One Direction Child Preferences

11: Driving Your Kid To School

Harry: “Dadddd,” Your nine year old son whined, banging his head against the car seat, “I don’t understand why I even have to go to school!”. “Because otherwise my son would grow up without an education and would never get a job. Believe me kid, when you turn eighteen, your outta here” Harry snickered from the drivers seat, he looked over to you and winked. You smiled back and turned in your seat to look at your son. “Come on! I’m Harry Styles’s kid for crying out loud, I don’t need an education! Just some hot babes and a jacuzzi tub and i’m good to go!” Your son groans, slinging his bag over his shoulder as Harry pulled up in front of the school. “What?!” You snapped as your son quickly looks alarmed and leaps out of the car. “Nothing Mum, I love you bye” He says and slams the door, running up the front steps into the school. Harry turned to you, offering an apologetic smirk, “He started watching Jersey Shore they other night”

Liam: “Hey! Come get your lunch!” You called to your twelve year old daughter as she marched through the house with much sass. “Mum, I don’t need it, dad already gave me money for lunch!” She groaned, pulling out her money from her pocket, then quickly shut up, her eyes wide. “Liam!” You shouted, storming into the office where Liam was seated behind the computer. “Yes, love?”. “Did you give her money for lunch? I already made it!”. “Sorry baby, i’ve been doing it every day of the week? She said she wasn’t getting lunch made?” Liam asked in utter confusion. You spun around, spotting your daughter smiling cheekily. “What are you using the money for?” You asked her, leaning against the doorframe. “Well, there’s this concert I really wanna go to….”

Zayn: “Hey, hello?” You waved a hand in front of you un-impressed daughters face. She rolled her eyes and simply raised the music higher. Gee. Turning sixteen really turned her into a horrid mood. “It’s me. Your mother of sixteen years” You called out, trying to keep an eye on the road as you did so, “HEY!”. “Mum, what?” She snapped, pulling out her headphone and glaring at you. “Oh yeah hey, remember me? I exist. I gave birth to you years—-” “OKAY! What do you want?! I’ll talk to you i’ll do anything just, don’t finish that sentence, okay?” She mumbled, putting her head in her hands. “Whats up with you? Huh?” You asked, tugging at her shirt collar, “What happened to the little girl who used to bubble away about how excited she was for school?”. “She grew up mum. School is most certainly not fun” She sighed and stared out the window, “It’s a place where kids go to get extra sleep”. “Excuse me?”. “What? Huh? No, I don’t do that…”

Niall: “OI! HURRY UP!” You shouted through the house, struggling to keep your youngest child on your hip and make your thirteen year old son’s lunch. “Niall, babe! I could use some help—” “Y/N, i’m in the middle of doing the first task you asked me to do!” He shouted back from the den, the lights flickering on and off. “Ugh, fine. Here” You shoved the half prepared lunch into your kids arms and pulled out a twenty from your purse, “Knock yourself out”. “Thanks mum” He grinned, kissing your cheek before slinging his back over his shoulder and rushing out the front door to the awaiting bus.

Louis: “Can’t I be homeschooled?” Your eight year old daughter asked, curling up in her seat. “No, you cannot” Louis said firmly as he kept his eyes on the road, occasionally flickering to where your daughter was in the review mirror. “But i’m a Tomlinson. A Tomlinson. That means I should be able to do whatever I want, right?” She groaned. Louis chuckled and shook his head at you. “No honey, and don’t forget, please be nice to Lily Horan today. Or we’ll have Niall bring her over again and force you two to apologize, got it?” You asked, spinning around in your seat as your daughter nodded sadly and slipped from the car.