Harry:
"Darcy Anne Styles! Do not hit your sister!" Harry growled sternly at your five year old in the backseat.
"Harry. Please pull over to a hotel." you begged, both you and your two daughters were tired from a long day of driving but your husband refused to stop for a rest and truthfully, he was the one who needed it the most. He was cranky.
"Y/N, we can totally drive through the night." you reached over and stroked his thigh.
"I was thinking, the girls could get their own room, and us have some grown up time." He raised his eyebrow at you and a cheeky smile appeared on his face.
"Alright, next exit." Harry let you win, as usual.
"Whats grown up time?" eight year old Caroline asked from the backset.
"It's when mommy and daddy spend time together and tell each other how much we love one another." Harry started making smooching sounds which caused the girls to squeal, causing you to giggle.
"Ewww Daddy stop!" Darcy giggled.
"Let's keep driving please." Caroline fussed.
Grown up time never ended up happening, Harry fell asleep as soon as he saw the bed.
Niall:
You were close to tears, seven year old Kylie was car sick, three year old Conor was hungry, and baby Brenna was fussy. Poor Niall, he had to put on a brave face for all four of you.
"Mam, 'm hungry." Conor whined over his wailing baby sister.
"I know honey, Mammy and Daddy are trying." You cooed through tears, you had developed an Irish tounger after being with Niall for so many years.
"I don't care what you say Y/N, we are getting McDonald's. I need a Big Mac." Niall said taking the next exit.
"Get me french fries?" you asked wiping your tears.
"What are french fries?" Kylie asked.
"Chips, sorry, Mammy's American." you giggled. Upon pulling into McDonald's, Niall took Kylie and Conor for a little break while getting their food. You climbed into the backseat to your baby. She was no longer crying, just whimpering.
"Brenna Renea Horan, what am I going do with you?" you cooed making your six month old baby girl smile.
"Let's try to feed you before your sibilings and father come back. We don't want to flash my boobies and scar them for life." Brenna giggled as she latched onto you.
"But Daddy would probably like it."
Louis:
"Shit Lou, we don't have anymore movies." you mumbled to your husband and dug around in the glove compartment.
"What are you kidding?" Louis almost yelled but instead whispered after catching himself. You let out a whine as you looked back at your three boys Luke, Nate, and Wes. They were wearing headphones and staring blankly at the screens behind the two front seats.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit." Louis repeated.
You shushed him, "Not too loud! The headphones aren't sound proof!" The last thing you needed was three little potty mouths running around.
"Mummy, the movies over." Wes, your four year old, exclaimed.
"Are we there yet?" Nate, your seven year old, whined. Louis gripped onto the steering wheel tightly, Nate had been doing this for the past four hours everytime the movie ended.
"No." Louis hissed through his teeth.
"We'll be there soon babe." You turned around to smile at him.
"When will we get there?" Nate whined again. Louis let out a soft growl.
"How about we play a game, lets play I-spy." You chirped trying to keep your husband sane.
"I spy with my little eye... something stupid." Luke giggled at Wes.
"Hey!" Wes cried. This was going to be a long trip.
Liam:
"Try to rest babe, I know you don't feel well." Liam tried to place his hand on your thigh but you slapped it away.
"No, you did this to me." You glared at him. You were pregnant for your third and last time.
"Is Payne #4 really bugging you that much?" He asked with a frown.
You nodded, "Worse than the twins." He looked back at his three children, eight year old Lucy and five year old twins, Ella and James. They had finally fell asleep but not for long.
"Mummy," Little James whimpered.
"Yes sweetie?" You yawned.
"I got a funny..." He hiccuped. "comin' outta my tummy." Before you knew it the whole backseat was covered in vomit. Lucy and Ella woke up with screams of terror and disgust. Liam quickly pulled over and the two of you rushed to your son's aid. Both twins were crying while Lucy was so angry she couldn't contain herself.
"Stay calm Luce. I know it's awful." You rubbed your oldest daughter's back despite her being covered in vomit. She instantly calmed down a little.
"I wanna go home," She sighed, "or at least a hotel." You looked over at Liam who was stripping Ella and Jame's shirts, it was okay since they were only five.
"Please Liam. Mama Payne needs a rest and Baby Paynes need a bath." You begged.
Liam chuckled, "Babe, I'm right ahead of ya."
Zayn:
"Juice!" Your one year old daughter, Leah, cried. It was her new word.
"You drank all the juice, Baby Girl." Zayn said. Tears welled up in her big brown eyes, they were just like her dad's.
"Don't you dare cry." Zander, her 13 year old brother looked up from his phone.
"Zander, she's one." You reminded him. Leah let out the loudest wail you have ever heard.
"Leah, we will get you juice at the hotel. We are almost there." You tried to console her but she kept crying and wouldn't stop. You looked back to see Zander's face change.
"Leah, look here." He tried to get his baby sister's attention. Finally, Leah had stopped screaming and looked at her brother.
"I've got Sesame Street on my phone but you can only watch it if you promise to not cry, it hurts my ears."
Leah noddded, "Sawwy." You and Zayn both made eye contact as you watched your son's actions, was this real life?
"It's okay." He smiled and kissed the top of her head.
