His POV

Niall: Lately Y/N had been acting weird and I wanted to know why, she was being distant and it sucked. I walked into the bathroom earlier and saw a pregnancy test box in the trash can and it seriously surprised me, no it made me want to cry. She couldn't be pregnant, we were always safe and she's on birth control. I looked in the box, but there was no sign of the actual test. I paced around the bedroom, running through everything in my head and asking myself how this could happen. I was stressing myself out and I didn't even know if she was actually pregnant, but there is a possibility that she was. Maybe that's the reason behind her strange moods and weird cravings, possibly the reason why she has been so distant with me. Just as I was about to start over thinking, again, but I heard the front door slam shut and the sound of her heals hitting the floor as she came into the bedroom. She took one look at me and she knew something was wrong, I obviously looked as bad as I felt. "What's going on, babe?" she asked, making her way over to me. I pulled away from her, not sure why but I did. "Were you going to tell me?" I asked, she looked at me confused. "Tell you what? What's going on with you?" I ran my fingers through my hair, frustrated that she didn't tell me or acted like she didn't know what I was talking about. "That you were pregnant!"

Zayn: Sleeping and eating, that's all she's being doing lately. I kept wondering why Y/N was acting different than normal, usually she was bubbly and jumpy but she hasn't been for a while. I felt like I was no help to her, but what could I do if she was asleep half the time and eating the other half, not to mention she was making herself sick every time she ate. When I say every time, I meant even if she only late a little she would feel the need to throw up. I was always by her side when she ran to the bathroom sick, but she wouldn't tell me why she was getting so sick. I've been thinking about it for a while now, like what could be wrong with her, and I came to the conclusion that she could be...pregnant. There's a big possibility that she is, we tried to be safe every time but that's not always the case. She knew, I knew she knew, but she wasn't telling me. She probably thought I would leave her, which I wouldn't, but I really need her to talk to me. I was laying in bed with her, but she was out cold. I shook her awake, no longer able to keep guessing and scaring myself. "What, Z?" she asked, mumbling. "Are you pregnant?"

Louis: Not to be mean, but my girlfriend had been eating a lot lately. She was also moody, so I didn't mess with her. She was constantly getting mad at me a lot, even when I hadn't done anything wrong. She was currently cooking dinner, it smelled so good. I walked into the kitchen and saw her stirring whatever was in the pot, then she suddenly stopped. She looked at me and I could see how pale she was, she quickly ran off into the bathroom. But before I could go after her I turned off the cooking stove. I ran into the bathroom just as she left out the contents of her stomach, I quickly got a hold of her hair. I was thinking about every possible reason why she could become sick, but only one reason really made since. Then again it didn't, she couldn't possibly be pregnant. But her being pregnant would explain why she has been the way she has. She finally got off the floor and brushed her teeth, I sat on the toilet and by some stupid reason, I blurted out, "You're pregnant aren't you?"

Harry: There had been a string of times where we thought she was pregnant, because we wanted a kid, but this time she was having all the symptoms. We had been arguing about it lately because I thought she was and she 'knew' she wasn't. I ordered out for dinner, I got her favorite, and I brought it home after work. I walked into the house and saw her cuddled up on the couch, so I went over and woke her up. "Hey, love," I said pulling her out of her slumber. "Hi," she said, stretching. She sat up and I laughed at her, she looked so cute every time she woke up. "I got dinner, your favorite." I opened up the containers and her face dropped, making me confused. "Close it!" she, practically, screamed. So I did as she asked, pushing the containers away. "What's wrong?" "Nothing, the smell just got me sick." I looked at her confused, again. Lately she had been eating weird things and dismissing all the things she normally liked. It was so unusual for her to be like this and, once again, I felt the need to say she was pregnant. So I did. "I'm telling you, you're probably pregnant."

Liam: She was distant, she was gone all the time, and she wouldn't talk to me. I was wondering if she was planning to break up with me or what. I didn't know what was going on, but one afternoon our home phone rang and I answered it, "Hello?" "Hi, is Y/N available?" "No she is not. Can I take a message?" There was a moment of silence, "Tell her that her results are in and she can come in or call in to get them." Test results, what test results? I politely hung up the phone and thought about what could possibly be wrong with her and why she hadn't told me. I thought about her habits and what had changed; she was sleeping more (when she was home), eating a lot, and sometimes I felt like she cried when I slept. The only thing, not a critical thing, which I could think of was that she was either depressed or, no she couldn't be, pregnant. Pregnant, pregnant, pregnant. I hope that was the case because I didn't want anything worse to be wrong with her. She walked in the door just as I was about to lose it, she looked at me and walked away. Instead of following her I yelled, "Are you pregnant? What's going on with you?" She instantly stopped in her tracks, turning to face me.