One Direction ~ BSM & BSF & DDM

Niall (4) DDM - Bath Time

"Alright, las, time for a bath!" Niall announced to his young daughter, standing in the doorway of her bedroom. Y/n sat building a tower of blocks on her play rug, and she looked up at her dad with wide eyes, knowing full well what was about to go down. Hesitantly, she shook her head slowly, already preparing to get up and run to another room.

"Yes, darlin', you're having a bath. We were outside playing football today, getting dirty, and I'd bet you're probably all sweaty and smelly," Niall chuckled, watching as Y/n crossed her arms as best she could and frowned at him grumpily.

"Hey... I'm not smelly, Daidí!" Y/n whined, though she couldn't hide the small grin that slipped through her stern expression, no matter how hard she tried.

Niall made a move towards her, his arms outstretched and ready to scoop up the child into his grasp. Y/n shrieked and got up from her cross-legged position, backing up against her shelf of toys.

"Nuh uh," Y/n shook her head, her eyes closed while doing so. In the time it took her to shake her head with closed eyes, Niall quickly pounced forward and picked her up by the waist. This sent Y/n into a fit of squeals and kicks, so he flipped her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and held onto her legs. Y/n pounded his back with her tiny fists, protesting the whole length of the walk from her bedroom to the bathroom.

"Nooooooooo! I like being smelly!" Y/n shouted, earning a low chuckle from a grinning Niall. He'd already known that he'd have to fight her for a bath, because she did the same thing every night. She just didn't like bathing. But no easy kid does - and Y/n Horan was not an easy kid. Nevertheless, whether you're an easy kid or a difficult kid, you get a bath every night. No negotiations.

Niall took Y/n to the bathroom, where he had already filled the tub with warm, bubble-filled water, and he began to undress her. But every time he would remove a piece of clothing, Y/n would immediately slip another on. He took her t-shirt off, she put her shorts on. He took her shorts off, she put her t-shirt back on.

"Oh, c'mon, Y/n! It's not that bad, is it? I made sure the water is nice and warm, just how you like it. And I even put your favourite bubbles in, too. Please just cooperate with me?" Niall pleaded, on one knee and eye-level with his daughter. Y/n stared him down hard, stubborn as always and unwilling to go down without a fight. Niall sighed.

"Look, you're getting a bath, whether you get in the water by yourself or I have to put you in. Which will it be?" Niall raised his eyebrows with all the authority he could muster, yet Y/n did nothing. She said nothing.

"Fine. Have it your way." Niall shrugged, pinning both her hands together while he took her shorts off, chucking them to the side so she couldn't reach them again. He slid her t-shirt off, got her out of her underwear, and was quick to plop her down in the warm, soapy water. Y/n glared at him for the entireyt of her bath, all the while Niall washed her up with a triumphant smile plastered on his face.

He took a picture, showing nothing but a grumpy Y/n's head, shoulders and a sea of bubbles around her, and posted it on Twitter with a caption that said, "Bath time battles with Y/n. I won."