Daughter Drama
Liam: "No. Absolutely not." Liam was quick to answer your fourteen year old daughters harmless question. You couldn’t help but feel bad. "But Dad," Amber started, "You let Trace and Ashley go on dates when they were younger than me. It’s not fair.” Liam sat stubbornly, his arms crossed over his chest and his back leaning against the wooden dining table. “That’s because they’re older than you. They’re more mature and they can handle all the drama that comes along with a relationship.” Instead of rebutting to her melodramatic father, Amber turned to you, “Mom, how old were you when you had you’re first boyfriend?” She had asked so innocently and you all knew the answer, so you lowered your head a little when you quietly responded “Twelve.” Liam sat, and played with his hands a little and then finally said, “Bring him here first.” Amber smiled and kissed Liam on the cheek before excitedly running off. “Nicely handled.” You giggled, making your way over to him, “This’ll be fine.” You smiled, kissing his face. “I love you.” He smiled back.
Zayn: "Can you drive me to the drug store please, Zayn?" You smiled, coming into the kitchen where Zayn had been cleaning after dinner. "Yeah, what do you need?" He smiled, dropping the sponge in his hand and grabbing his car keys off the counter. "Tampons." You smiled, walking out the front door when he held it open for you. "Oh?" He asked raising his eyebrows, already expressing sympathy to you with his facial expression. "Not for me." You whispered as you were both seated in the car. Zayns jaw dropped and for a couple seconds, the only sound was you giggling. "But Zachary and Michael don’t need them… and Ella is only seven, so they couldn’t be for her. But Savannah is only thirteen! That’s too young, isn’t it?" He was struggling and you were enjoying watching. "I was thirteen, love." You smirked, rubbing his arm. "Damn." He groaned gently, lightly hitting the steering wheel with his fist. "Should I get her a card or something?" He shrugged, turning to you for instructions.
Louis: A rush of panic surged through you when you got home from work one afternoon. From what you knew, Louis was supposed to be at the studio, and your three daughters were supposed to be home, seventeen year old Hannah, thirteen year old Jenna and twelve year old Lana. As soon as you walked through the door, you heard crying. Everything you had been holding was on the floor and you were already half way up the stairs. “Girls?” You called through the long hallways of your coastal mansion. “Lana?” You sighed as you walked into her room. “What’s going on?” You asked as you took a step into her room. She was lying on her bed face down and Louis sitting next to her, rubbing her back. You didn’t bother to ask what he was doing home, but he could tell you were wondering by the look on your face. “I got a call from Hannah that Lana got dumped by some boy today and wouldn’t stop crying.” You were quick to pout and walk over to sit by your daughters side. “It’s okay baby.” You sighed, taking Louis place and rubbing her back. “Lou, why don’t you go get us some chocolate?” You smiled, and he was quick to nod, leaving the two of you some space. “It’s okay.” You sighed again.
Niall: "Daddy? Please say something…" Leah cringed, thrusting her head into her hands, ready to take any blow from her father. You had already known for about a week and you had both decided to tell Niall now. "P-pregnant?" He stammered, his face not changing in the slightest. "Leah, go to your room. Your mother and I need to talk." Niall snapped and Leah was quick to leave. "I didn’t even know she was having sex!" He boomed, smacking the table with his fist. "Niall, there isn’t much we can do. She’s nineteen now and she’s graduated." Niall just sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "This’ll ruin her future." He just muttered. "There’s nothing we can do but love her." You smiled, rubbing his arm. "Olivia and Ethan are never having sex…" He trailed off. "They’re only sixteen." You kept your mouth shut… not wanting to tell Niall anything he didn’t want to hear. "Oh god." He muttered again, running his hands through his hair. "When did we get so damn old?" He laughed, causing you to kiss him gently. "I couldn’t tell you."
Harry: "Why would you need birth control? We just bought a bunch." Harry smirked, getting in the car and driving anyway. "There not for me." You said simply, and Harry didn’t even think twice about it, not for another minute anyway. "Wait, for who?" He gasped, pulling up to a roundabout. "Well I promised I wasn’t gonna tell…" You trailed off, hoping he wouldn’t get super upset that your fifteen year old was having sex. "Why would you be buying Clark and Trace birth control?" You didn’t answer, your seventeen year old twins had been having sex for a while and Harry had taken that pretty well, you were worried about him handling his only daughter. "Wait, is it something for their girlfriends? Or it’s for Ryan’s fiancée?" "Good lord Harold, why would I buy birth control for our twenty two year old son’s fiancée? And before you ask it’s got nothing to do with Blake either, he’s nine next month. You can stop avoiding it." You laughed, patting the side of his face gently. "Scarlett’s having sex?" He gasped again, quieter this time. "Don’t get too in her face about it. She knows that I was thirteen and she knows you were fourteen. She’s smart, she’ll use that against you." "Damn." Harry muttered,
