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He has to deliver your baby.

Harry: "Drive Harry." You were nearly yelling at him, his eyes wide, nervous as he pulled out of your driveway. His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to make his way to the hospital as safely and quickly as possible. "Faster." You urged as he drove, groaning as you could feel an insane amount of pressure, a pain that you'd never felt before. Harry groaned as you looked over the backseat of the car, realizing that something was holding up traffic, each car bumper to bumper. "Harry, what's wrong?" You groan from the back of the car, Harry opening his door and getting out, hoping to see what the holdup is. With no way out Harry became frustrated, running a hand through his hair. "Excuse me, my wife is in labor here! I need to get through!" He called out to virtually no one, only one woman being drawn out of her car to help him as he delivered your baby in the back of his car.

Louis: "Lou, I'm not feeling too good. Do you think we could just head home?" You asked, Louis looking slightly disappointed but understanding. "Sure, just let me get the food boxed up." He motioned for a waiter to come over, requesting the check. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom really quick." You stood, excusing yourself. A few minutes later a woman emerged from the bathroom. "Louis!" She called out his name desperately, Louis standing and walking her way. "Your wife is in labor. I called the rescue squad but she's asking for you." Louis was already pushing past her and into the bathroom before she could finish, finding you with your legs spread, tears running down your cheeks as you tried to hold on for a little longer. "I can't have her here Lou. It's not safe." You groaned as another contraction came over you. "She's not gonna wait." You shook your head, Louis already on the phone with your doctor, asking what to do. "He says you've got to push babe." He set the phone down on speaker, grabbing your hand and counting down from three, the first push that would result in your daughter being born into the hands of her father.

Niall: Niall rubbed his eyes, groggy as you groaned from your spot on the large resting area of their tour bus, the only place you'd been able to get comfortable since you'd come to visit. "Where are we?" You asked, looking out the window to see nothing but road ahead of you. "I don't know. Let's just go back to sleep." He mumbled until your eyes widened, a wetness between your legs. "Niall, wake up now. I'm in labor." You nearly shouted, Niall's eyes popping open instantly. "It's too early though." Niall yelled, walking through the bus, tapping the other boys to wake them and alerting their driver. Unfortunately there wasn't a hospital in sight and America was a little too unfamiliar to all of you. "You can't have the baby now." Niall looked completely panicked, all the other boys crowding around you, their phones glued to their ears as they tried to figure out anything to stall. "I can't help it." You squeezed his hand as another contraction passed through you, Niall coaxing you through birth between your legs with the other four boys supporting your back as you gave birth to your little boy right on their bus, their little "tour baby" as they called him.

Liam: Something was definitely wrong. "Li, could you go get me some water." You cleared your throat, groaning as another contraction hit. "Yeah, you alright?" He asked, rubbing his eyes as he sat up, heading downstairs to get you a glass of water. "It's just a little pain, nothing to worry about." You assured him, growing warier by the second as sharp inflictions of pain overtook your body, leaving you screaming. Glass shattered as Liam rushed back up the stairs to you. "I think it's time." You yelled, Liam pacing back and forth, panicking as he spoke into the phone. "It can't be time. She's not due for another four months." He ran a hand through his hair, hanging up after moments where he only nodded. "Alright, they said an ambulance will be here, fifteen minutes tops." He took your hand, wincing as you squeezed it tightly. "I don't know if I'll make it that long." You moaned, Liam becoming frustrated as he lifted you from the bed, carrying you downstairs. "Stop!" You called when he reached the bottom, Liam setting you down on the floor, completely panicked and terrified as he delivered your tiny baby, the ambulance arriving as soon as your final push took place, Liam stunned that such a little thing could mean so much to him.

Zayn: "Zayn, it's time." Your hand gripped onto his arm and he grumbled at first until he realized. It was time. His hand automatically reached for the bag you'd kept tucked under the bed, already packed for when it was time for your baby to come. You whimpered, squeezing his arm even more. "Come on babe. You've got to stand up. Just walk to the car for me so I can drive you to the hospital." He placed his hand on your back to assist you. "It hurts too much Zayn." You moaned, sitting back on the bed, his phone already to his ear as he called for an ambulance to pick you up. Zayn tried to get you to relax, warm towels and taking off your clothes as you instructed, realization hitting him as the seconds went by, that your son wasn't planning on waiting for assistance to arrive. By the time they'd arrived your baby had already been brought into this world, right in your own home by the one and only Zayn Malik, his father.