Preference: If I let you know, I’m here for you…

A/N: So this is the second part. I hope you like it! 

You die and he finds out you had his baby after he broke up with you.

Part two (*HIS POV*)

Zayn:  I looked down my shaking hands. Eight hours ago I found out I have a daughter. Now I sat in a room full of flowers and teddy bears. Mr. Lewis had given me an option. He said I should try to get her a good foster home. She was now in one, but they didn’t keep her. Everything in my life felt so tiny. Everything in the past was pathetic. My heart was beating so fast, that even tears on my cheeks didn’t matter. Second later the door opened and Liam walked in. He looked at me sadly, and I realized how awful I must have looked. “Zayn..,” he whispered, sitting next to me. He was the only one I called after I found out about…my kid. “I don’t know what to do..,” I sobbed to his shoulder, feeling like everything around me was collapsing. “It’s going to be okay,” Liam sushed, trying to calm me down. After all we were in social crevice’s waiting room. “She didn’t tell me…I can’t believe she didn’t tell me…And now she’s dead..,” I couldn’t breathe enough to bring sentences together. “I think she was afraid. Just like you are right now,” Liam whispered, stroking my back with his hand. I sniffled whipping my tears off. Liam smiled sadly, looking at me, “You know what you’re doing Zayn. I know you do.” I let out a small teary laugh. He was right. I knew. The door opened and a social worker came in holding a little girls hand. Her eyes were as red as mine, but identical in every single way. Her hair was black and thick, just like my sisters. She had her nose, and I could see in my mind how she’d wiggled it when she would laugh, just like her mom… “Ray,” I said out loud, looking at her. My heart was hurting. I didn’t expect it. I was surprised and in shock still but somehow I was happy… She looked at me straight to my eyes before I walked across the room and took her on to my arms. He wrapped her arms around me, leaving a sobs to my shirt. She smelled like Y/N. I lost my grip and looked down at her. She was looking me, clearly hesitating what she was about to say. It made me tear apart a bit. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you,” I said, muffling a sob. She smiled through her tears, placing her small hand to my cheek. “You were. You didn’t know about me, but I knew all about you,” she said gently, looking older than she really was. I grabbed her to a hug again, placing a kiss to on top of her head. “I know this is sudden, but do you want to live with me?” I whispered to her hair, looking at Liam who was watching us teary eyed. “Y-yeah,” she mumbled, grabbing me closer, afraid of letting go. “I wish mom could come too, like she wanted,” she said quietly, breaking the last piece of my heart. “Me too baby girl, me too,” I whispered, tears rolling down my cheeks when I held my crying daughter for the very first time. I got that feeling what would probably been there twelve years ago if I’d held her as a baby. Damn, everything changed. I have a daughter.

 Liam: “What is taking so long?” I asked nervously, packing back and forth in the chair. Y/BF/N sat next to me, staring at the emptiness, hiccupping occasionally. She had stop crying, what made me even nervous. She looked like she’d broke in to pieces. “It happened last week. It was supposed to be a normal surgery. She had appendicitis. A fucking appendicitis. I-I got James for a while. They didn’t know what to do with him. Still don’t..,” her voice was so silent that I had to make sure I heard everything she said. A appendicitis… “James turns three next month. She was supposed to throw a big party to him. He deserves it. If something happens to him I..,” she lost words and started to stare at the table again. The pain in my heart was unbearable. I’m not that guy who walks away when someone needs me. I’m not that guy who turns down someone who I love. Damn, I loved Y/N. I loved her so much. And now I loved James. I never even saw him before but I did. He was my and Y/N’s creation. Mostly Y/N’s but there had to be something from me. Even if there wouldn’t…He was my son. I wouldn’t let them take him away from me. A door creek stopped my toughs and I stood up so quickly I saw stars. The social worker looked at me, giving me the papers to sign. I had been his father all the way, but now, his custody was mine too. My hand shook when I looked my signature knowing that it would change everything. The door opened and another social worker carried a small sleepy boy into the room. There was no doubt he was mine. Despite Y/N’s eyes he was a spitting image of me. He looked at me sleepy, sucking his thumb and keeping his teddy bear as close as possible. His eyes were teary but I couldn’t not notice how tiny he was. His bear was barely smaller than him. My heart started to race when I looked at him. Every doubt I had, left my mind. He was mine. He was my son. Suddenly nothing else mattered. “Hi James, I’m your daddy,” I whispered, getting down on his level when social worker put him down. He was hiding back of her legs before his eyes traveled to my shirt. “You like mickey mouse?” a small voice asked, filling the air. It took a second to realize it was my son. “Y-Yeah,” I answered shakily, remembering suddenly that I had mickey shirt on, “you like it too?” He nodded, putting his thumb in to his mouth again. Y/BF/N kneeled down next to me, looking at James smiling through her tears. “Remember when I told you that mommy became a star in the sky?  Now she wanted that you had mom and dad, so your daddy is going to take you with him to live in his house, okay? I’ll visit you all the time, no need to worry. I’ll bring your toys and everything,” she said, looking at James, who was crying, “Be a big boy for mommy, okay?” He nodded his small head, giving her a hug before she gave him to me. “Daddy?” he asked when I adjusted him into my arms, never feeling as proud as that moment. That word changed everything I felt before. “Does your home have a window where I can say goodnight to mommy before I go to sleep?” My cheeks were burning, that’s how badly I was fighting against tears. “Yeah there is. Let’s go buddy. Let’s go home.”

