Louis: Your relationship was on and off, and typically off way more than on. So when you got pregnant, you weren’t shocked that he had doubts about the child truly being his. What did shock you, was for him to completely deny the child altogether, as if there wasn’t a chance it was his own. “He refuses to believe it’s his,” you told your best friend, with tears in your eyes, “I know we are on and off like crazy, but it is his. Even when we’re off, I’m not with anyone else. That fact we break up a lot, doesn’t change who the father is.” Not wanting to see your tears, your friend almost said one thing, but then decided on honesty, “Well can you blame him? You guys were together what, once, maybe twice in that timeframe? He has doubts, like anyone would. Wouldn’t you wonder if it were reversed? How can he know for sure you didn’t date anyone else? Just prove him wrong. Don’t cry that he doesn’t believe you, get a test, and show him why he should have all along.”
Niall: He should have known better. Your daughter looked just like him in every way. Her features were all Niall, and only her eyes were shared with you. All of that did not change the fact he didn’t believe she was his though, it was all just coincidences in his eyes. “I don’t believe she’s mine, I really don’t. And I’m not raising someone else’s kid.” “But she’s yours!” You argued, hating him for even bringing this up. How could he deny her? “She’s not,” he shook his head, somehow not seeing how anything between your daughter and himself told him that you were honest. “Why would I lie? Niall, she is yours.” Nothing you said would change his mind, it was set. “She’s not mine, and like I said, I’m not raising someone else’s kid.” Your heart was broken over his trust in you, and if not for your daughter you would have let him just walk away. “Why don’t we go and get a test done, and then you can tell me she’s not yours.”
Liam: From the time your son was only 6 months, Liam denied him. It was at that point he could no longer shake the doubts he had all along. Your son was now almost 2, and Liam still did not believe he was his. You offered test, but he felt like it was a waste of time. He was so sure he was right, that it didn’t feel necessary. “Just stop it [Y/N]. We both know he’s not mine.” “But he is!” you argued, “Please, just take a stupid DNA test. Once you do that, I can leave you alone forever. If you’re right, I’ll be out of your life. And if I’m right, you can apologize, and be there for our son.” There was logic behind that Liam couldn’t argue. He did want this over with already. “Okay, fine, I’ll go with your get a DNA test.” “And then you can stop denying your child.” He shook his head, “I really don’t believe you.” “I know you don’t, but I know who I slept with,” you replied confidently, because despite whatever doubts he had, you knew the truth.
Harry: “So Harry, rumor has it that you and [Y/N] welcomed a baby boy last month. Anything you want to tell us?” an interviewer asked Harry, hoping to get the biggest news of their career. Though your pregnancy had been completely private, word leaked out only a few hours after your son was born that you and Harry had welcomed your first child. Nothing had been confirmed or denied yet though, and this was the first interview since everything happened. So Harry knew the question was coming, and had a reply prepared, one you never thought you would hear. “[Y/N] did have a little boy last month, but he’s not mine. So the rumors can stop.” Staring at your TV, you didn’t believe his words. Had he really just denied your son to everyone? You knew he had doubts, he’d shown that all along, but this shocked you. Why tell the world, before voicing his doubts to you? You looked down at your sleeping child in your arms, the one you knew was his, and teared up, “How can he not see the truth?”
Zayn: From the moment you told Zayn you were pregnant, he denied your child. He told no one about the pregnancy, and anyone who did know, he told them you were lying. In his mind, the dates didn’t add up. You tried to explain it to him, but he refused to listen. He saw it all as one big lie, even if it was the truth. “I don’t know what else to do. He won’t even answer my calls anymore.” The friend you were telling this to sighed, as she replied, “Call another of the boys. Do you have any of their numbers? Tell them to convince him to at least think it’s a possibility. He’s just being an idiot.” “I just want him to realize I’m not lying. This is our baby, and he’s denying it. And I don’t know how to do that.” “What I would do, just keep bugging him, and the other boys. Force him to at least get a test. Prove him wrong.” “It’s not that easy,” you commented. She rolled her eyes, “Give me all their numbers. I’ll get in touch with someone. He’s going to figure out the truth one way or the other, he has no choice.”