One Direction Imagines :)

Harry: “Hey babe, have you seen my shirt?” Harry called from your bedroom. “Which one?” you asked, leaning on the door frame. “That one…,” he replied, shifting his eyes to look down at your daughter. “Honey, that’s daddy shirt,” Harry crouched down to her level. She shrugged, “I wanted to be like you, daddy.” “Well, you do look adorable…”

Liam: “Daddy, I’m cold,” your son shivered, pulling at the end of Liam’s jacket. “I told you to bring a jacket, buddy,” he chuckled, shrugging off his jacket and wrapping it around his son’s shoulder. “Better?” He nodded. It was the most sight to see as the large sleeves dragged after the small four year old boy.

Louis: ”Oops…,” Your daughter exclaimed, pointing towards her stained shirt. Louis laughed, “Oh sweetie, what are we going to do with you?” He pulled the t-shirt he was wearing over his head and put it on his daughter, removing her dirty one first. “All clean,” he said, adjusting the white undershirt that he, thankfully, had put on underneath. “I look like you!”

Niall: “Its time to go,” Niall shouted from the foyer. “Coming, daddy,” the little boy replied, skipping down the stairs. “What do ya go there, bud?” “Your hat. I like the colors,” He explained, checking himself out in the mirror. “You look super cool, man. You can keep it if you want, you wear it better than me.”

Zayn: Zayn had brought your daughter where out to the movies with him since both you and your son were sick. Like all movie theaters, it was abnormally cold. The little girl’s teeth were chattering away. “D-Daddy…” Before she could explain what the problem was, Zayn wrapped his leather jacket around her and pulled her into his arm. “Thanks, daddy.”