Live while were young - Niall Horan - One direction Fanfiction

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18 years later.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Poppy, happy birthday to you." they chorused, singing to the girl sitting with hair fallen all over her face infront of the beautiful birthday cake created by her father’s best friend Zayn. She looked up with bright brilliant eyes that blazed exactly the same as her mother Jaz's did.

"Dad, can I have a new mobile, this one’s broken?" asked Darcey to her father Harry, just as Poppy was about to blow the candles out on the cake. Poppy had turned thirteen this year and Niall and Jaz tried their best to give their daughter a lovely birthday party. Niall had naturally invited all his band mates with their children and a few of Poppy’s close friends. He wanted this party to be remembered. 

"When I was a kid then I had to wait a year before I got a new mobile when I trashed my old one." Harry replied lazily, hardly batting an eye lid at his daughter.

"Yes Daddy but when you were a kid, you then became so famous that if you tweeted “I broke my phone” you’d instantly get sent twenty thousand new ones." Darcey grinned, Harry and Chelsie, her mum and dad spoilt her rotten, she turned out to be their only child and they gave her everything.

"Go on Poppy, blow out the candles." Urged Niall and she smiled, blowing out all the candles at once. 

Everyone cheered. 

"What did you wish for?" gasped one of the Tomlinson twins. El and Lou's girl.

"Not saying." Poppy grinned, 

"Where’s Anna and Niall?"  Liam called down the corridor and Niall popped his head out the door.

"I’m here?" Niall said and Liam shook his head, laughing

"No, my Niall" A small child ran out the kitchen, chicken drumsticks in his hand.

"Niall you cheeky bugger, Just like our Nialler!"

"Where’s your sister?" he asked Niall and he shrugged in reply.

"Anna’s with Poppy" Zayn called, cradling his newborn baby in his arms. 

Zayn had married a fine lady called Nicola who was six years younger than him. She had claimed to of been a Directioner since Torn which was a good number of years ago now when the boys’ were sent to Spain to perform at the Judges Houses. They had made so much history since then and a few years ago, the boys had reunited after having a short break to get on with family life. Zayn had had five children because that’s what his wife Nicola had wanted and he would do anything to make her happy. His eldest child was called Izzy and she was in year eleven. Then there was Peter, in year nine at school. Andrew was in year six, in year three was Imogen, their second daughter. And finally the newborn baby that was born two weeks before Poppy’s birthday. The baby was called James after two of Zayn’s best friends.

"Come on guys, let’s tuck into the buffet." Niall suggested and the group of friends moved towards the table crammed with all sorts of delicious treats.

"Mum, please, my phone!" Darcey whined once again and Harry snatched it off her jokingly.

"Darce, just take the sim card out and blow on it. Normally does the trick." He showed her and then slotted the card back into her phone. Immediately it turned on and Harry grinned with satisfaction.

"Maya!" Chelsie yelled and her youngest daughter came running from the kitchen, sopping wet.

"What have you been doing?" Harry asked, head cocked on one side.

"Me and Eloise had a water fight in the kitchen. Niall made us." She giggled and her twin appeared also soaked from head to toe in water. Liam lifted his head and yelled his son’s name. Little Niall came running, giggling and smirking, hair wildly sticking up.

"Niall, don’t be so naughty." Liam says sternly but then both father and son burst into giggles. 

"Uncle Liam, can I sit on your lap?" Eloise asks cutely, flashing a smile at big Liam.

"Sure hun," he lifts her up with kind caring arms and plonks her on his lap.

"Me too Uncle Liam!" Maya squeals and Louis gets off the armchair which Eleanor and him were sharing and lifts Maya up. Lou places Maya on Liam’s belly and the pair of Tomlinson twins sit there happily. 

Imogen, Zayn’s daughter walks in and goes straight to Zayn, cooing at baby James still sitting in Zayn’s arms.

"Poppy, can I give you your birthday present now?"Harry asks and Poppy nods eagerly. 

"Here Pops," he handed her the box and Poppy opened it happily. Inside was a beautiful necklace with her initials inscribed onto the back of it.

"Thank you Uncle Harry." She grinned and threw her arms around Harry. He chuckles.

"Chelsie and I thought you deserved something special, after all you are a teenager now." Poppy grinned back and then went to sit with her mum who was daydreaming peacefully on the sofa. 

At seven o’clock Zayn and Nicola made an exit with all five of their children. Baby James was due to go to bed and the rest of them seemed to have homework to do.

Louis and Harry seemed stuck in a weird conversation about rubber ducks but eventually at quarter to ten, all the families had left leaving Niall and Jaz alone with Poppy and their other child, Freddie who was ten years old.

"Nice birthday Poppy?" Freddie asks and Poppy nodded.

"Bit busy but yes, it was good." She smiled and Niall swooped her up in his arms, leading her to bed.

"School tomorrow." He told her and laid Poppy in her bed.

"But Dad! It’s my birthday!" she protested, struggling to get out of her comfy bed.

"No Poppy, come on sweetie." Finally Poppy agreed and climbed into bed. Freddie also got into bed leaving Niall and Jaz to tidy up the mess. 

After everything had been cleared, the two of them snuggled up in their own double bed.

"I love having kids, but sometimes I wish we could go back to the old days." Jaz whispered and Niall held her in close.

"Me too Jaz, but life has no pause button." He nuzzled her ear with his lips.

"I know." She whispered back and the two of them settled down to sleep, ready for the next day.