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3. He teaches you child something

Harry: "Remember to point your toes!" You hear your husband say, and suddenly your dishes are put on hold as you allow your curiosity to get the best of you. You hold your youngest daughter, Lucy, on your hip as you hide behind the corner of the dance studio. "Miaaaaa." Harry drags out, but in a gentle tone. A shrill cry was let out by who you were sure was your second oldest, Lilli. The soft music stops momentarily and Lilli's cries calm to sniffles. "You're alright, darlin." You smile at the sweet thought of Harry picking little Lilli up and dusting her off. When the music starts up again, you take the opportunity to peak around the corner. The sight in front of you brings a massive smile to your face, as you watch your husband – skinny jeans and all – twirling along to the music as he shows your three little girls how to dance ballet. Harry raises his lanky arms just above his head and the three girls – all cad in tiny pink tutus – follow their fathers movements. It's not long until another fall takes place, and this time your second youngest Cate loses her footing, and accidentally takes down her big sisters with her. The three girls begin to argue and cry once more, and Harry sighs in defeat as he turns the music off once again. Another smile creeps onto your lips as you watch Harry care for the little girls. He stands the three of them to their feet and wipes their tears, just as you step further into the small studio. "My little ballerinas." Harry smiles, just as you catch his eye.

Louis: "Oi, mate, eyes on the ball." Louis coaches, watching as your son lets in yet another slow rolling ball. You watch as your five year old son Charlie sighs in defeat. He didn't seem to be enjoying himself. "I don't want to be goalie anymore." little Charlie directs towards you, his face sad. "Mummy, I want to kick the ball." He says, knowing that you'd give him his way. "Lou, he's not Ronaldo... he's five years old, just let him have fun." You sigh, watching as your poor boy throws off his tiny goalie gloves. Louis sighs from across the field, realizing he may have been getting a little too into the game. "Damn right he's no Ronaldo.. he'll be a Messi for sure." Louis smirks, and you shoot him a glare. "Right, right. Sorry bud, come take some shots on me." Louis slips on his own goalie gloves and finally let's little Charlie take some shots on goal, and to Louis surprise, Charlie has one hell of a kick. You smile at the sight, cuddling closer to the two small infants in your arms. "Your daddy and big brother are too silly." You coo to your twins, letting out a chuckle as Charlie and Louis tumble to the ground as they play wrestle.

Liam: "Say da-da." Liam coo's to your little girl, watching as the infant blinks at him with her big eyes. "Say da-da." He repeats, but the little girl stays silent in her highchair. "Is she broken?" Your four year old son Leo asks, tilting his head to the side as he watched his little sister in awe. "She's not broken, stupid." Your seven year old, Felix retorts, and suddenly the two boys begin to bicker. "Oi, boys. Knock it off." Liam sighs, just wishing his little girl would speak her first words. Although he'd be happy to hear her say just about anything, Liam had his fingers crossed Elouise would say "dada" as her first word. Felix and Leo had both said "mumma" as their first words, and that had always made Liam feel slightly lesser as a parent, though he'd never admit that to you. "Li, she'll talk when she's ready." You place a gentle hand on your husband's shoulder as you step in to take Elouise out of her highchair for a bath. While sudsing up your now giggly little girl, you couldn't help but try and coax her into saying "mumma". Elouise giggles from her baby bath as you ran a warm washer down her little arms. "Dada" Elouise claps, and you freeze. As quickly as possible, you call for Liam, who slides into the bathroom on his socks, worried something may have happened. "What? What's wrong?" He asks, eyeing the two of you. When Elouise catches sight of her father, she gives a big toothless grin and says "dada" once more. Liam's face lights up at the sound of his little girls first words. Tears fill to the brim of his eyes as he coo's to her all while cuddling you excitedly.

Niall: "Alright little man, now put your finger here, strum, and then put this finger here." Niall smiled as he proudly instructed your eight year old with his guitar lessons. Hudson seems to be enjoying himself, that is until he begins to forget the chords. "I hate this. I suck." He sighs angrily, tossing his pick to the ground. Niall is quick to console him, telling him that practice makes perfect and he'll have it down in no time. When Niall begins to show Hudson the chords once more, he accidentally snaps a string, and curses when it catches his finger. Your infant daughter, Ellie, watches as her father shakes off the pain in his hand and lets another curse word slip. Hudson laughs slightly "hopefully mum didn't hear that one." He says quietly, "you know how she get's when you cuss in front of Ellie." The boy laughs, just before you stomp your way upstairs to the studio. "I better not of heard one of you just cuss in front of Ellie." You warn, entering the small studio. The first thing you see is your smiling baby girl, and suddenly you weren't as mad. That is, until she begins to stutter out the word "fuck" while drooling all over a teething ring. Your smile drops and you turn to face your boys, Ellie now on your hip. "It wasn't me." Hudson says, throwing his hands up in defense. "Niall James Horan, you're supposed to be up here teaching our son how to play guitar, not teaching our daughter trash talk." You say angrily as Hudson laughs at his father getting a scolding.

Zayn: It was a quiet afternoon for you and Zayn as your two boys had just started their first days in year 10 and year 5. Much to your dismay, Zayn had allowed the boys to walk home from school, seeing as you lived only five minutes away and it wouldn't be "cool" to get a ride from mum or dad. Suddenly the front door opens, then slams shut once more, and before either you or your husband have time to react, Luca is calling to you both from the doorway. "Mum, dad, Nolan got into a massive fight today after school, it was so cool, you should of seen it dad-" but before you allow your son to go any further, your at the door inspecting Nolan's visible injuries. "What in the world happened to you?" You nearly shout, as you gently pull your oldest son into the kitchen to apply a frozen bag of peas to his swelling eye. "I told you-" Luca begins, but you cut him off once more. "You got into a fight? With who?" You ask, still inspecting Nolan's slightly purple eye. "He called Uncle Louis and Uncle Harry gay. They're not gay mum!" He sighs angrily, wincing slightly as you press the frozen bag of peas to his face. "I know baby, but you can't just fight with the boy for saying something rude." You sigh, turning to Zayn for reinforcements. "What's the other kid look like?" Zayn whispers to Luca, knowing the chatty little boy would have all the details. "He hit me first, I swear." Nolan sighs, not wanting either of you to be mad. You give your husband a look that clearly says "handle this" as you shuffle Luca off to his room to complete his homework. When Zayn believes you're out of ear shot, he shoots his oldest son a smile. "Well done, mate. How's the other guy looking?" He asks, proud that his son could hold his own and defend his family. "Worse than me." Nolan smiles, still holding frozen peas to his eye. "Next time – and only if he hits you first – make sure you're quick, and only one swift blow-" Zayn stops short as he sees you round the corner quickly. "Zayn!" You shout, crossing your arms over your chest. "Don't teach him how to fight! It's the last thing he should do if someone hits him!" You scold your husband who only nods and says "sorry dear" repeatedly.