Niall Horan imagines

daughter

"daddy," your three year old daughter says.

"yes baby," Niall says and pulls her on his lap.a

"i want to listen to music," she says and looks at Niall.

"what kind of music?" Niall asks her nicely.

"metal and pop," she says and Niall grabs and opens his phone.

"tell me some people or bands," Niall says and your daughter begins to talk.

"black veil brides, all time low, PANIC AT THE DISCO," she screams the last part out and Niall laughs.

"aren't black veil brides a scary band for your age?" Niall asks her.

"no, they are normal people who pretend its halloween," she says and Niall hugs her.

"your such a nice baby," Niall says and pokes her nose.

"thanks daddy."

"your welcome cupcake."

"daddy," she whines.

"yes."

"i want to go to a concert."

"really?" Niall questions.

"yeah," she sighs.

"why?"

"because i want to see my husbands Andy Biersack and Michael Clifford and Jack Barakat and Luke Hemmings and Louis Tomlinson and more and more," she says and claps her hands while giggling.

"you are to young to get married," Niall says sternly.

"i know but i want to see them."

"okay."

"we could really go?" She asks and Niall nods. She jumped and hugged him.

"mommy mommy," she says and you look down at her.

"yeah sweetie."

"I'm going to see my favorite bands and husbands," she claps her hands once again.

"thats amazing honey."

"i know," she says and sits on Niall's lap.

"lets go buy concert tickets along with back stage passes and meet and greet's."

"OH MY GOD DAD REALLY?" she jumps off his lap and jumps.

"watch your language young lady or we are not going," Niall says in a serious voice and your daughter laughs.

"sorry daddy," she says and cuddles up to Niall.

"its okay sweetie."