One Direction Imagines and Preferences

Your Child Catches Him Cheating Part 1

Liam: He had clearly not been aware that your beautiful little son was staying home in bed with a terrible cold, and that you had decided to skip work and go buy medications for him instead. So when Sophia rang saying that she was in town for the weekend, Liam jumped at the chance to get some action from his ex, eagerly bringing her back to the “empty house.” The ruckus had woken up your baby boy, and he slowly slithered out of bed, clutching his blue blanket and stumbling over his batman pyjamas. “Daddy?” He called out softly, making his way down the hall and entering the master bedroom. He pursed his eyebrows in confusion when he saw his father rolling around in the bed, and then the shrieks and laughs of an unfamiliar feminine voice. “Daddy?” He called out again, this time louder. “Why are you tickling that woman?” Liam instantly pushed Sophia away, his eyes betraying utter shock and disbelief. “Wh-what are you doing here?” He asked his son, mouth dropped open in horror. “Why aren’t you at school?” Your son, overwhelmed by the fact that Liam’s legs were still wound around the strange woman’s, ran off crying, much to the further panic of his unfaithful father.

Niall: Your teenage daughter slowly unlocked the front door, shivering as she wrapped her coat tighter around her. Classes had been cancelled for the day due to the snowy roads and she was definitely not going to turn down the extra hours in bed with tea. But as she entered the house, her eyes shot up as a piece of clothing entered her vision, laying outsplayed on the floor. A few metres later, and there was a shirt…then…a bra….then a pair of heels. She followed the path of stripped fabrics to her parent’s bedrooms where she heard the moaning of an unfamiliar woman emanating from behind the closed doors. She flung them open, almost emitting an immediate gasp of grief and mistrust as she looked at the scene before her. Her dad looked up, the red lipstick of the woman beside him still smeared across his lip. “P-princess,” Niall stuttered out, blue eyes wide open. “I didn’t think y-you’d be-“ “How could you?” She blew up on him, tears pouring down her face in a rage. “To Mom! To me!” She shook her head violently, voice thickening. “I hate you Dad. I hate you!” Niall looked as if he’d been slapped in the face, words choking in his throat as your daughter stormed out of the room and out of the house all together.

Louis: “What the fuck, Dad?” Your oldest son yelled out as he walked absentmindedly into your bedroom, throwing his headphones off his ears as he regarded the scene. “What the hell are you doing?” Louis, who usually didn’t allow street talk from any of his children was at a loss of words as he scrambled to hide his modesty with his white bedsheets. “I-I.” He said nervously, looking back at the half-naked woman beside him who looked equally as ruffled. “I promise it’s not what you think it is.” Your son scoffed, picking up a pair of red panties from the floor. “Get out!” He snapped at the stranger, his blue eyes reminiscent of his father’s. “Get the fuck out of our house and never come back! And as for you-“ He turned towards his Dad, finger pointing accusingly. “Mom doesn’t deserve a cheating dirtbag like you. I can’t even believe you’remy own father.”

Zayn: He had never been one to cheat, but it’s just that he had run into Perrie the night before, and she looked so darn good in that short dress of hers and all those times from the past were flooding back to him. Stupidly, Zayn had taken her back to his place, forgetting that his own son was nestled in bed, his mother in New York for a business trip. “Fuck Perrie.” He murmured against her skin, fingers running along up and down her arms. “Daddy?!” A squeak came from behind him. “Is that Mommy? She looks different.” Perrie let out a nervous chuckle as the little boy came around to her and regarded her closely, and Zayn stuttered. “Um this isn’t Mommy, this is-“ “Then why are you kissing her Daddy?” Your son asked him innocently, eyes wide open. “I thought you only kissed and loved Mommy?” Zayn swallowed nervously, unable to muster the courage to say anything, especially since his son was gazing headlong into him with those blue eyes that reminded him so much of you.

Harry: He had just latched onto the women’s lips with his ravenous mouth, large hands roaming over her unfamiliar body when his little girl came bounding in, chubby fingers pulling a teddy bear behind her. “Mommy! Mommy!” She cried out, running up to the stranger and tugging at her skirt. “Can we play dolls again?” Her outstretched and glowing smile slowly faded away as she looked up at the woman and then at her father. “You’re not Mommy.” She said slowly, eyes glistening with tears. “Why were you touching Daddy?” She started sniffling, and Harry sank down to her height, green eyes filled with betrayal and alarm. “Honey I-“ He said, reaching out for her, but she interrupted him. “Does Mommy know that you’re with her? Does Mommy know who she is?” One look at her father’s silent face, and your daughter ran out of the room, bawling and choking out words that could only break Harry’s heart as he listened.