One Direction Imagines Pregnant Novels & Stories

Not the one from the night we met—the carefree, laughing version of her—but the woman I saw last night, fierce and terrified and brave all at once. She’s pregnant. With my child. I rubbed a hand over my face and sat up in bed, the silk sheets suddenly suffocating. I’d dealt with oil mergers worth billions, negotiated with ruthless executives, and walked into meetings where a single slip-up could cost me everything. And yet none of it prepared me for this. This wasn’t a deal I could walk away from. I didn’t want to walk away from it. The thought surprised me. Even as I moved through the motions of my morning—coffee, shower, silence—I couldn’t shake the image of her hand subconsciously resting

The latest threat burned on my phone screen. $150k or the pregnancy fantasy video drops. My hands shook so badly I almost dropped it. Pregnant. The word echoed in my head like thunder. We whispered those things in the dark, safe in our little bubble during the reunion. Ethan’s deep voice saying he’d fill me up, claim me completely, make me carry his baby so I’d always be his. It felt so intimate. So hot. Now it’s going to be blasted across the internet for everyone to mock.

It made me feel like I was the only one breaking. Then my phone rang. Unknown number. I froze. Sophia noticed immediately. “Don’t answer it,” she said quickly. But something inside me already knew I had to. I stepped away and picked up. “Hello?” A woman’s voice came through immediately. Calm. Professional. “We represent Global View Network.” “I’m not interested.” “We would like to offer you an exclusive platform to address the pregnancy rumors directly.” I glanced toward Damien. He was watching me carefully. “Why would I do that?”

It’s not her limp that they stare at, it’s her growing stomach. The pup inside her is considered a curse. No one blames the unborn child, but they fear what will come when the baby arrives. Everyone knows that as soon as that child is born a pheromone will be released, and the father will know. Orenda returns home and groans out loud, “I am tired of everyone looking at me like that!” Luna giggles, “Like what?” Orenda and Rora share knowing looks. Rora shoots her sister a dirty look, “You know what looks!”

As she directed them through a series of poses, they couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the impending transformation of their lives. In one particularly touching photo, Abeni cradled her baby bump, her eyes shining with tears of joy, while Dmitry kissed her forehead tenderly. In another, they held hands, their faces raised towards the sun, their backs arched in the shape of a heart. As Ada snapped away, they couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment, this opportunity to capture their love and anticipation for their child in such a beautiful, tangible way.

I stood there, staring at her while my fingers tightened around the money in my hand. Her friend, who had been standing a short distance away, suddenly laughed. "Selena, leave the girl alone," she said, walking toward us. "Come on." But Selena wasn't finished. She looked at my bare finger again before shaking her head. "Getting pregnant without even being married," she muttered. "Some people don't have any sense." Something inside my chest tightened. For a second, I wanted to tell her everything. I wanted to tell her that I had been married, that I had once worn a wedding ring, and that I had spent years desperately wishing for a child while being made to feel like I was somehow defective be

An hour ago at Phoenix and Isis's apartment, the duo stared at themselves intensely after Phoenix had dropped what seemed to be Isis, a bombshell. Isis tried her best to keep calm and try to digest what Phoenix had just said because it seemed like her mental health had deteriorated and she was now hearing things. "What do you mean by that?" Isis asked gently, fighting with a different voice in her head hoping that what she heard was actually wrong. How could Omarion be the father of Phoenix's unborn child? That was just an absurd joke.

She pulled away and excitedly showed the pregnancy test with two lines. Instead of Brielle being happy, her face couldn't be painted while looking at her as if her reaction was not normal. "Seriously, Tali, are you still happy that you're pregnant? It will ruin your dreams. You're too young and you're studying and yet you're happy with this pregnancy? Tali, you're such a crazy woman!" She said, shaking her head in disbelief at her reaction.

Lune paced back and forth in her room, clutching the positive pregnancy test tightly in her hand. She couldn’t believe it—she was actually pregnant. Her thoughts were a whirlwind, a mixture of joy, excitement, and nerves. But with each passing moment, her heartbeat quickened, and a new wave of worry washed over her. How was she supposed to tell Arlo? This wasn’t just any news; it was life-changing. She knew how protective he was of her, how much he cared about her well-being, but would he be ready for a child now?

Smug and sleek in their statement heels and designer suits, they walked through the doors like they owned the place—late, of course, and just in time for their names to be read aloud as “major contributors.” Assholes. Still, they showed. Which means the gossip about the leaked elevator audio hasn’t scared them off. Which means VT is back on top. Which means…I should feel on top too. But I don’t. Because I’m pregnant. And I don’t know who the father is. And I’m standing in the middle of a glittering circus with a diamond earring poking into my ear and a fresh layer of setting spray on my face, and all I can think is What the hell am I doing?