Niall: You were sobbing into your hands, hard, curled up on a couch in a little ball. How could you choose? How could you make this decision? You rubbed your hand over your tiny little baby bump. There was a little baby in there. A little Horan baby. And if you wanted him… you had to give up your other Horan. You had missed your appointment today at the doctor’s office, you couldn’t do it. You weren’t going to lose your baby. Which meant when Niall came home from recording today… you had to break up with him. Call off your wedding. Everything. The door to your flat slammed open, then shut, and you knew Niall was home. He came storming in, pissed as hell, tears running down his angry face. “HOW COULD YOU,” he screamed, his voice rough and angry, “HOW COULD YOU DO THAT? AND NOT TELL ME?” He collapsed to his knees in front of you, grabbing your hand, “Did… did you think I’d be mad? …did you think I wouldn’t love you?” Niall broke off into tears. “I didn’t do it,” you squeaked. Niall’s head shot up, and he stared at you, “What? Management asked about your appointment today…” “I know,” you sniffled, “They made me make the appointment…” “What?” Niall’s eyes grew wide, he got up on his knees and gently grabbed your face in his hands. You nodded, “They said I had to choose between you or the baby. The baby wasn’t good for your career. I’m so sorry, I love you so much, but I could never-” but Niall cut you off with a kiss. “I’m not mad at you,” he murmured, “However, I am mad with management,” he growled. “You’re getting me. And we’re getting this baby. And management is getting their asses kicked. But right now,” he smiled, making you giggle, “We’re going to take a nap.”
Liam: “So… um,” you started crying into your hands, “I think we need to go our separate ways,” you couldn’t hold it back, and you broke out into hard sobs. Liam seemed frozen, he refused to move and he moved his hands to yours, tears pricking his eyes. “Please…,” Liam whimpered, moving one hand to your swelling belly, “I want to be here. I want to marry you. I want this baby,” Liam was now sobbing. “I can’t believe you want to break up with me… don’t, just don’t… I’ll do anything.” You started crying, gently grabbing Liam’s face and bringing it up to yours, kissing him repeatedly. “I don’t want to break up with you,” you sniffled. “Then… why?” “Management,” you squeaked. Liam jumped to his feet, fists forming at his sides. “THEY DID WHAT? HOW DARE THEY. BECAUSE OF OUR BABY?! I SWEAR TO GOD…” You shrunk back at Liam’s sudden out burst. “Oh…,” Liam quieted himself, gently moving to your side, “Don’t be afraid. I’m sorry. I’m not angry with you.” Liam gently picked you up and carried you to your room. He tucked you into his chest, rubbing your back. “You’re not going anywhere. You’re staying right here. I love you… and this baby.” You buried your head in Liam’s neck, and he gently rubbed your pregnant belly, almost making you purr. Liam bent down towards your ear, “I’m in love with you… and all these little things…”
Louis: “[Y/N]…,” you heard Louis’ sobs as you gently closed the door to your flat, “Are you home?” You gently slid your shoes off and walked into the bedroom, where Louis was crying on the bed. “Why…,” Louis looked up and met your gaze, standing up and moving towards you, gently wrapping one hand around you and pulling you closer, the other on your belly. “Why… did you think I wouldn’t love you? Or love this baby? I just…” Louis dropped his head to your shoulders, his tears wetting your shirt. “I didn’t…,” you whimpered out. Louis’ head snapped up and he met your gaze, “You didn’t? Management told me to check up on your appointment…” Louis looked confused. “I know. They told me it was that or you. And… I couldn’t go through with it.” Louis grabbed your face and kissed you harshly, “Oh, baby. Oh, [Y/N]… You don’t have to make that choice. You never have to make that choice. You get me. You get me and this baby. Okay? And management is going to get hell from me,” he growled through his teeth. You nodded, suddenly exhausted, eyes drooping and leaning your head on Louis’ shoulder. “Come on,” Louis whispered, “Let’s get you and this baby some rest.” Louis gently led you to bed, tucking you into the duvet. “I’m going to make you some tea,” he whispered. “No,” you murmured, “Stay with me.” Louis smiled, climbing in bed behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist and rubbing your pregnant belly. “Our baby.”
