Imagines

Niall Horan #5

"C'mon Isabelle, it's time to go see your daddy." You knock softly on the door of your four year old daughter's bedroom and open it to see Isabelle on the floor playing with some of her dolls. She looks up at you with bright blue eyes.

"Time to see Daddy?" she repeats. You nod.

The little girl squeals in excitement and jumps to her feet. She runs and hugs you around the waist, before you take her downstairs and into the garage to your car.

"Wait! Mommy, can I bring Daddy something?" Isabelle asks. You smile softly at her.

"Of course you can," you say.

Your daughter runs into the house to go grab something. A few minutes later, she comes back out with a small soccer figurine in hand. You have to stop yourself from gasping, you didn't know that Isabelle knew that Niall absolutely loves soccer.

You help her get into her car seat before getting into the car yourself. You absolutely hate cars and what they remind you of, but you can't do anything about it. You leave the garage and drive fifteen minutes to your destination. Once you arrive, you get out of the car and help your daughter out of her seat. Once she's out, she takes off running. "Daddy!"

"Isabelle, don't run!" You call out, trying not to yell. Luckily, Isabelle hears you and slows to a walk. You hurriedly follow her.

At last, you finally reach Niall. Isabelle smiles and runs to her daddy and sits down beside him.

"Hi daddy," she says, placing the soccer figurine on the tombstone, "I brought this for you."