Fourteen- I'm the father.

It was all a mess. Harry wasn't able to wake up and Niall felt the need to just cry. He was currently on the hospital chair, head in his hands as he waited for the doctor to show up. He felt a pain in his tummy, and he place a hand on his womb as he whimpered. The pain go away after some time, so Niall paid no mind to it at first but then it came back and this time it stays. Niall let out a long moan as he clutched his stomach. He was suddenly regretting not making an appointment with the family doctor when he was told to do so.

He reached a hand out for his mother, "M-Mom, I think George's ready."

Zayn looked around the hospital he was in with a pout. He was waiting for Andy to finish his shift so they could go out for a pint later. The two of them had pretty much lost touch with Liam considering that the other boy was at Wolverhamptom and moved as soon as he finished high school. And ever since then, they never had contact. "Anndyyyy." Zayn whined and his best friend shot him a wild look, "I'm working, Zayn." The raven haired man just rolled his eyes, groaning again and decided to just look around the hospital when he heard Andy talking about a pregnant male on the fourth floor.

"Huh." Zayn made his way into the elevator, being the curious mind that he is and pressed the 4 button on the string of buttons. It wasn't long before he had arrived to the fourth floor and he get out of the small metal opening, almost already hearing the commotion. But what he actually saw, he cannot believe his eyes. Niall was being wheeled into the emergency room while Maura and the rest of the family was left standing and praying for him. Zayn's feet was planted on the tiled floor as the sence uncovering in front of him, eyes wide in panic as he stood there; What was he going to do?

An overwhelming silent hanged around the halls and Zayn abraded his arm with his forefinger that were shaking ever so nervously. Short, cut breathes were leaving his lips and he tried to calm himself down. He had no idea why he was sitting here, claiming to be there for someone he had never loved, someone he hated to admit he loved. Maura kept glancing at the clock, her nervous hands rubbing on each other.

Zayn can't keep himself calm, he tried blocking out the negative thoughts from his head, he was quite a thinker and he didn't want to think more than anything because most of the time his thoughts ended up being twisted and scary. He hated the images that flipped on the back on his mind as he thought about how much Niall was suffering and suddenly he wished he was there with the boy instead of his brother. A surgical doctor came out later and the rest of the family member including Zayn shot up from their seat. "Um. . . where's the second father?" The doctor glanced around the room, eyes landing on Zayn for a second before flicking them back to Maura.

"Um. . . there's no -"

"I'm the father." Zayn spoke, heart acting faster than his own mind wanted to and Maura stared at him shock, admitting into this was the last thing the women expected Zayn to do. Zayn just smile back at the shocked women and Anne. The doctor smiled, "Well, congratulations son, you've got yourself a son." Zayn beamed into a smile, eyes crinkling in the corners and series of thank yous left his mouth even though he wasn't sure what he was saying thank you for. The doctor just replied the smile, asking Zayn to sign on a form and leading them to the room Niall was escorted to.

The whole walk there was silent and Zayn almost questions himself if he should be there, if he deserves to be there. "Maura, I'm going to go see Harry." Anne smiled at Zayn, walking off in the direction of the other's room. They stopped in front of what supposedly was Niall's room and Maura turned to Zayn. "Look, I don't know what got through your mind when you decided to leave my son pregnant but. . . what you did out there, I'm sure you just proved yourself more even though you wouldn't know it. I'm thankful, Zayn. I don't want him to lead my grandchild's life without his real father and lover by his side. I know for a reason that you have feelings for my son, Zayn. Whatever happened in the last nine months wasn't my problem to care about but. . . thank you, Zayn." The women spoke, tears dripping down her face and Zayn pulled the shorter women into a hug. And at that moment, he got more than enough conformation for all the confusion going through his mind.

"What I did, it was messed up and I'm sorry that I was stupid enough to do that. I really am. I love the boy that's inside that room and I was so daft that I didn't noticed that. I'll prove it to you, Mrs Horan. I'm sorry." The older women just lend him a smile. "You need to prove it to him." When Zayn walked in, Niall was asleep and the baby - his baby - was in a crib next to the bed. He can't help but let out a pleased smile, rushing to cradle the child in his arms. The baby blinked his eyes open, blue eyes coming in contact with brown ones. Zayn cooed, kissing the forehead of the just born baby. "I'm going to take care of you, babe."

It was about two hours later when Niall wake up, Maura was sitting there beside him with little George in her hands and Niall let out a soft smile of relief as he stared at his son. The baby was sound asleep and Niall let out a weak hand to ask for his son from his mother. "You're really lucky Mr. Horan, you could've lost your life but you tried so hard you didn't. I'm proud of you." The doctor smiled, a hand on Niall's shoulders. "You're on bed rest for three weeks and then you're free to go." The doctor patted Niall's shoulders for the last time before he went his way, leaving the family to be acquainted to with the little newborn baby.

"Oh baby, he's so beautiful." Maura whispered, eyes never leaving her grandson's as the baby played around with Niall's hands. Such a playful antic for someone born only two hours ago. "He looks so much like his father." Niall croaked out the last of his sentence, tears already building up on him and the little baby in his arms fall back to sleep again. Louis stood up from his chair on the other side of the room, planting a kiss on both his brother's and nephew's foreheads. "I'm proud of you both." Destine nodded along to what her brother said.

"Ni baby, about Zayn." Maura spoke and both Louis and Niall's head turned upwards. "Mom, I want nothing to do with him. Not anymore." Niall whimpered, cuddling the baby closer to him. "Darling, you can't lead a life without little George's real father." Maura whispered, abrading her arms up and down on Niall's back. "Please just give him a chance." Maura begged and Louis had enough of whatever was happening in front on him, "Mom. . . I don't want to pull this card, but he left Niall pregnant and called him a whore." The oldest sibling warned, hands going on his hips and eyebrows raising as if he was proving a wrong thing right - which he was.

"Give him a chance, okay? He's waiting right outside. I'll call him in."