Harry: He stood next to you, holding your hand as the nurse roamed the camera around your swollen stomach. You watched in amazement as the features came clear on screen. You could see your baby’s facial features forming, the nose and the ears. Its little hands were bunched into fists and its eyes remained closed. “Mr. and Mrs. Styles, would you like to find out the gender of your baby?” the nurse asked one the ultrasound was completed. Looking up at Harry, he nodded, telling you he would like to know. “We would like to know,” you smiled back up at her and she smiled. “Well, Mrs. Styles, you and your husband can expect a little girl in about 4 months. Congratulations.” The young lady smiled before leaving you and Harry alone to take in the wonderful news. “A girl…” he breathed out, his dimples becoming more and more evident as his smile grew. “We’re getting our Darcy, Harry,” you said, watching Harry’s eyes water. “Oh my god…” The two of you were both teary eyed, looking at each other with nothing but pure love.
Liam: You were five months pregnant and today you would finally be finding out what the gender of your baby was going to be. You honestly thought Liam was more excited than you. It was so sweet how he talked about what he would do with a little boy. Through the whole pregnancy, even though he tried to hide it, you knew he wanted a boy more than anything. But you didn’t blame him, all he had were sisters. The closest thing he had to brothers were the boys. If he had a little boy of his own, he would be able to take all the things that he dreamed of and live them out with his son. At the doctor’s office, he waited in the waiting room until you were finished. He wanted to be surprised, and with the results you received, you knew he would be. “Liam?” you said, walking into the empty waiting room. He stood up the minute you said his name, looking at you anxiously. “Well..?” he asked, his eyes full of anticipation. “Guess who’s gonna have a son?” The expression on Liam’s face was one you’ll remember for as long as you’ll live. His mouth formed a toothy smile and he fell to his knees, putting both of his hands on your stomach, sniffing back happy tears. “Daddy loves you. Forever and ever.”
Niall: Niall didn’t care what the gender was. The first time you asked him what he wanted he said, “I don’t care what they are, as long as it’s a happy, healthy baby.” Today, you were going to find out the results of your ultrasound from a week ago. You both decided you wanted to know what gender the baby was going to be, but the doctor just needed to be sure. So now that the results were final, the two of you walked in that office hand-in-hand, ready for more life changing news. She brought you into her small office, sitting opposite from both of you. “Well, I’m assuming the two of you don’t want to stay here long, so, Mr. and Mrs. Horan, I am pleased to tell you that you two are expecting a little boy.” She smiled at the two of you. You looked at Niall with probably the biggest smile possible and he was there returning it. Pulling your face to his, he didn’t care that the doctor was there. You were giving him a son. “I love you,” he mumbled against your lips, putting his hands on your belly, showing his true love for both you and your baby.
Zayn: You and Zayn were both looking forward to the new addition of the family arriving in only a few short months. But before then, Zayn had to finish up one more tour. During that tour, you would be able to find out what the gender of your baby was. As disappointed Zayn was, you had promised him you would Skype him as soon as you got home from the appointment. By the time you were home, Zayn’s texts were getting more and more anxious. You were finally going to be able to relieve some of his anxiety by sitting in front of the small camera and delivering the news. “Please (Y/N)! I’ve been so excited! So? What are we having?” He was literally bouncing up and down on his small bunk. Smiling widely, you opened your mouth and told him the news that would change his life. “Zayn, we’re having a girl!” you exclaimed, just as excited. “YES!” he cheered, running his hand through his hair. “I love you so much boo.”
Louis: It was December 24, Louis birthday and Christmas Eve. Earlier that week, you had managed to slip under Louis’ nose and go to a doctor’s appointment where you were able to find out the gender of the baby. Thinking it would be a wonderful idea for both a birthday and Christmas present, you designed him a beautiful little card with the great news inside. After all yours and his family left, you figured now would be a good time to give him his present. “Louis? There’s one more thing you have to open.” You held out the envelope and he smiled warmly. “Thank you baby.” Sitting down next to him, you watched him open it up and begin reading. His face turned from the warm smile to an expression of complete joy. He looked up at you, back at the card and then back to you. “R-Really (Y/N)? We’re having… a boy?” he asked. Tearing up at his reaction you nodded your head, confirming it. The card fell onto the couch and you were in his arms in seconds. “I love you so much.”
