Emmy's POV
I woke up to the sound of loud voices booming off the walls. My heart was practically leaping out of my chest as the sudden noises awoke me from my slumber.
Though it was extremely loud, the words were muffled and I couldn't hear distinctly what they were saying.
A few tears left my eyes as the voices just kept getting louder and louder.
The past few days have been horrible. I don't think I've gone one day without crying for some reason.
Yelling was one thing that broke me easily. I couldn't handle it. The way it was so loud and how people sounded so angry when they yelled. It just scared me. I was frightened a tad bit easily. But I couldn't help it. As an instinct of being scared, I scooted to the corner of the crib, bringing my knees up to my chest, tightly curling myself in a ball. My arms wrapped around the side of my head, trying to block the noises.
A loud, echoing sob left my mouth when a crash emitted around the house, signaling someone had broken something.
"Papa!" I whimpered, sobbing as sounds of pounding on the walls vibrated the house.
What in the world was going on?
I dug my head father in between my legs as my door creaked open, the voices being 2 times as louder.
Flinching, I jumped when a hand rested on my back, rubbing slightly. A small yelp left my mouth in surprise.
"Princess." Niall's familiar voice cooed.
I looked up to him, my bottom lip puffing out just a bit.
His arms wrapped around me, instantly swinging me to his chest. I furrowed my head into the crook of his neck, placing my arms around him tightly. As we walked into the hallway, another pitiful whimper left my mouth as the two voices rattled in my ears. For once, I was thankful for their 'Daddy' protective mode as Niall held me up with one arm, and placed his large hand against my ear that wasn't pressed against his chest.
I could faintly make out a shushing sound coming from his mouth as he walked us to his room.
He shut his door with his back, his arms being occupied with my small body.
A frown etched my face as he removed his hand from my ear.
"What's wrong, Emmy, baby?" His voice dripped with sympathy.
"I don't like the yelling." I said in between sniffles. "I want Papa." I whined, tears streaming down my face in a steady stream.
"Don't cry, babygirl. It's okay. Papa isn't here right now. He had to go do something." He said with a said smile, the pad of his thumbs wiping away the tears from my blotchy cheeks.
"Daddy and Dada are just having a little disagreement. They will stop soon, alright, bubs?" He asked. I nodded, placing my head against his chest. What could Liam and Harry be fighting about?
"Hey, it's okay. It's just a little loud, that's all." Niall said, his finger drawing small, comforting shapes on the top of my hand. I nodded, wrapping my hand around a few of his fingers.
Why did things happen that made me seek comfort from the boys, allowing me to find some sort of trust in them.
Practically leaping into his lap, I jumped closer to Niall as the yelling went back up, yet another crash coming down. He looked towards the door, thinking about what could be going on.
A quite sob left my mouth when for the third time, crashing and shattering came from downstairs.
Ni looked around frantically trying to find something to calm my crying with.
"Here, this will help." He mumbled to himself, pulling out a set of over ear headphones.
I watched as he opened a few drawers, grabbing what looked to be like an iPad.
He scrambled back over to me, plugging in the headphones and tapping the screen of the tablet.
The bed dipped down as he sat behind me, placing me in between his legs, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Look." He paused, cheerfully.
"You can watch a Disney movie and the headphones will block it out, alright?" He smiled, his arms around me, pressing play on the movie 'Peter Pan'.
A chaste kiss was placed to the back of my head as he adjusted the headset, placing them gently over my ears.
My back leaned against his chest, resting in content as the yelling no longer was to my hearing and only the sounds of the opening credits was all that I could hear.
I was thankful Niall helped me, making sure I wasn't scare as he held me close to him, keeping the iPad held in my hands securely.
My attention was grabbed from the movie as his hand moved in front of my face, holding a familiar pink piece of rubber to my mouth. He slid the dummy between my lips, laying back against the head board.
Not really paying attention to what I was doing, I had my small hand over his huge one, not knowing that I was tenderly playing with his long fingers. Neither did I know that Niall was behind me, smiling at the small, but sweet gesture, thinking about how much he loved his 'little' 'baby' girl.
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I know it's short but I wanted to update again.
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