Niall Horan Child Preferences 3

#71 Paps scare your children

Your POV

"How was school today sweetie?" I asked my 5 year old son, Ethan.
"It was good mummy! I painted and we wrote stories and sang nursery rhymes!" He said excitedly.
"Really? What did you paint buddy?" Niall asked.
"I painted a doggy" he said as he ate another chicken nugget.

We had come out to a restaurant for dinner as Niall has been under stress with work lately and Ethan recently started school. It was nice to spend time together.

"Baby, don't play with your food, eat it" I said wiping my 1 and a half year old daughters mouth as she sat in the high chair at the end of the table.

"Dadda drink" Aaliyah mumbled.
Niall picked up the glass with juice inside and held it up to her.
Once she finished he placed it back down out of her reach.

***

We gathered our things and I held Ethan's hand as Niall held Aaliyah.

There were paps outside and fans and there were lots of them screaming.

"What do we do now?" I asked Niall.

"Here's the keys, you go first with Ethan and get him in the car safely and then I'll come with her" He told me and I nodded unsure.
"Don't be worried, nothing will happen on my watch" he said kissing my cheek and I nodded.

I opened the door and walked out.
"Y/n! Ethan!" They screamed. Camera flashes were everywhere.

I was surrounded and I hated it, I pulled Ethan closer to me.

"Please let me get my son in the car!" I pleaded.
The fans agreed and moved so I could get to the car.

I got Ethan in the car and strapped him in before climbing in myself.

Niall's POV

I saw that y/n and Ethan were in the car so I opened the doors and was met with screams and camera flashes.

Aaliyah whined a little, the flashes hurting her eyes.

I held her closely to my chest.
"Shh princess" I soothed.

"Niall" I heard .

"Over here!"

"Is it true your cheating on y/n?"

"Are the brats really yours?"

"Let us have some pictures of the baby"

The paps got closer and closer, pushing fans .

"C'mon little brat! Smile for the camera!" A pap yelled in Aaliyah's face, pulling on her arm and pinching her cheeks.
Aaliyah began crying loudly and fans began yelling at the paps.

Y/n came out of the car and I passed her out crying daughter.
More anger flared up inside me as I looked at the man.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!! No one ever lays a finger on my daughter or calls her a fucking brat! I think you need to learn how to treat babies! Touch my baby again and you'll get what's coming to you!" I shouted angrily.

I climbed into the drivers seat of the car and y/n had a crying Aaliyah on her lap.

I took her from y/n and held her to my chest.

"Hey, shhh baby , daddy's got you, daddy's never gonna let anything happen to his little princess" I whispered kissing her cheek a few times to calm her down.
She eventually calmed down and I put her into her car seat and strapped her in before driving home.