One direction one shots

Knock it off

Dedicated to HiOrOops. Maybe ziam parents with larry twins (about 17) and Niall (12). Niall wets the bed and they make fun of him till he "breaks" !?

Liam- Dad
Zayn- Papa
Harry- 17
Louis- 17
Niall- 12

*Niall's POV*

I was standing near the edge of a cliff; looking down at the darkness below.
"I wonder what's down there," I mumble to no one in particular.
"How about you find out," a voice whispers before I feel myself being pushed off the cliff into the never-ending abyss. I scream all the way down until I feel myself emerged in water. I try to swim up but it feels like I can't get anywhere.

I wake up with a start, sitting straight up with a small scream. My hair is stuck to my forehead with sweat and I groan when I realise I'm sitting in a puddle of my own wee. To make matters worse, my brothers come rushing to my room and stop by the door.

"Whoa! Why's it smell like wee in here? Did you wet the bed, Niall?" Louis asks teasingly. He and Harry laugh at me.

"Dad! Papa! Come here! Niall wet the bed!" Harry yells down the hall. Dad and Papa rush to the door and take in the situation.

"Did you have an accident, NiNi?" Dad asks. I'm so shocked I can barely speak.

"N-no! I d-didn't!" I stutter. Harry and Louis burst into laughter.

"Yeah, Dad. It was a water bottle!" Harry snickers.

"Yeah, a really small water bottle called his bladder!" Louis adds and a fresh set of laughs comes out.

"Alright, boys. Go back to your room; we'll handle this," Papa says and Harry and Louis walk back to their own room, laughing the whole way. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and hang my head. Dad comes over and sits next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

"Niall, can you tell me what happened?" he asks. I shake my head.

"I, I don't know," I tell him, starting to sob. He pulls me onto his lap and rubs my back. Once my tears stop and my breathing calms, I look up at them sadly.

"Did you have a night terror, Niall?" Papa asks. I nod.

"Do you wanna tell us what it was about?" Dad asks. I shake my head.

"How about we change your sheets while you go shower, yeah?" Papa suggests. I just nod and grab clean pajamas before going to the toilet to shower.

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"Niall! Wait up! What happened?" I hear my friend, Lee, call. He's the only person I trust enough to tell everything to because he's been through nearly the same things I have. We both came from bad pasts and we we're both adopted from Ireland. Ironically, he has twin brothers, too and they're around the same age as my brothers. I stop and let him catch up.

"I had an accident last night and my brothers wouldn't let me live it down this morning or last night," I grumble.

"Yeah, that happened to me, too. My brothers dropped it several months later but those seven months were hell for me. They still bring it up sometimes, so I'll never have a girl over when they're around," he says.

"That's not the only reason; girls just don't want to go home with you," I laugh.

"Kathy did," he argues.

"Yeah, and she ran right out. Nobody likes a Star Wars freak," I tell him, giving him a little shove. He laughs really loud.

"You do," he protests. I scoff.