Father's Day

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by The_Inbetweeners

by The_Inbetweeners

Sorry that this is late, I've been having trouble this week in school, so I forgot that I was supposed to update this XD

Love you fellow Directioners <3

~Hanna

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; box-sizing: border-box; border: 1px solid #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px;">Harry: “Mommy, when’s daddy gonna be up?” Your four-year-old daughter, Annabelle tugged on your arm another time with surprising strength. “You know, it’s already past 10:00. How ‘bout we go wake daddy up so we could give him your present.” You crouched to eye level as your daughter eagerly grinned, green eyes wide and bright. “C’mon, mommy!” Annabelle bounded up to your bedroom, present in her tiny hand as she leapt onto the bed. “Daddy, daddy, wake up!” She squealed, Harry groaning and rolling over onto his other side. “Daddy, c’mon! Don’t be a sleepybutt!” Annabelle crawled so that her face was inches from his, and her tiny hands started poking at his cheeks. “Hi, ‘Belle. Why are you awake so early?” Harry murmured, voice thick and raspy from sleep. “It’s already 10:00, daddy.” Your daughter informed him, then shoved her present in his face. “Daddy, happy father’s day!” Annabelle beamed, and Harry sat up to kiss his daughter. “Thank you, ‘Belle!” He grinned widely, opening the present carefully. “Oh… This is just beautiful!” Harry showed a painted picture frame to you, a picture of the 3 of you making silly faces inside. You joined his side and he wrapped an arm around you, kissing your neck gently. “Happy father’s day, Harry.” You grinned, Annabelle snuggling into Harry’s lap. “Yeah, happy father’s day, daddy!”…</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; box-sizing: border-box; border-width: 0px 1px 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px; background-color: #fdfdfd; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Liam: “That was delicious, Y/N.” Liam pressed a kiss to your nose, causing you to giggle slightly. Clearing your throat slightly, you pushed your chair back from the table, pulling out a bag that you had hidden for a week. “This is for you.” You smiled at your husband, holding the gift bag for him to accept. His eyebrows furrowed together, slightly confused. “Babe, it’s just a Sunday. What’s this for?” “Just open it.” You bit your lip nervously, taking a deep breath as he pulled out the tissue paper to reveal a shirt. “’World’s best Father’.” He read out loud slowly, looking towards you quickly. “Y/N, what is this?” Liam whispered, eyes full of excitement. “Liam… I’m pregnant. You’re going to be a dad.” You breathed out, watching for his reaction intently. Before you could blink, his arms were around you, squeezing you tightly as he stood up. “We’re having a baby!” He cheered, swinging you around, strong arms holding you close. “We’re going to be parents, Y/N!” You leaned his forehead against his as he set you down, pressing your lips to his happily. “God, I love you so much.” He whispered against your lips, tasting like strawberries and sweet sugar. “Happy father’s day, Liam. You’re going to be the best father in the world.” You murmured in response, and his eyes shone as he kissed you again…</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; box-sizing: border-box; border-width: 0px 1px 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px;">Louis: CRASH. You were jolted awake from your sleep by a series of loud crashes, combined with the hushed yelling of your children and shushing by the others. Curious, you and Louis slipped out of your bed and shuffled downstairs. “Lucy, you’re not supposed to be adding that yet!” Logan, your middle son, shouted to your 9-year-old daughter. “Shut up, Logan! Dad is going to be up soon and we don’t want our plan to be ruined because of you!” Amelia, who is 14 and the oldest child, scolded in a soft voice. “What plan?” Louis piped up from right behind you, all three kids whirling around in horror. “Um, hi Dad!” Amelia squeaked, shooting a glare at her siblings. “You know, did I ever show you that… erm, essay I wrote? Erm, follow me, it’s in my room.” Ameila tugged on her father’s hand, but he didn’t budge. “Guys, what’s going on? You destroyed the kitchen!” You crossed your arms over your chest. “It’s all Lucy’s fault!” Logan whined, and Lucy’s eyes widened. “No! I just wanted to make something nice for daddy!” Amelia sighed, letting go of Louis’ hand. “We just wanted to make breakfast for you since it was Father’s Day. Obviously those two aren’t very good at—“ “Hey! I’m plenty good at cooking, it’s all Logan’s fault!” Lucy screeched, and Logan opened his mouth to protest. “Hey! Hey now, don’t fight!” Louis raised his voice, causing all the kids to quiet down. “Look, I’m going to go back to bed for 30 minutes. And when I come back down, it’ll be like I never woke up, okay?” His blue eyes were lit up mischievously, and the kids nodded eagerly. “Love you daddy!” Lucy wrapped her arms around him, grinning. “I love you too, Luc. Now, I’ll see you guys in half an hour.” He grinned, kissing the other two kids on the forehead before going back up the stairs…</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; box-sizing: border-box; border-width: 0px 1px 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px; background-color: #fdfdfd; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Niall: “Okay, now when your dad gets home from Uncle Louis’ house, be sure to run up and give him a hug.” You instructed your four kids, and they all nodded eagerly. Lisette, who was eight and the oldest, squealed at the noise of the key in the lock. The moment that Niall had stepped into the house, he was bombarded by his four kids. Your husband let out a noise of surprise, and the kids clung to him lovingly. “Happy father’s day, daddy!” The familiar sound of his bright laughter immediately rung out, arms reaching out and picking up Daniel and James in each arm. “Thanks, guys!” He planted a kiss on James’ cheek as Lisette bounded to the kitchen and back, carefully carrying a cake in her small hands. “Daddy, this is for you!” Jace beamed proudly, and Niall set down the two other kids and crouched down. “All for me?” His blue eyes widened, and the kids giggled. “Yeah, daddy! We made it all by ourselves!” James’ chest puffed out slightly, and Lisette elbowed her youngest brother. “Liar, mommy helped us!” She hissed, and Niall grinned up at you. “Thanks, darling.” He stood up and whispered, kissing your lips sweetly. “Eww!” Daniel screeched, the other kids doing the same. Niall pulled away, the two of you laughing. “Happy father’s day, Ni.” You murmured, kissing his cheek before your kids started to whine about eating the cake…</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; box-sizing: border-box; border-width: 0px 1px 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px;">Zayn: You sat quietly on the couch, head tucked into the crook of Zayn’s neck, legs folded underneath you. A blanket draped over the two of you, eyes aimlessly directed to the television. But something was on your mind, and you couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Zayn, you know, today’s father’s day.” You whispered, placing your hand unconsciously against your stomach, not used to the feeling of nothing growing there. Zayn tensed against you, muting the TV and pulling you off him. “Zayn, our baby would’ve been born in just a month today.” Nothing could stop the tears that were stinging the back of your eyes as he took both of your hands in his. “I know, darling.” His voice was rough and low, eyes dull. “But there was nothing that we could’ve done differently, okay? It wasn’t your fault that our baby didn’t make it, remember that. It just wasn’t meant to be this time.” You bit your lip and nodded at his words, blinking away tears. “I love you, Zayn. You’re going to be an amazing father one day.” You choked out, harsh sobs taking over. Your husband pulled you close, stroking your hair tenderly. “I love you too, babe. So incredibly much, and one day, when it is meant to be, you’re going to be an incredible mother.”…</li>

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