Louis: It had been quite the surprise when you’re normally reserved and shy son had come home with a note detailing the fight he had initiated earlier in the day. Gaping at him you weren’t sure how to deal with the situation and so you sent him to his room to give him time to calm down and you time to think. When Louis, your fiancé’, made his appearance for dinner a half hour on you both decided he should speak with him while you finished cooking. Twenty minutes later Louis came back down the stairs tears streaming silently down his face; “The kid, the other boy, was making rude comments about me. He told me he punched him because he wouldn’t allow anyone to speak about his Dad that way."
Harry: Your son was never shy when it came to new people, he frequently would drag boys and girls alike over to introduce you before rushing off to continue playing with them. He loved playing pretend with all his new friends at the park; games filled with dragons, and knights, and princesses. Because of this during the summer you frequently found yourself there surrounded by swinging children, small giggling bodies sliding down the hard plastic slides, and running across the swaying bridges. Harry had a day off touring and decided to spend it with you both there, so while your son played, you and he sat and caught up, holding hands and laughing at the playground antics. You were interrupted when your son came galloping towards you both his hand wrapped tightly around another small child’s; “Mum, Dad, this is Frankie. Frankie this is my Mum and Dad."
Niall: Your daughter was curled up in the far corner of the plush couch, tears streaming from her bright eyes down her chubby little cheeks before finally dripping off her chin. She wouldn’t calm down even as you laid a comforting hand across her back and offered her warm milk, a nightmare she refused to talk about had jarred her awake from her nap and left her shaken. You were beginning to think nothing would comfort her when the front door clicked open Niall stumbling through it, a frown marring his lips at the site of your daughter, it was quickly replaced with wide eyes and a grin when she popped off the couch running to him; “Daddy! Daddy your okay!"
Liam: Your son’s biological father left before he was even born, before the nursery was even painted, before a name had even been discussed. Liam was the son of a couple your parents were friends with and had been the one to help you do all those things, had been since the day he found you sobbing up stairs at your families annual Halloween party. When your son was born Liam was in the room with you, holding your hand, supporting you as a friend. Then slowly you both came together as much more than that. Your son’s first word was “Da-Da" and he was staring right at Liam when he said them, he was the only father he had ever known.
Zayn: Giggling you watched your daughter prance around on the stack of blankets and pillows you had laid out for her, laughing as she executed a particularly adorable twirl. Her face lit up as your boyfriend Zayn walked through the front door, racing over to him she grabbed his hand and pulled him back towards her make-shift bed. “Dance with me!" Shaking his head furiously he pretended to pull away a teasing tone lightening his voice; “I don’t know how to dance sweet heart." Your toddler paused before grabbing both his hands and pulling, “That’s okay Daddy, I can teach you!"