 Louis: Something inside me had broken when I found out I have a son. I sat on the living room couch, head on my hands, when mom was silent on the other side. The woman had given me her number, telling me I had to decide what to do with my son. MY son… “Mom,” I said quietly, still looking at my hands, “I can’t give him to foster home.” Everything inside me was a mess. I felt so guilty not finding out what happened to Y/N after I left her standing on our apartment. She had my baby for Christ’s sake! “I know,” mom said, looking at me, reassuring that I was doing the right thing, “He’s family, either you accept it or not, but he’s your son.” I was in shock, not knowing what to do. “Why?” I asked, not capable to say anything else,” He doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve me. I know Y/N was amazing mother and I… I have tours and everything…” My voice faded away but mom’s didn’t. “Louis Tomlinson,” She said loudly but calmly, “You are going to be excellent father. I’m here and I’ll help, but you don’t give up. If you do, you’re not the son I raised.” I sniffled, knowing that she was right. I was lucky. I had a son like I always wanted. “Mom, can we go to get my son home?” I asked, heart filling with something I’ve never experienced before. Mom smiled, nodding before getting her car keys. On the way getting him all I could think was him. What he’d need, what he’d bee like…Everything. “Mom can you please drive faster?” I pleaded looking out the window, eager to meet a boy I helped create. “Calm down, you need to wait 9 minutes not 9 months,” she laughed, but pressed the gas eagerly to meet her grandson. “Is it weird if..,” I started, but I couldn’t let myself say it. “What?” mom asked, looking at me eyes full with something I didn’t recognize. “Is it weird if I already love him?” I asked, looking down, a bit embarrassed. “No,” mom said and I could hear a smile on her voice, “He’s your son. I love him too.” She parked the car and we got out. The woman had said he’d be here. My heart started to race with every step. After nanny had guided us to a room full of play pens, pencils, colors and toys, I saw him. He was sitting in a neon green chair, pink Crayola on his hand. He was doodling something to the paper, smiling himself. “He has been here almost two months,” mom whispered to me after she had talked to a nanny. I swallowed my tears. Two months. My son had been without a family, two months. “He looks just like you,” mom said, tears rolling down her cheeks. I nodded, in awe, not able to say anything. The nanny said something to her, what made him lift his head and look at us. His mouth opened when he threw the Crayola away and started to run. I dropped to my knees, opening my arms when my son ran to my embrace. “Daddy!” he squealed with his five years old voice and buried his face to my neck, making me cry of happiness, “I knew you’d find me I knew it.” I smiled when my tears rolled to my face as well as his. It felt like I know him. Suddenly he was it. What else would I need? “I love you buddy, I’m sorry it took so long to find you”

