if you want a bit of love put your head on my shoulder - narry

If you want a bit of love, put your head on my shoulder

Niall feels sick and wants his daddies attention. His daddies are too busy for him.
Niall: Big age: 24 - Little age: 5.
Harry: Big age: 22 - Little age: 2.
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Niall really enjoyed having a sibling the majority of the time as having someone else to play toys with, other than his two daddies, meant that he could play tag and not be caught as quickly but sometimes it got a bit much for him and he began to feel extremely left out, lacking the attention and want he craved.

It wasn't really ever his daddies fault when it happened, it was more so his siblings fault and the fact his sibling's headspace was younger, needing more support and attention as a result. Now, usually this would be fine for the boy, he completely understood why his brother needed to be bothered a bit more but Niall's tummy was feeling quite sore today and all he wanted was some of his daddies' snuggles. He chased his daddies around, whining and grabbing for them but was shrugged off each time.

"No Niall, you know me and your Papa are looking after Harry right now. Be patient, go play with your cars." Liam said softly, attaching a bib to Harry's shirt who was babbling away, talking about some nonsense while holding a yellow plastic spoon. He flew it around like a helicopter, holding onto his highchair to keep balance through his excitement, this causing himself to accidentally drop it on the floor with a whimper. Sighing softly, Liam picked it up and washed it in the sink quickly before handing it back to the small, curly haired boy who giggled and returned back to his toddler antics. Niall just watched, chewing on his lower lip as it wobbled, he wanted his Dada! "Dadaaaa."

"I said not right now, Niall. Don't make me put you in the corner for timeout, I know you don't like that and I don't like that either. I just need sometime with Harry to get him ready for dinner and then I'll be with you. Understand?" Reassured Liam, wiping Harry's hands clean with a damp cloth. It was much easier than getting the boy to stand at the sink and wash them himself, he often got distracted by the water and splashed it about everywhere.

"'kay, Dada..." he muttered and looked down, frowning. He figured maybe Papa would give him some cuddles so he bobbed his way over to the kitchen where his Papa was preparing food for the family, making sure that Harry's was slightly softer and cooler than everyone else's as he was still getting used to trying harder food. "Papa?"

"I'm just making our dinner, Niall. Do you need me badly?" Louis asked, setting down plates for everyone, ready to dish the food up. "You're having a big boy plate today, Niall... Same as mine and your Dada's. I've seem to have lost yours, sorry about that. We'll have to get you another... How does a lion king one sound?"

Niall thought about it and sulked, "But Dada.. Me like my 'wed one." He really loved his red one! Huff! First he doesn't get cuddles, and now he doesn't get his special red plate? Damn, his daddies are really out to get him today, or at least that's what he thought anyway. "I'm sorry. I've looked everywhere for it, maybe it's in another drawer. I don't really have time to look for it, can you go play with your toys and I'll call you when din dins is ready?"

"Mm' kay." With a huff, Niall made his way over to his toys. His daddies were too busy for him, he hated when this happened, especially on days were he felt like this. Not to mention, he didn't even feel hungry for the dinner that they were making and his tummy was really beginning to ache a lot more than it previously was. He didn't want to look ungrateful if he didn't eat it. His tummy was starting to cause him to feel extremely unsettled and he hated it so bad and he's very sure his daddies could make him feel better, they always do. They were just too busy.

Sitting cross legged, he picked up a toy car and drove it around, along the furniture, across and around the sofa, under the living room table and by the television. It was boring, he wished he had an actual race track to use but his daddies haven't had time to buy him anything new since Harry became their little. In fact, most of Niall's newer toys had been given to Harry and he was only left with certain old ones. Maybe he should design a race track himself? But he didn't have any paper? What if he drew on the ground? His daddies would get real mad with him but it's not like they were paying attention anyway! He should ask them first though, right? He thought he'd best give it a go and headed back over to Louis, only to be instantly sent back away in a sulk; out of anger and frustration, the boy picked up a whiteboard marker and began to draw on the floor, making a road that went around the living room - it was quite good and he was super proud of it, even if deep down he knew he was breaking many rules, he made sure to add multiple details to the road and even drew a bridge too, it was epic!