One Direction Preferences

Making your child feel better

Louis: A loud scream wakes you up, that along with the thunder and lightning. As your heart pounds, you sit up and shake Louis. After his eyes flutter open, your daughter runs in, and jumps on him screaming. “Daddy!” She cries, burying her head in his bare chest. After letting out a small groan, he hugs her for a second, wiping the few tears she has. “Alright darling, everything is fine. Just a little storm. Nothing to worry about. The thunder strikes again, and she huddles in closer to him, whining still. He sits up a bit more, cradling her, until her whining stops a little bit. Then another crash of thunder, and she jumps, screaming again. He sits her in the middle of the two if you and says “Alright, we’re going to show that thunder who’s boss ok?” She nods and wipes her eyes “Ok, but how?” He smiles then lets out a huge roar. “Like that. Alright, now you try, go on.” She smiles a bit before letting out a small roar, making Louis laugh. “Very good sweetheart.” He applauds with a peck on the cheek. “Again! Again!” She cheers, so he does. The while time they did this, the storm was raging, but with Louis’s distraction Y/D/N wasn’t scared anymore.

Harry:“Finally got him to go to sleep.” You say, slipping your slippers off in front of your side of the bed. “That’s nice baby.” Harry says sleepily. Your seven week old son you swore was nocturnal, because he had trouble sleeping at night, which kept you and Harry up most of it. You slip back under the covers, and into Harry’s open arms, and rest your head on the pillow. Just as you are about to drift off there Y/S/N, goes again, crying louder then before. With a groan  you start to get out of bed saying “I have no idea what he wants, I’ve fed him, changed him, burped him, I have no idea.” “Lay down.” Harry grumbles, as he gets up himself. “No, it’s fine, I can get him.” Harry shakes his head, and sits you down before pulling a shirt on, and going to Y/S/N’s room. You sigh and try to sleep, but for some reason you’re wide awake now. You get up, pulling your slippers back on, and go to his room, and look at Harry’s standing figure. “I have no idea what you want, maybe you just want some attention eh? Just a little daddy son time.” he coos, bouncing Y/S a little. Y/S, stops whining a little bit and Harry cheers softly “Hey there we go, see, I know you already.” but then stops bouncing him “Guess not, since you just stopped to throw up.” he chuckles, grabbing a cloth to wipe Y/S’s mouth, before he starts wailing again. “Alright, alright, calm down. You need to calm down, before you wake mummy up. Alright, let’s try this.” he says laying on the floor. He takes Y/S, and places him on his chest, and he breathes. He just inhales, in and out, in and out, Y/S moving with his heaving chest. It seems to work because Y/S was slowly calming down, and after a good few minutes, you could tell he was asleep. “You are amazing.” you whisper, and Harry’s head snaps to look at you. His eyes find yours and you whisper “Come back to bed?” He shakes his head, and whispers back “I don’t want to wake him.” Harry’s chest still carrying your son. You nod, and walk over, laying next to them both. You snuggle into Harry’s chest and he brings an arm around your shoulder. He starts to hum softly, and you drift to sleep, Harry having calmed Y/S/N, and yourself.

Zayn:”Mummy!” Your daughter yelled from her room. “I’m a bit busy babe, ask your dad!” You shout, picking your son up from his crib, so you could feed him, and change him. “But I’m sick!” She whines back, and you sigh, sitting in the small rocking chair that was in the room. “Zayn! Love, please go see what’s wrong with Y/D/N.” you hear him shuffle to her room and say “What’s wrong dear, not feeling well?” “No. I feel bad.” She says. You pick your son up,and walk over to her room, feeding your son. Zayn was sitting in the floor, next to her bed, and he strikes her head lightly. “Does your stomach hurt?” She shakes her head. “Uhm, have you got a head cold? Stuffy nose, itchy throat?” She nods softly and he sighs. “Alright, I’ll be right back, to make you feel better.” He says getting up. You dash back to the nursery, and watch him as he goes to the medicine cabinet and pull out some cold medicine. You place your son to sleep, and say “Zayn, I can take care of her if you’d like.” He shakes his head, and grabs some tissues “I’ve got her.” You smile and follow behind, to peek in on what he was going to so to get get to drink that awful stuff. “Here I am again to make my princess feel better. And just for you, a magical liquid, a potion if you will.” She giggles and takes the cap of purple liquid and drinks it. “That’s very good your highness, how about we build your castle now.” She smiles and nods, already seeming better. “Now, we can use this, this, and this.” He says picking up a pillow, blanket, and a chair. “Now, come help me.” He says, and your daughter gets up and help him place the blanket over the chair. “Th pillows daddy.” She says and he nods “Yep, right here.” He holds the pillows up before putting them in the fort itself. “Now all it’s missing, is a princess, so get in there.” She nods, smiling, and he waves at you following her in. A few hours later he walks into your bedroom, and lays next to you. “She’s asleep, finally. It’s nothing serious, just a bit under the weather.” You smile and kiss his lips. “Thank you my prince.” He chuckles “You heard that eh?” You nod and he smiles “Just don’t like to see my girls sick.” You kiss him again, about to make him feel good, until you have to go calm your son down, spoiling your plans.

