Luke: (your daughter is 6)
You had been really stressed lately, so Luke offered to take your daughter home from her dance practice when he was done in the studio. You had relaxed all day but as you knew your husband and daughter would be home soon you started to cook some dinner. 10 minutes later you heard the door close and an exhausted sigh coming from Luke. “Hey honey,” Luke said as he kissed you on the cheek. “Hey Luke, where’s y/d/n?” You asked him looking confused. “What do you- oh,” Luke said realising what you were talking about. “Lucas Hemmings, tell me you didn’t forget your own daughter and that she’s not still at her dance lesson, where you were meant to pick her up 40 minutes ago!” You yelled at him. “I didn’t mean to forget her, everything’s just been really hectic lately, I’m sorry.” “You really shouldn’t apologise to me, now hurry up and get y/d/n and I’ll finish dinner.” “Yeah,” Luke muttered to himself as he quickly grabbed his keys running out the door.
Luke’s pov:
how could I forget my own daughter? I’m the worst father ever! That was all that was running trough my mind as I quickly drove down the road y/d/n’s dance class was on. I quickly unbuckled my seatbelt and ran over to the building. Y/d/n was standing outside shivering slightly. Her face went from relieved to mad in a few seconds when she saw me. “Y/d/n, please listen to me. I didn’t mean to leave you here, daddy’s just been really busy lately, but I’m here now,” I said crouching down in front of her. She only huffed and started walking over to the car, with me following behind. “You forgot me dad,” y/d/n said sniffling slightly. “I didn’t mean to y/d/n and I understand if you’re mad at me, but I promise you, it won’t happen again,” I said. The rest of the car ride was silent, but as we reached home y/d/n finally looked at me again. “I hate you dad,” she said firmly. “You don’t mean that,” I said looking at her red eyes. “Yes I do, I wish you never even started that stupid band, you don’t even have time for me anymore,” y/d/n said as tears started streaming down her face. She opened the door, hopped out of the car seat and ran inside. When the front door closed I let my head fall onto the steering wheel. I fucked up big time, my daughter hates me, I thought as I let the tears fall freely.
Michael: (your daughter is 15)
You had gotten off work an hour before you normally would so you decided to go home and spend the time with your husband and teenage daughter. When you walked into your house you were met with screams, instead of the normally silent house. Walking into the living room you saw Michael and y/d/n yelling at each other from opposite sides of the room. “Hey, what’s going on here?!” You yelled, trying to break up the fight. “Dad’s being unfair,” y/d/n answered as she saw you. “I am not!” Michael yelled back. “He won’t let me go to the party you said I could go to mom!” “I didn’t say you could go, I said you had to ask your dad and if he said yes, then it was a yes from me too,” you stated. “Exactly! and you’re not going!” Michael said. “Why’re you so much against it?!” Y/d/n yelled. “Because I’ve been young once too, I know what going to a party means. There’s gonna be alcohol and drunk people, you’re 15 for gods sake.” “I won’t drink any of the alcohol, can you just let me go, the party starts in 2 hours!” “You can say that you won’t drink anything, but you never truly know what people have spiced the stuff with, and what about the boys? There’s gonna be boys all over the place, and they’re also gonna be all over you. And who were you planning to go with?” Michael ended his rant with a question. “Kyle, Jenna, Jack and the others!” “Y/d/n, they’re all 17-18! I’ve seen how they are, they’ve stolen a lot of stuff, Kyle is on drugs and only God knows what’s up with the others. They’re not your real friends y/d/n, you’re staying home and that’s my final decision!” “I hate you!” Y/d/n yelled as she ran up the stairs where you could hear her door slam shut. Michael’s expression softened as he turned to you. “I did the right thing, right?” He asked as he sat down on the couch. “Was I too hard?” He added.
Calum: (your son is 14)
Your son had a big soccer game today and he was really excited when his dad had promised to be there, since Calum couldn’t go to any of his other games. Calum had been busy for the past few months, since he and his band were working on a new album and still had to play a lot of concerts. You knew Calum had been really proud when his son said he made it onto the soccer team, since only the best people got on it. He was living the soccer dream his dad never got to experience. You and y/s/n had gotten to the place together while Calum promised he would get there by the time he was free from the studio. When there was 2 minutes until the game started and Calum still hadn’t showed up, your nerves started to kick in. Calum had never broken a promise before, especially when it involved his beloved son. As the players started to run onto the field you spotted y/s/n looking around the crowd obviously searching for you. When he spotted you he quickly smiled and waved, until he saw the empty seat beside you and his smile started to falter. Y/s/n’s team was winning the game and there was only ten minutes left when you heard a familiar voice. “Excuse me, can you move a little bit, thank you,” came from a few seats away. After a few seconds Calum sat in the empty seat next to you. “How much did I miss,” Calum whispered. “The whole game,” you said as you heard the whistle. You immediately ran down to y/s/n congratulating him. “Hey y/s/n,” Calum said from behind you. “Oh, hi dad, nice of you to come see me play, it means a lot to me,” your son said sarcastically. “I came as quick as possible, but they needed me in the studio for a bit longer, I’m sorry.” “Oh, so they needed you in the studio? What about me dad? I needed you here to see me play. Do I even mean anything to you? I hate you!” Your son said, storming into the changing room where the rest of the team was already celebrating.
Ashton: (your daughter is 6)
You had picked up your daughter from school and she had seemed really excited about something. “What are you so happy about sweetie?” “I’ve got a surprise for dad,” she said smiling at you. “That’s lovely, I’m sure he’ll love it,” you said as y/d/n kept fiddling around in her seat the smile never leaving her face. You unbuckled your seat belt and undid y/d/n’s seatbelt as well, and she quickly bolted out of her seat sprinting inside. “Dad?” she yelled throughout the house. “Daaad?” She tried again, dragging out the a. When Ashton didn’t answer her she took it upon herself and started searching for him. It wasn’t long before she found him in the kitchen, talking on the phone. She knew she shouldn’t interrupt, but she couldn’t wait for her dad to see the surprise she had made. “Dad?” She asked quietly tugging at his pant leg. “Not now,” Ashton said, pushing her away slightly. Y/d/n waited a few minutes before she became Impatient and tried again. “Dad?” She asked doing the same as before. “I said not now,” Ashton said holding his hand at the speaker and looking down at her. Y/d/n being really impatient at this point didn’t wait more than a few minutes before trying again. “Dad, I’ve got something for you,” she tried for the third time. Ashton was really annoyed at this point so he excused himself from the conversation and turned to his daughter. Thinking she had finally gotten Ashton’s attentio, y/d/n started to speak up, but was quickly cut of by a furious Ashton. “I said not now y/d/n, can’t you go annoy someone else!” Ashton yelled at his daughter. Y/d/n’s lip started quivering and Ashton’s features immediately softened. Before Ashton could say anything else she cut him of like he had done only seconds ago. “I hate you!” She yelled running to her room slamming the door shut. Ashton picked up the piece of paper his daughter had dropped and looked at it. It was a drawing of her and Ashton and on the top of the drawing was written ‘my hero’ in the teachers neat handwriting. What had he done?
