One Direction Imagines and Preferences

Your Child Catches Him Cheating Part 3

Liam: You trudged up the stairs slowly, hands loaded down with your two suitcases and purse. Your son was bouncing up and down excitedly, pushing his small curls away from his face as he gazed along happily. “Home!” He crowed enthusiastically, dashing up the front steps just as the door opened. “There’s my man!” Liam exclaimed, lifting your son up just as he collided into his father’s legs. “Wow you must have grown 10 inches since I last saw you! Look how big you are now!” There were a lot more squeals and chuckles as he tickled your son, and finally he set him down, allowing him to run into the house in uneven footsteps. Liam turned to you, chocolate eyes softening as he regarded you. “Hey babe.” He whispered, arm sliding around your waist and lips connecting to the soft patch of hair behind you ear. You let out a small smile, allowing him to lead you back into the house, and consequently, back into his life again.

Niall: Things were healing, but of course everything took time. What started with little touches, and soft smiles, turned into polite conversation and cheeky winking. After dinner, your daughter would always light a candle, flirtatiously lifting her eyebrows as she stole away upstairs, leaving you and your husband alone at the table. That’s when Niall would shift closer to you, taking your soft and small hand into his coarse one, rubbing his thumb along the outer edge of your arm. And you may have closed your eyes in desire the first time his lips touched yours again, the contact so physical, so fulfilling, that you couldn’t believe you had lived without it for so long. And then he’d grin, wrapping his brawny arms around you, cradling you to his chest as his eyelashes fluttered your cheeks as he bent down to kiss you again.

Louis: Was it weird to say that things were better than before? It’s as if the whole problem had taught the family a lesson, and everyone was finally able to breathe a large gulp of fresh air and move on. Louis and your son were so much closer, talking hours after dinner had finished, or going outside to throw around a football. Your heart soared at their mended connection, knowing that the two most important things in your life had finally been restored, and maybe even nursed back to happiness. And when Louis brought you back to the bedroom for the end of the night, cold fingers gripping at your hips softly and scruff tickling your chin, you’d murmur out quietly, “I love you so much.” He’d stiffen a little bit, the emotion coursing through his face and arms before he whispered back “I love you so much more.”

Zayn: It still didn’t feel quite right, that proximity between you and Zayn still feeling miles away, making you flow around the house with a misplaced sensation. Your son was “confused” as to why Mummy and Daddy weren’t talking or laughing, barely interacting with one another anymore. Zayn tried, he really did, placing his hands on your hips softly, or murmuring to you gently as his fingers searched out yours under the table. But you were so scared of falling, falling for him again in case he was going to hurt you some other way; if that made sense? But little by little, those mocha eyes became irresistible, and you’d let those mulberry-colored lips of his close over yours softly, hands intertwining in his spiky hair as he smiled gently against your mouth.

Harry: His green eyes were always watching yours; alert for any sign of sadness, fear or pain; and he’d instantly be by your side if he saw a flash of any. “You know I love you right?” He’d murmur anxiously into your ear, lips staying a second longer then they should on the shell of your ear as you shivered at his touch. Harry had clearly rethought the whole situation over and over again, and you could plainly see that he had set his mind on recovering your relationship and making you trust him again. The only thing was, that youalready trusted him, and that’s what you hated. You had let your guard down so easily, even though you knew that he could still cause you lots of pain if you weren’t careful. But those green eyes, those muddy curls; he was the father of your child, and you wouldn’t be able to stop loving him until death do you part.