Liam:“Come on Y/S/N. You can do it, just push on foot after the other.” Liam called, just down the street. You were teaching your son how to ride a bike, and so far it wasn’t going over too good. He was getting frustrated, and so were you, and so was Liam. You had been out here the whole day, and made little progress. “Alright ready?” You ask, hand firmly places on the seat to hold the bike up. He nods, and he starts to pedal. The bike moves then stops with him saying he can’t do it. He hops off the bike, and throws his helmet to the ground, now stalking off towards the house. You look from him to Liam, and Liam jogs over, past you to your son who’s now pouring on the steps. You can still hear him as he crouches down next to Y/S/N. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He asks and your son just pouts a bit more. “Look I know it’s hard. But it just takes a bit of practice.” Your son folds his arms and says “But I’ve been practicing all day. Ill never ride a bike.” Liam chuckles and sits next to him. “I used to think the same thing. Ill never be able to do this, I’m not good enough to do this, but I practiced, and I got a lot done that way.” Your son frowns “Like what?” Liam smiles “Like I had to practice a lot with singing. And riding a bike. And well don’t tell your mum this, but I had to practice asking her out, believe it or not.” You son laughs and sticks his pinky out “Promise.” Liam takes his pinky with his own and says “Alright. Now lets go get back in that bike.” Your son nods, and comes back over to you, hopping on, and going for it. Even though he falls a bit, he still continues, and eventually just like his father, he succeeds, and is happy, now not being able to stop riding that bike.

Niall:“I hate you Billy Thompson!” You hear your daughter scream from the porch. Then you hear the door open, then slam, and he feet pound on the hardwood steps to her room. One after the other, until finally her door opens and another slam shakes the house. “Jeez, What’s gotten into that girl?” You question to your husband Niall, while throwing some potatoes in a pot. “I don know, but it seemed like boy problems.” He sighs, getting up from the stool he was on and he grabs his guitar. “Ni, you know she doesn’t like that anymore. She’s not your five year old daughter that would climb in your lap and help you play.” He nods saying “I know, but it’s worth a shot.” And with that he trudges up the stairs, and you have to see this. He knocks on her door, and calls “Come on, what’s happened? Can we talk or something? I’ve got a way to make you feel better.” Her door opens, revealing a red eyed, mascara stained face girl. He starts to play, but she just sighs and closes the door on him. He frowns, leaning his guitar on the wall and says “Could have sworn that might work.” You sigh and go back downstairs, him hit on your heels. “I’ve got it.” He says more to himself then to you, and then he goes to the freezer and pulls out some chocolate ice cream, and then pours chocolate syrup on it. “Should work right?” H questions getting two spoons and you nod “Worth a shot.” He again trudges up the stairs, and knocks on here door. “Sweetheart, can I come in? We can talk.” Silence. Just silence. “I have ice cream.” He taunts, and the door opens, and she pulls Niall inside, then he’s gone for a good hour. He walks down with an empty container, silent, and tired looking. “Everything alright?” You ask and he nods. “Yeah, after she stopped crying, and ate half of the ice cream she opened up, and now she knows that if necessary, daddy’s always there.” He smiles placing the spoons in the sink. You smile and hug him “You can always make things better.” He chuckles and pecks at your lips. “Only for my girls, only for you.”, he says, still pecking.