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He finds out you can have children

Niall: He takes your hand, swinging them between the two of you as you take a walk through the park. He points discreetly in the direction of a couple with a young child, feeding the ducks by the pound, "That could be us one day,". Your stomach tightens as you force a smile, before spotting an ice cream van in the distance and dropping Niall's hand, "Oh look, ice cream,". Before you can get away he catches your hand, pulling you back, and you catch sight of the frown on his face, "Why do you always do that? Just freeze up whenever I mention the future. Do you not want a future with me?". You sigh, and look up at him sadly, "Of course I do Niall,". "Then why?" he persists. This was a conversation you knew you had to have sooner or later - though you'd been hoping for the latter. You look back over at the small family he'd pointed out moments ago, a wistful smile on your face before you sigh once more, "If thats what you want Niall, I can't give you that,". His brows knit together in confusion, "What do you mean?". "I mean," you take a deep breath, looking down at your feet, not able to meet Niall's gaze, "I can't have children. Like, I actually can't. I had to have loads of tests done when I was younger and - yeah, I can't,". You feel his hand reach beneath your chin, tilting your face up so you're looking at him as he speaks, "Why didn't you tell me before now?". Your voice is barely a whisper, cracking towards the end, "I was scared you'd leave me,". "Hey," he gently strokes a piece of hair out of your face, his hand cupping your cheek, "I love you. You. It doesn't matter to me, I just want you,". Your eyes are watering as you smile slightly, leaning into his embrace.

Louis: Louis reaches over and squeezes your hand tightly beneath the doctors desk, and you look over at him with a forced smile, grateful for his attempt at calming you. "So Miss (Y/L/N), I have the results back from your tests, and i'm afraid it's not good news," the doctor starts, and you feel your stomach clench as you look over at Louis nervously, "I'm afraid you are not able to have children,". Your mouth drops open in shock, "That can't be right. I've been pregnant before, three times,". The doctor nods slowly, "I know this is difficult for the both of you to get your head around, but these tests results do explain as to why you have had the three early miscarriages, you are not able to carry a baby for the full period,". "What, never?" you choke out, trying hard to hold back your tears. "There is a slim possibility of conception, but the chance is so small, I believe that continued attempt for children that fail will have a detrimental effect on your psychological health Miss (Y/L/N),". You feel numb through the rest of the appointment, Louis' hand in yours the only thing keeping you grounded. "Sweetheart," Louis' voice pulls you out of your trance when you are back at the apartment and you look up into his equally sad eyes, "Are you ok?". "I'm fine," you insist, placing a hand reassuringly on the crook of his arm, "We'll keep trying,". His eyes widen as he looks down at you, "Didn't you hear what the doctor said?". You nod quickly, "Yes, but you've always wanted kids, and we always said we were going to have them, so we'll just have to keep trying,". "No," Louis interrupts sternly, and you look up at him in surprise, "We can still have a family, there are other ways," he reaches out to hold your face in both of his hands, "I am not going to put you through that pain again and again - all I need is for you to be ok,".

Liam: You wipe your eyes as you walk out of the doctors office and back into the waiting room, but the second your eyes fall upon Liam sat there waiting for you, a sob escapes your throat and the tears start falling again. Liams head shoots up at the sound, and seeing you, he rushes over and wraps his arms around you tightly, "Shh, it's ok, shh. Come on, lets get you home,". You calm down slightly at his soothing words, and your sobs have slowed as you climb into the car. Liam looks over at you from the drivers seat in the parked car, "(Y/N) what did the doctor say? You're not... dying, are you?". "Oh Liam," his worries cause the tears to return with renewed vigour, and you reach over, holding his hand to your lips gently. You'd gone to the doctors not feeling very well a few weeks previously, and just to be sure it was nothing major, you'd been put through a number of tests. "Oh Liam, i'm so sorry. I'm so sorry," you sob, and Liam moves his hand to your cheek, desperately trying to wipe away the tears. "Please," his voice is desperate, "You're really scaring me, please just tell me,". "I'm so sorry Liam," you sniff, wiping your cheek, "We can never have a family. I can't have children,". You notice him let out a deep breath, and a sad smile spreads across his face as his thumb gently strokes your cheek, "(Y/N), you are my family, and thats what matters. We're young, we have a long time to before we start thinking about things like that - we'll deal with it should we have to,". You rest your hand atop his on your cheek as you whisper, "I'm sorry Liam,". "Hey, there's nothing to apologise for. Nothing at all," he leans forward, kissing your lips gently before pulling away with a smile.

Harry: "Ah!" you yelp, bringing your cut finger up to your mouth, moving over to the oven to stop the alarm going off. You groan, quickly putting on oven mitts before you pull out the roast chicken and finding it burnt to a crisp. You drop it on the side, throw the mitts across the room and slide down the counter til you're sat on the floor, and wrapping your arms tightly around your legs, starting to cry. "Whats going on?" Harry's head pops through the kitchen door at the noise, and gasps as he see's you on the floor, "Whats happened, are you ok?". "I'm a useless excuse of a women," your voice is muffled by your tears and your knees. He chuckles slightly as he kneels down beside you, stroking your arm until you look up at him, "And why is that?". "I can't cook anything without it being burnt to a crisp. I can't even cut chuffing vegetables without cutting myself!" you almost shout, angry at yourself. "When did you decide you wanted to be such a domestic goddess?" Harry looks at you, half amused. "I'm crap at everything," you sigh, dropping your head onto your knees again. "Whats up with you?" Harry asks seriously, "Whats with all this self-depreciating stuff as of late?". You look up at him sadly, seeing only concern in his eyes, "I went to the doctors last week,". "Yes..." he trails off, his brows knitting together in worry. "I can't have children," you blurt out, pulling at your hair, "I'm a crap excuse for a woman,". "Hey, shh," he reaches over, taking your hands gently in his, and holding you against his chest as you let yourself cry for the first time since finding out. "I think you're perfect," he assures you, "It doesn't change that,".

Zayn: You look over the table at Zayn while the two of you are having breakfast and sigh. "Zayn," he looks up at you and smiles expectantly, "I'm breaking up with you,". "What?" he shouts, dropping his fork on the table, "Where has that come from? Why?". You get up from your seat, turning to head out of the room, "I just can't Zayn,". He's up in a flash, catching your wrist and spinning you around, "No, you're not going just like that. You're not going anywhere without some kind of explanation," he looks at you desperately, "I thought we were happy?". "I am Zayn, I am," you sigh, not meeting his gaze, "But I can't give you what you want anymore,". "What do you mean?" his voice cracks, and he holds both your hands, "You're everything I want,". "Zayn," you look at him sadly, "I'll never be able to give you a family, I found out at the doctors last week. I can't... I can't have kids. And i'm not going to hold you back and -". "I'm in a relationship with you (Y/N), not 'the future'. I love you," he insists, and you smile slightly, "I want to be with you. We can sort the rest out when we have to - right now it's me and you,". You nod, tears forming in your eyes, "Thank you - I love you Zayn,".