One Direction Kid Fic

New Glasses

A\N: okay..so i am sorcha and this is late, idkSo i hope this is okay but idk i dont really like it..oh well doesnt matter if i like it, it only matters if you do.. which i hope yeh do. 

okay ive said enough.. bye ilyxx

Dan has been on the look out, watching Louis very closely. He was on a mission, not a very exciting one, but one that was important. To him anyway, Josh thinks he’s just being paranoid.

Dan disagrees with him though, because Dan is defiantly notices how Louis had to squint when watching T.V, and how he has to hold the book extra close to his face when he’s showing everyone how good he can read.

Dan knows that if he goes straight up to Louis and asks him if he’s finding it hard to see, then Louis would just deny it because the oldest boy shows no weakness. Or that is what he’ll say anyway. So Dan tries a different method that he is fairly certain that’ll work, or so he hopes..

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Dan had been seated at  the kitchen table, feeding Niall the rest of if breakfast, though Niall was doing a very good job of getting the mussy banana’s everywhere else but his mouth. Then whenever Dan tells him that “no, the food goes in your mouth Niall, not in your hair”, he would just giggle and scream “Yesh! Yesh!” over and over, smacking his fists hands against the plastic table of his high chair. And it was at this time Dan decided it would be a good moment to set his plan up.

“Hey Hazzahead?” Dan called from the kitchen.

He waited for Harry to scamper into the kitchen, eyes wide and excited.

“Yes Dada?” He asks, blinking up at his father.

“Can you please ask Louis if he can see properly? and if he says yes then tell him lying is bad. Okay?”

Dan knew that this probably was the best plan. Okay, it was the worse plan ever but he couldn’t think of anything else and it near impossible to lie to Harry, and when it came down to Louis, well he’ll never be able to lie to Harry. Dan hoped, anyway.

Harry blinked up at him, as if processing what he was asking him to do. They both looked at each other before Harry grinned and nodded.

“Okay!” He beamed.

Dan let out a relieved sigh, he was sire the two year old was going to decline. The two year old, Dan sighed again. He was getting help from his two-year-old son. Dan failed at everything.

In his moment of weakness, Dan had failed to notice that Harry had skipped out of the kitchen and Niall had started to get fussy.

“Dada! Food! Dada food! Mhh! Now!” The blonde chanted, and then promptly flicked some of the left over food on his high chair at Dan before bursting into giggles and babbling nonsense.

Reaching over and grabbing a cloth, and whipped the squished bananas off his face, he decided that today was going to be a long day.