses kept checking her centimeters, but I didn’t care. (y/n) was in
pain, and also having our baby. I had a hand around her shoulder, supporting her neck, and the other holding her hand.
Perrie was next to her, telling her how great she was doing. She seemed comforted by that. Finally the doctor came in for
the last time - and he said she was ready. “Ok Mrs. Horan, now I need you to push when I say push, ok?” Somehow, (y/n)
managed a mangled ‘Ok’ before groaning in pain, and throwing her head back. Beads of sweat pushed their way all over her
face. Her hair began to get matted to her forehead with sweat. “Ok, push!” She squeezed my arm, and screamed bloody murder.
"Another push! Big one, big one!" She did as she was told, and screamed even louder. Suddenly the door opened, and Louis
walked in. “Get out!” (y/n) screamed at the top of her lungs. I sent Lou yet another glare who sprinted out of the room.
"I see the head," the doctor announced. "One more really big push ok? Now!" She threw her head back, and curled her whole
body, screaming, and then threw herself back down as if she was possessed. “I got her!” The nurse handed him scissors, and
he cut the umbilical cord. That made the baby began crying, which made me and (y/n) smile. “Its a girl!” The doctor wrapped
her into the baby blanket, pure pink, and said he’d order a room for us. Perrie glanced at the baby, and congratulated us.
She stepped out, and soon we heard the cheers of the boys. (Y/N) held the crying baby close to her, and murmured to her.
"Look at what we made," she said out of breath. "She’s so beautiful." "Too beautiful," I answered, with a chuckle. "She
won’t be allowed to date til she’s twenty!”
Zayn- We were in the restaurant, celebrating the baby’s birth before it even happened. “I want to be able to eat out
without worrying where he or she is and if he or she is safe,” she said. She laughed at a joke I stole off Louis, but
stopped abruptly. “What’s wrong?” She didn’t say anything but got her purse and stood up, putting her jacket on, and
pushing the chair in. “Are you coming?” she asked as she made her way to the door. Confused, I jumped up following her.
She took my keys despite myself telling her where we were going. She drove to the hospital, and went up to the desk in
the emergency part. “(y/n) what’s going on?” she ignored me and focused on the lady at the desk. “I’m in labor. My water
broke,” she said calmly. She didn’t even make any noise. The nurse nodded, confused on why she was so calm as well. She
climbed onto the stretcher, while I held her hand and ran along the stretcher’s side. “I was scheduled for a c-section,”
she informed the nurse. “I was supposed to get it in 2 days….” the nurse nodded, and grabbed a chart flipping through
it. “Well,” she began. “Your doctor is here, and theres no occupied OR’s. So you’re in luck.” She smiled, and rolled us
into a elevator where we went to the OR’s. On the overheads they ordered (y/n)’s doctor to Operating room 3. The nurse
pulled us into the room and made her change into a hospital gown. I held her shoulders, massaging them while the nurse
prepped for surgery. She laid the instruments out, and cut a whole in (y/n)’s gown where she’d be cut open. The nurse
applied some yellow cooling gel onto her belly and made it into a C. The doctor walked in calmly, and took a seat. “Do
you feel anything, Mrs. Malik?” She mumbled, “No.” He smiled. “That is good.” He got the scalpel and slid it along her
skin. “Do you feel anything?” She said no again. He messed around her belly, where neither of us could see since there
was a divider. “It’s a bouncing baby boy!” He smiled, and cut the umbilical cord. He wrapped a blue blanket around the
baby and handed it to (y/n). I touched his face. I just starred at him. He was mine. he was ours. We made him. He brushed
his cheek with his thumb, and cried out. (Y/n) rubbed a hand along his face, and smiled. “(Y/s/n). That’s his name. (Y/s/n)
Malik.” She smiled and laughed, and held him close while the doctor stitched her back up.