One Direction Imagines and Preferences

Your son/daughter hears you two fighting

Niall

"Of all people, Niall. Me is who you didn’t believe to?" You yelled once he got home, fuming that he suspects you hiding something behind your back. It’s true that you 

are planning some sort of camping trip but it isn’t something bad right? Your daughter has just been complaining of not seeing him as much as he used to and you’ve 

noticed that there’s a space growing not only between the two of them but also between you and him.

"Just tell me the truth and only the fucking truth. Are you seeing someone behind my back?" He yelled, throwing a vase on the wall not knowing that it woke your 

daughter up. She silently creep up at the door of your room, peeking and seeing you two fight.

"Why can’t you trust me as I equally trust you?" You cried,falling down the floor as tears clouded your vision. He yelled out of frustration and faced the window, 

pulling his hair. Your daughter ran towards you, hugging you tightly. She was also crying.

"You know what-"Niall started before seeing his daughter with tearful eyes glaring at him.

"Why are you yelling at mummy like that? Mummy and I are planning on a camp trip because we barely see you anymore!" She cried as you pull him closer.

"Daddy do you even love us?" She whispered. Those are the words Niall dreaded to hear.

Louis

You and Louis just got home and you see your son sleeping on the couch the TV blaring rather loudly.

"Turn down that god damn TV off Y/N." He ordered, dropping the grocceries on the kitchen counter.

"What is your problem Louis? Why are you being so cold lately?" You ask him, following him suit on the kitchen. What you two didn’t know, Y/S/N isn’t really asleep. He 

was paying attention to the two of you fighting.

"Just stop in Y/N you’re giving me a fucking headache!"He yelled, making your son burst in tears quietly. You watch Louis stomped upstairs and once you made sure he’s 

out of earshot, you started crying. You really dont get him. Why was he being so cold? You composed yourself and went to where your son was seeing his eyes closed but 

tears were visibly on his tears. Once he sensed your presence, he opened his eyes and hugged you comfortingly.

"Why does dad treat you like that?" He asked you, looking at you with hurt in his eyes.

"Dad’s just stressed, love." You reasoned out, craddling him in your lap and kissing his forehead.

"Almost everyday? mum, what if he hurts you one day?"He says, concerned lacing his tone.

Liam

"Liam you know how I don’t want you drinking! It’s dangerous for your fucking health!" You shouted as your husband ignores you as he pulls his jeans on. Your daughter 

dropped her pencil and listened to the two of you. She’s in her room drawing your family and she really wishes you three would be happy like the ones she drew but it’s 

beyond impossible.

"Liam! Stop this selfish act! think of your daughter! think about me goddamit!"You yelled.

"You know what, I can do whatever I want in my life for god sakes can’t you stop being such a clingy-" Liam didn’t finish his sentence when your daughter came bounding 

the stairs with tears on her eyes. She went to her father and started hitting his thighs.

"I hate you go away! You are so mean! Go I don’t need you in my life! I hate you so much!" She yelled continuously smacking her dad. You went into action and stopped 

your daughter before you two went into her room, calming her down. You two fell asleep, both hearts crushed but managed to do so. Liam didn’t go as planned, just 

sitting down on a couch feeling guilty of his actions.

Harry

"You don’t have to scare him that much Harry! He’s your son!" You yelled, entering your house. You craddle your son in your arms, trying to cover his ears so he won’t 

be overwhelmed with the two of you shouting. You can feel the wet patch in your shoulder, knowing that your son is still crying. Even though you were covering his 

ears, it didn’t actually cover that much as he can still the loud shouts coming from the two of you.

What happened was you three were walking into the mall when your son let go of his father’s grip and took of running making angry as he ran after him finding him at 

the ice cream shop.

"He should’ve just told me he wanted something! not just running away!"He screamed making you flinch as he stormed upstairs to your master bedroom.

"It’s okay now darling."You whispered, removing your hand from his ear. He ceased crying but kept sniffling as he nuzzled his head on the crook of your neck.

The next day, you were prepearing breakfast as your son sat down on the dining area waiting patiently for the food you cook. When he sees Harry coming down the stairs 

he jumped from his seat and ran towards kitchen, hiding in between your legs as Harry emerges inside. You can tell he was traumatized from what happened yesterday.

"mummy."He cried, begging to be carried. You took him in your arms as he burried his head in your shoulder, making eye contact with Harry. He looked at his soon regret 

filled his eyes as he put his hand on his son’s back. Your son flinched and pried his father’s hands off him, crying to take him back to his room.

"fix this." You told Harry as you take him upstairs, leaving Harry on his thoughts.

Zayn

"daddy, dad! can we play? Please?"Your daughter begged, jumping up and down in front of him.

"Not now, Y/D/N. Go on your own."He grumbled, not even looking once at your daughter who had tears in her eyes once she was once again, rejected by her father. It’s always been like thais lately. He’s busy with everything else, going home late and having no time with his family.

"The day I married you, you promised."You told him, sitting beside him.

"I have no time for your drama Y/N. I’ll talk to you later."He told me, brushing me off. You stand up, looking at him with hatred in your eyes.

"What is wrong with you? You don’t even have time for our family anymore! It’s you’re not really even present in here anymore!" You shouted, opening the door, seeing your daughter sitting beside there.

"Mummy!" She cried, hugging your thigh instantly. You pick her up and bring her to yours and Zayn’s bedroom, the two of you cuddling until the both of you fell fast asleep.

After Zayn had unsuccessfully concentrate back to his work, he stood up and made his way towards your shared room. He finds the two of you sleeping and he sighs, realizing what he’s done.