Niall Horan Child Preferences 3

#69 Problems

Your POV

"Mummy? Why's daddy different?" My 3 year old daughter, Aaliyah, asked.
"I don't know baby" I answered truthfully.

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Niall was upstairs having a shower in our en suite.
"Time for bed sweetheart" I said to my daughter and picked her up.

I took her into her bedroom and got her changed into her pink nightgown.

She climbed into her bed and I tucked her in.
"Goodnight sweetheart" I said kissing her cheek. "I love you" I added.
"Love you too mummy, goodnight, make daddy better" She said closing her eyes and falling into a peaceful sleep.
I turned her nightlight on and turned her big light off , and closed her door leaving it open slightly.

I entered mine and Niall's bedroom and changed into one of his shirts, which was more like a nightgown on me.

Niall had been in the bathroom for a while so I knocked on the door.
"Niall? You okay?" I asked softly but I got no reply.

Instead, I heard sobs, sobs coming from the man I love, the man that makes me feel like the only woman in the world.

"Niall, please open the door!" I begged.

I heard the lock on the door in lock.
I entered the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
The shower was still running but Niall was stood with a towel wrapped around his waist and tears streaming down his face.
I hated seeing him cry, it breaks my heart.

I engulfed him in my arms and he cried into my shoulder .
I rubbed his bare back.

"Baby,please tell me what's wrong" I said.
Niall just shook his head and cried harder.

"I..I can't do this..e..everythings too much" he cried.
"I..I just want to talk to my mum" he sobbed.
"I'll ask her to come over, but please babe, don't keep your emotions bottled up" I pleaded looking at the man I loved, he was no longer the carefree and happy man I fell in love with, he had bags under his bloodshot eyes, tear stained cheeks and he barely craved a smile, I want my old Niall back.

Maura arrived and let herself in.
She walked up to mine and Niall's room, Niall was now dressed and sat on the end of the bed staring at the floor.

"I'll leave you both alone" I said going downstairs.

Niall's POV

I looked up at my mum, she looked upset.
"Nialler, what's happened? What happened to my baby?" She asked as she engulfed me into a hug.

I didn't try to bottle my feelings up , I let them go, I cried and sobbed.

"Tell me what's wrong baby" She soothes rubbing my back.
I may be 24, but I'll always need my mum to get me through things.

"I..it's all too much, Mum..I..I don't think I can do this anymore!" I sobbed.
"The stress is too much, all the hate I can't ignore it"
She held me by my shoulders so I was looking at me, she had tears in her eyes.

"Niall, please , never say that, I am not losing you, neither is y/n or Aaliyah. You can't leave. You have so many people that love you for you, me being one of them. You have a beautiful little girl that loves you so much, she'd be lost without you, would you want her growing up without a father? How would I feel? How would y/n feel? We'd feel responsible , we can't lose you. Stay strong for us, stay strong for your little girl, she needs you. We will help you get better, we will help you get back to your old self"  she said.
"How?  Y/n fell in love with my personality which I don't even have anymore, Aaliyah's asks her why I'm sad" I said.

"Niall, with help you can get back to your old self, don't look at the hate, focus on the positive things in life, your wife, your daughter and your career which is going in the right direction" She explained.
I nodded hugging her.

"I'll try" I said smiling sadly.
"No, you will get better" I said.