Niall Horan Child Preferences 3

#13 Your daughter saves him

Your POV

I was going to Mauras house today with my two youngest children, 6 year old Ethan and 1 year old Isabelle.
Niall was staying home with our 12 year old daughter, Aaliyah, and they would be coming to Mauras later, since Aaliyah has homework and Niall has some songs to finish.

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Aaliyah's POV

"You done all your homework princess?" My dad asked as I entered the living room where he was writing chords to go with a song he wrote.
"Yeah, I just need a little help with maths" I told him.
He patted the seat next to him.
I sat down with my maths book which contained my homework on my lap and a pen in my hand.
He helped me with the last of my homework and showed me how todo it.
Once I finished I put my book back into my school bag.
"Can we go to grandmas now dad?" I asked.
"Course! I'm looking forward to having her cooking! It's been too long since I had one of my mums home cooked meals!" He said and I laughed.
"I agree! Grandmas cooking is the best!"

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We were halfway through the 30 minute journey. We had music in extremely loud and we were singing and dancing along to it.
"You know what? I think Ethan is going to end up being like a footballer or something and Isabelle will surprise us. I think Isabelle will end up being really intelligent and become something that requires top grades" I said.
"Well Isabelle is clever for her age so maybe she will but no matter what you, Ethan and Isabelle become ill still love you the same and I'll still be extremely proud of you" my dad said and I smiled.
I glanced at him and gave him a confused look once I noticed he had a beanie on.
"It's been a while since you wore a....DAD! I yelled noticing a car speeding towards us.

The car collided with ours , hitting my dad's side of the Range Rover.
I felt an incredible pain in my right arm and pain in my neck.
I had blood on my face , arms and legs but I was still conscious.

I glanced at my dad and saw him unconscious .
"DAD!" I yelled as I shook him trying to wake him. He had blood all over him, in his hair, down his face, on his arms, in not sure about his legs since he's wearing jeans.
"Daddy! Please wake up!" I cried shaking him even more.

I winced as a pain shot through my arm as I searched for his phone. I finally found it and picked it up ignoring all the pain. "Please work" I whispered letting out a sob.
His phone was cracked really bad but it came on.

I called 999.
"Hello, 999 what's your emergency?" A woman asked.
"Help! I've been in a car crash with my dad! He's not waking up!" I cried.
"Help is on its way, stay on this phone call until the ambulance arrives" she said .
"Okay" I sobbed.
I shook my dad again but he didn't move.
I tried to open the door but I couldn't.
"How bad is the crash?" The woman asked.
"T..there's blood everywhere, I..I my arm and legs hurt and my face is bleeding. There's blood all over my dad and he's unconscious and I can't open the doors" I cried.

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I ended the phone call as the ambulance, police and fire truck arrived.
The firemen opened the car doors and helped me and my dad out.

We were immediately took to hospital.

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My dad and I were in the same hospital room. There was a small gap between our beds, it was too small to fit a chair there. My dad was still unconscious, he had tubes and wires attached to him from every angle. The blood had gone since they cleaned us up but there was a visible wound on his head. His right arm and right leg were in a cast, cuts were visible on his legs and his foot was also broken.

I had a large cut on the top of my head from glass, a cut on my cheek and many cuts on my arms and legs. My right arm was broken and my right foot was broken.
We would probably have to stay in hospital for a while.
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The hospital room door opened and in came, grandma, mum, Ethan and Isabelle.
I smiled sadly at them.
"My poor baby! The doctors told me how you saved daddy's life by calling them as soon as it happened" she said sitting in the edge of my bed with Isabelle on her lap.
"Will he be okay?" I asked looking at my mum and grandma.
They looked down.
"He's in a coma there's a 25% chance he won't wake up" my grandma told me.
I let a sob escape my lips.
"It's all my fault! I was the one that said we should leave the house!" I cried.
"Princess, don't blame it on yourself" my grandma said sting with me and running a hand through my hair.
I went silent as she called me princess, only my dad had ever called me that.
"I'm sorry love" she apologised .

I grabbed my dad's hand.
"I love you daddy, please don't leave me" I whispered sobbing.
I felt my hand being squeezed .
I looked at my dad and his eyes fluttered open.
I smiled widely.
"I love you too princess and none of this is your fault" he whispered.
"Now c'mere, give daddy a hug he said opening his arms.
I climbed over to his bed, being careful of the wires everywhere.
He brought me into his arms and kissed the top of my head.
"At least we're okay" he whispered.