Niall Horan Imagines and Sick Fics ✔

Daddy Daughter Moments

Not a Word You Should Use
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"Mommy, I thiwsty," Jane, your four year old daughter, tugged lightly at your blouse.

"Alright let me get you some juice," you smiled and started to head to the kitchen.

"No! I wanna do it!" Jane yelled pushing you out of the way and toddling past you.

"Just be careful sweety..." You trailed off.

"Do you think she'll drop it?" Niall asked from behind you, causing you to jump.

"I hope not," you smiled kissing his cheek.

"I think she'll be fiiine... She takes after me anyways," Niall boasted showing off his muscles.

You giggled quietly and shushed him as you peered around the corner of the archway leading into your kitchen.

You watched cautiously as your four year old daughter poured the orange juice into her sippy cup. Niall said behind you curiously peering into the kitchen. She spun the cap on a little too fast and it flew into the air and landed into the floor.

"Oops," she whispered climbing down from her stool and bending over.

As she bent over, her cup spilled half of the orange juice out.

"S*it!" She cried.

Your eyes widened and Niall giggled from behind you.

"Jane! That is not the kind of language that little girls use around this house!" You cried sternly.

Niall's giggled turned into fits of laughter that turned into him practically crying. He was literally rolling on the floor. Jane just stood starting at him like he had fifteen eyes.

"Jane, honey, that isn't nice to say," Niall said pulling her into his lap on the floor, after he calmed down.

"But you waugh... I funny?" Jane poked his cheek.

"Yes... But no," Niall sighed looking up for help.

"It's a very bad thing to say," you pointed your finger at her.

"You say it..." Jane mumbled, her lip quivering.

"No baby don't cry! You're right. Daddy does say it and he shouldn't," Niall hugged her tightly.

"You a bad, bad boi..." Jane giggled.
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I Scared Him Away
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Niall POV
"Goodnight mommy," our seven year old daughter smiled at me as Y/N braided her wavy brown hair.

"Aspen, tomorrow I want you to clean up your room. I can't even open your closet," Y/N sighed finishing up by twisting a pink hair tie around the end of the braid.

"Oh but, mommy, I don't want to open my closet," Aspen stated factually.

"Well why not?" I asked from the doorway.

"Don't tell mommy but, there are monsters in there," she whispered loudly as Y/N cleaned up a few clothes.

"What?" Y/N asked raising an eyebrow.

"There are monsters in the closet," Aspen sniffed.

"Here... I'll check," I opened her closet and fake gasped.

"What daddy!" She frowned as I rummaged through her dresses and jackets.

"Rawr!" I hollered into the closet.

"Well, there was definitely a monster in there... But I scared out away and told it never to come back," I smiled tucking Aspen in.

"Yayyyy daddy, you're my hero!"
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