Harry: I smiled sadly when nurse pinched my arm with a needle. It was for her. For my little girl. She had become my world in less than one second. It was hard to describe. I wanted to be mad and hurt to Y/N, but I couldn’t. Somewhere in this same hospital was a baby girl what was made by our love. Tears started to frame my eyes, but I smiled them away. Pain what Y/N’s loss had caused me was unbearable, but I was still happy. I had a daughter. She must have loved her unborn child so much. She wanted the best for her child. I wasn’t the choice she thought, but I was sure I could do it. I was sure… Suddenly the door burst open and my mom and all the lads came in. They looked concerned. I looked at Louis who was the only one who knew that I was at hospital, and he looked back at me with scared eyes. “What happened?” mom asked, coming next to me, eyeing the tube in my hand. “I have a daughter,” I said, biting my lip so I wouldn’t smile so widely. “You what?” Niall asked. Everyone stared at me. “I have a daughter,” I said, suddenly crashing down to tears. They weren’t for my baby. They were for Y/N. After explaining everyone sat in the room, quietly. Mom had stretched out, giving her blood too, looking at me silently. “I don’t know what to say,” she whispered, “I’m so happy and so sad at the same time.” I nodded, feeling exactly the same. I wanted Y/N to be here. I wanted her to see her baby. I wanted her. Why did I ever leave her? I could have protected her. I could have stopped this all…”Harry don’t,” Louis said quietly, knowing exactly what I was thinking, “Y/N doesn’t need you anymore. Your baby needs.” I nodded, tears slipping down my cheeks when I smiled again, “I’m a dad.” Other boys smiled, not really knowing should they be sad or happy. Shit, even I didn’t know. “Mr. Styles?” Nurse asked, peeking her head to the empty hospital room we had used. “Yeah,” I said, looking at her. “Do you want to see your daughter?” my heart started to flutter the minute she said those words. It felt like I had waited this moment forever. “More than anything,” I said, trying to dry my tears. I didn’t want my baby to see sadness in his father’s face when she’d look at me for the very first time. The nurse opened the door, revealing a pink bundle. I stood up, every muscle shaking. She laid her on my arms, that small tiny miracle. I couldn’t believe it. She was so beautiful. Small hands, my curls…everything about her screamed mine and Y/N’s name. She was absolutely perfect. “Hi,” I whispered, now joy tears rolling down my cheeks, “Hi baby girl, I’m your daddy. I’m gonna take care of you and love you so much you can’t even believe. You’re so beautiful. Just like your mom. Just like her…” She sniffed in my arms, looking at me with her wide eyes. She was my world. Shit, she was more than just my world. She was my universe. I had never loved anything so badly in my whole life. She was at my arms, looking at me, hand gripping the air around her. She was mine. I could feel it everywhere. I needed her as bad as she needed me. Boys were cooing to her around me, and I searched mom from the crowd. She cried silently, looking at me and my baby, but this time it was good cry. She loved her too. “What are you naming her?” Liam asked, whipping away a tear. I smiled, looking down to my very own miracle, “Aurora. Y/N always loved that name and it feels like the right choice. Aurora Y/N Anne Styles.” Aurora cooed on my arms waving her chubby arms in the air. I leaned down to breathe in her scent before I kissed her tiny forehead, “I love you Aurora Styles.Daddy loves you so much.”

 Niall: I was in his car in a heartbeat. I had always wanted kids with Y/N.  I had a daughter now. Some guys would have doubted or said no, but that wasn’t me. I had a daughter. “How old is she?” I asked, biting my nails like always when I was nervous. “She’s four,” he answered, “Just turned.” I let my heart sink. I missed four years of her life. Four years. “She knows who you are. Y/N even took her one of the concerts when she started to ask. She knows everything…They…They were like best friends. Yes they were mother and daughter and she was tiny, but Y/N never lied to her. She was her world,” Y/N’s brother’s voice cracked when he spoke. We were driving through a tunnel, letting flash of lights over us. “How did she..,” I asked, not able to finish without breaking to tears. “She fell. Ironic, huh? She was always so clumsy and we used to joke about it…She never saw Cassandra’s fourth birthday…Last month has been a nightmare. She’s been asking for her. And you sometimes. I don’t know what to say.” I stared outside hands sweating against my pants. Cassandra. I had a four years old daughter whose name was Cassandra. I couldn’t help the feeling what was growing inside me. I was sad, mad and extremely happy at the same time. A daughter wasn’t a thing you got every day. Yeah it was a surprise but the minute he blurted out I have a kid, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. We used to talk about kids with Y/N. I knew she wanted to name her first girl Cassandra and first boy Logan. We agreed. We had fun when we thought what our kids would be like. We had talked about Cassandra…She was real. Even when I lost Y/N I didn’t lose Cassandra… “You can tell her that her father is going to love her and take care of her and give her everything she needs,” I answered, letting tears slid down my red cheeks. Y/N’s brother smiled sadly, nodding before he stopped the car outside of his apartment. “Thank you Niall, for giving her a chance,” He said quietly, “I know this came out of nowhere and this is huge thing…” I smiled at him, nodding my head. It was huge thing but I knew I could do it. I could. This was what she had wanted. Me and Cassandra. Oh how I wished I’d have her too, but this was how it was going… “No, thank you, for telling me I have a daughter,” I said before we entered his flat. Young looking baby sitter left, staring at me at awe. I tried to hide my puffy face, but she’d probably got it in twitter already. Y/B/N opened his bedroom door, revealing a small girl who was sleeping in his bed. She had my brown hair, my face, nose…everything. But the first thing I noticed was Y/N’s mouth. That mouth I loved so… I sat next to her in the small bed, crying lightly before I kissed her forehead. I loved her. It sounded silly, but I loved her so fucking much. She wasn’t a bad surprise. She was the best I could ever get. She started to stir her eyes. They were just like mine. She stared at me for a second, before Y/N’s smile spread across her face with tears. “Don’t cry baby, I’m here. I got you. I’m here,” I mumbled when I took her into my lap, feeling her cuddling against me. “I always wished you’d come,” she whispered, kissing my shirt with her small mouth. She broke my heart, but at the same time she re-created it. “I’m sorry you had to wait princess, but now I’m here and I love you and I’m never letting you go.”