One Direction Preferences

Preference #59:You Get Into A Fight And Scare Your Child/Children

(So, summer is here! I will try to write as much as I can before I leave for my grandmothers. Then I may not be on as often as possible. But I will still try my best!)

Harry: "Don't play dumb with me (Y/N)! You always act like I'm so stupid!" He screams in your face, but you simply rolled your eyes. Harry really could be unbelievable. Even before you guys were friends, he always hated it when you hug out with guy friends. Maybe it was stupid of you to think that the little jealous fits would end when you were married. In all honesty, they just got worse as time went on, especially after Darcy and Joey were born. "Harry, you're crazy! It's like you couldn't trust me even if you tried to!" You yelled back. "That's because I never know what will happen!" He screamed, moving closer to you. Something told you to get away, but you refused to back down. Harry wasn't winning this fight. "That's why you trust people, but you're always too busy watching over me like a hawk to ever even-" And before you knew it, you were pinned up against the wall. Harry was angry, but the anger quickly melted away to regret. He backed away, shocked at his own actions, but you just stood there. "D-daddy..." You heard a small voice say from behind Harry. There stood four year old Darcy, and her ten year old brother behind her. Both of them had tears stained on their cheeks. You quickly pushed past Harry and picked up Darcy. "Baby you need to go back to sleep." You whispered, kissing the top of her head. "You too Joey." You said to him, then motioning him to walk back upstairs. "Mom...a-are you and Dad going to get a div-" Before he could even finish, you repeated yourself again, telling him to go back to bed. "(Y/N)..." Harry said desperately. You looked back at him, showing no emotion. "You can sleep on the couch tonight Harry." You told him, then walking upstairs to put your kids back to sleep

Liam: "You're never home, and I'm sick of it!" You screamed at him. It was mid-day, and your daughter Sarah was at school. You were planning to go to lunch with Liam since he just got home from tour, but he said he was too tired and didn't want to. "Well I'm sorry that I have to work! My job doesn't just revolve around you!" He shouted back. "I don't even know why I married you. I KNEW this would happen!" You yelled, then hearing the floor creek from the hallway. You turned around and saw your seventeen year old daughter staring at both of you in awe. "Sarah...w-what are you doing here?" You asked. "Half day at school today for exams...mom...y-you didn't mean what you just-" She said, but Liam interrupted her. "No, not at all. Mom was just mad at me because I can't be home as often as she would like." He told her, which made your jaw clench a bit. You watched as he walked over and gave her a hug. "I want you to know that if it were my choice, I would be home with you every day." He told her, and then you suddenly felt at fault. He was trying, and you knew that he did try to be home as often as he possibly could. Sarah nodded, then said she was going upstairs to study for her next exams. When she was upstairs, you immediately hugged Liam, apologizing for what you said. Everything was okay again, and you were happy.

Niall: Niall come home drunk, which didn't happen too often, but in the past week, he had come home pretty wasted three nights in a row. You had no idea what was going on with him. He would go out with the boys, whih you had no problem with, then you're three kids would go to bed, and Niall would stumble in like he was the town drunk. This one night in particular, you decided to stay up and wait for him, knowing that he would walk in plastered like every night before. To your surprise though, he was pretty sober. Obviously he was drinking, but he wasn't slurring his words, or tripping over his own foot steps. He looked at you with a puzzled glance, then asked why you were awake. "I was waiting for you. Figured you would be drunk again." You told him, and he scowled. "Wait, what?" He asked, almost astonished that you would say that to his face. "Niall, for the past three nights, you have come home drunker than you were on our wedding night, and hun, that's pretty damn drunk!" You said, raising your voice now. "Well Jesus Christ (Y/N), I'm sorry that sometimes I have to let go." He said moving closer towards you. "That's not a problem Niall. The problem is coming home drunker than I have ever seen you when you know we have three kids sleeping upstairs. You know that Seth saw you last night. A sixteen year old boy shouldn't have to see his father come home piss drunk!" You shouted. "Do you even understand how much stress I have been under lately?! Because I don't think you do!" "Stressed?! You want to talk about stress Niall?! I would love to see you basically raise three kids on your own! See how long you last in this house without a damn helping hand!" You screamed in his face, then regretting what you said, after feeling Niall grab your wrist tightly and pull you close to him. "Daddy! Daddy stop!" You heard your second oldest child cry. Audrey, age 14 was there with Seth, who was 16, and little 4 year old Marylin. Seth quickly pulled her back, and looked at you and Niall in shock. You quickly pulled away from Niall, who just looked like this was all some horrible nightmare. The kids all ran upstairs in fear, except for Marylin, who was still in shock. Marylin by far had the strongest connection with Niall, and seeing the frightened look on her face just broke Niall down. He rushed over to her and scooped her up in his arms. "D-Daddy, you were trying to hurt Mommy." She cried into his shoulder. "No, not at all princess. Daddy got angry, but it will never happen again. I promise." He said, now crying while holding her. You slowly shuffled over to him and hugged the two of them before going up to talk to Seth and Audrey.

Zayn: "Seriously? In the house? C'mon, Sam are upstairs in bed." You whined as Zayn lit a ciggerette. Your son, Sam (8 years old) was upstairs in bed, and he had asthma, so when Zayn smoked, Sam would go into a coughing fit. "What? It's just one." He told you, but you simply rolled your eyes. "(Y/N), I've been clean for a week. Would it really be bad if I just smoked one? You said you didn't mind it that much" "Yeah, but the kids are upstairs asleep Zayn." you said, but Zayn ignored you and continued to smoke. You scowled at him then got up from the couch and began to walk towards the stairs. "(Y/N), c'mon, this rediculous." He said, but you turned on your heels. "Rediculous? Our son has asthma, and you know that the cigarette smoke bothers him, and you think this is rediculous?!" You shouted. Zayn got up then walked over to you. "It's one fucking cigarette, and I don't want freeze my ass off outside to smoke it!" He screamed, that's when you heard a small cough from upstairs. You looked up towards the stairs, and put your hands on your hips. "Sammy, I know you're there." You sighed as you watched your son peek around the corner with a frightenened look on his face. "Daddy...a-am I the reason you and Mummy were fighting?" He asked, trying to be brave and not cry. Zayn walked over to him and held him close. "Not at all little man. Daddy was just being stubborn, that's all. Okay? Go back up to bed." He told your son, and he obeyed, then walking back upstairs. Zayn turned to you, and pulled you in for a hug, apologizing, and telling you that this would never happen again.

Louis: "Your daughters play was today and you didn't bother to show up because you wanted to go out with the guys?!" You shouted across the dinner table, causing your two kids, Elizabeth (Age 12) and Aaron (16), to jump in their seats. It was dinner, and Louis just told you why he couldn't make it to Elizabeth's play today. If it were work, or something else important, then you would've completely understood. What could you do about that? But you found out by a slip of the tounge, when Louis said that the boys said hi, even though Niall and Zayn were pretty drunk. That's when you found out he wasn't at work, but at the bar with the boys. "I-I mean...we were there for work, aaaand-" "Seriously Louis?! Really?!" You yelled at him in disbelief. "Look, I'm sorry, alright?! They'll be others!" He yelled, now annoyed with the situation. "Don't apologize to me, apologize to your daughter who was crying after her show because her father didn't show up to her school play!" You yelled at him, and Louis looked right at Elizabeth, who was pushing food around on her plate. "Elizabeth, is that true?" He asked, and Elizabeth just left the table, angry. "Nice one dad..." Aaron mutters. Louis then followed her daughter into the kitchen and held her close, apologizing over and over again. It took a while, but she eventually forgave him.