Harry:
Harry sat down on the couch, talking with Darcy, thought she wasn't very attentive to their conversation but much more attentive to her phone. Once Harry tried to look at the message, Darcy quickly pulled it away.
"My business." She told him, covering the screen.
"My daughter." Harry said, taking her phone and reading the messages. He looked over at Darcy whom was biting down on her lip nervously.
"Daddy, I can explain." Darcy said quickly, standing up.
"Explain why there are sex messages on your phone, Darcy?! Can you really do that?!" He asked her as her brother sat wide eyes on the couch, looking up from his phone.
"Whoa, Darce." You looked over at your daughter, your eyes wide.
"Darcy!" You exclaimed as Harry looked angrily at her.
"Go to your room, bring me down your laptop and go back to your room. Five months." Harry said, fuming with anger.
"But, Daddy, you're being unfair! I didn't send any pictures or anything! They are just words!" Darcy argued.
"Words can lead to sex, Darcy! And do you know what sex can lead into? Regret. Kids. and responsibilities that you are not ready for! Do not argue with me and if you say one more word, it's seven months!" You'd never seen Harold so angry, and it scared you, but Darcy only seemed frustrated as she ran up the stairs and slammed the door.
Niall:
Your daughter was always insecure because she wasn't the skinniest and she felt like she wasn't very loved, even though you and Niall showed her most of your attention. You'd found earlier text messages about her boyfriend wanting her to lose weight, and it made you wonder why. One day while your daughter was downstairs with you talking, Niall went up to her room and looked through her phone. He slowly walked downstairs and put the text messages in front of your daughter. She looked down and read it for a minute then her eyes went wide and she began blushing.
"Daddy, can I explain?" She asked, gulping.
"Shoot." Niall said, sitting on the stool next to her as you read the vulgar messages.
"It made me feel pretty. He said that he liked it and he-," Niall shook his head.
"You are beautiful, but i'm not excusing this, princess. The things you said to him were terrible, and the pictures, even worse and I refuse to let it slide. Six months, no phone. To your room." Niall said, looking over at you. You had expected Niall to yell, but instead he didn't, and it surprised you.
"Niall, are you okay?" You asked, but he just shook his head and walked upstairs quietly.
Louis:
You could not shut your daughter up for the live of you, no matter what you tried, she was always talking and it bugged you a hell of a lot. but recently she'd been texting more than talking and it scared you.
"Lou, I'm worried about her." You told him, biting down on your lip.
"Well, if we ask she won't tell us, so we can always read her phone?" Louis suggested, so the both of you snuck into her room that night and picked up her phone, seeing pictures and text messages that even you and Louis hardly ever sent to each other.
"WAKE UP, RIGHT NOW!" Louis yelled, causing your daughter to jump up.
"WHAT IS IT?!" Your daughter yelled, wiping her eyes as you watched her chest rise and fall quickly.
"Explain this!" Louis yelled, tossing the phone in her lap.
"YOU WENT THROUGH MY PHONE?!" She asked, her eyes wide with anger and fear.
"You're damn right we did!" Louis said, snatching the phone from her hand.
"I have never been so disappointed." Louis said, leaving the room.
"No phone until further notice." You told her, leaving your daughter in room and going to calm Lou down.
Liam:
Your son did take from his father in many ways and his genitalia was one of them, and you found that out the hard way, no pun intended. One day you picked up your son's phone, thinking it was your own and went to your messages and the picture you saw was -- whoa.
"LIAM!" You called and Liam instantly ran downstairs and you pushed the phone his way.
"AW! Babe! Seriously?! Don't show me that!" He said, looking away.
"It's your son, Liam!" You screamed as Liam's eyes went wide.
"H-h-whaaat?" he asked, before he called your son downstairs. Once he came down Liam pointed to the couch, "Sit down." You son did as he was told.
"What's this about?" He asked, looking up at you two.
"Why do you feel the need to send people pictures of Willy?!" Liam asked him, as your son raised an eyebrow.
"Who's Willy- uh oh." He said, looking wide eyed at you two.
"Mom! Dad! I um, I didn't do it!" He said, but you both rolled your eyes.
"WHAT?!" Liam asked, his face red with anger.
"Liam!" You exclaimed, his screaming scaring you a bit.
"WHAT,Y/N?!" He asked.
"Stop yelling!" You told him, slapping his arm a bit.
"I'm sorry."
You both turned to your son, "She didn't believe me when I told her, so I had to prove it." Your son told you, shrugging his shoulders.
"No! You did not!" Liam told him, taking the phone from you.
"This is mine, five months."
"But, Dad, it's not like we had sex or anything!" Your son said, standing up.
"Go to your room." Liam said, "And I want your computer, too."
Zayn: Zayn smiled as he laid across his couch, watching the TV before you rolled over the couch and laid in front of him.
"Hi." You smiled before he kissed your lips.
"Hello, boo." He said, smiling down at you. You both jumped when you heard the scream coming from your daughters room.
"AHHHHH!" She screamed and you both ran upstairs and into her room.
"Charlotte, honey, what is it?!" You asked, your heart racing as she pushed her phone towards you.
"Tyler! He sent me this!" You looked to see a picture of your sons 'hoo-ha' on her phone screen.
"TYLER!" Zayn called as your son ran into the room.
"It wasn't meant for Charlotte!" He told you, his eyes wide.
"I DON'T CARE WHO IT WAS FOR! WHY ARE YOU SENDING IT TO ANY ONE?!" Zayn asked, absolutely livid.
"Well, dad, she's really hot, and she sent one, so I thought it was only fair that I-," Tyler tried, but you both interrupted him with a loud, "WHAT?!"
"Can everyone please stop screaming?" Charlotte asked quietly.
"Tyler, three months, no phone or computer and don't think about asking to leave this house and I believe you owe your sister an apology." Zayn said, holding his hand out for Tyler's phone.Tyler sighed and rolled his eyes as he put the phone in his fathers hand.
"I'm sorry, Charlotte." Charlotte just shook her head.
"I expect the laptop on my bed in fifteen seconds."
