Niall Horan Imagines

Imagine for Cecille!

You watched from the sidelines as Niall crouched down behind your son. He steadied your son by placing his hand on his back, before he leaned in and said, “Isaac, see that net over there? You think you can kick the ball into that net?”

Your son seemed a bit intimidated as his eyes darted between the net and the ball. “I don’t think so, daddy,” He said, looking up at Niall. “It’s far,” He explained, and Niall encouraged him by lightly pushing him closer to the ball.

“Just give it a try, okay?” Niall said, before bringing himself to his feet. He towered over his son, and with a smile he added, “C’mon, you can do it. I’ll buy you ice cream if you can get the ball in the net on the first try.”

Isaac’s face lit up and he no longer seemed hesitant as he charged toward the ball, giving it a heavy kick with all of the might in his little body. All three of you watched as the ball sailed through the air, before hitting the ground and slowly rolling into the net. Isaac threw his fists into the air and jumped around excitedly, with his father mirroring his actions behind him.

“Good job!” You shouted as you jumped up from your spot, and your son turned to you with a huge grin on his face. He gave you a thumbs-up just before Niall ran up and scooped the boy into his arms. Isaac squealed as Niall lifted him into the air, as if he was worshipping him.

“Did you see that?!” Niall screamed, and you nodded with a giggle. “Our kid’s a champion!”

He set Isaac down on his feet, and Isaac ran for the ball that was now sitting comfortably in the net. He lifted the ball into his arms and wobbled back toward Niall, careful not to drop the ball. He tugged on Niall’s shorts and handed the ball to him, saying, “Your turn, daddy.”

Niall obeyed and set the ball at his feet, taking a couple steps back before he launched himself toward the ball and sent it flying straight into the net. He grinned, pleased with himself, while Isaac turned to you and pointed at Niall.

“Did you see that, mommy?!” He shouted, flailing his arms in the air. “Daddy’s a champion!” He cheered, mimicking what Niall said. Niall laughed, ruffling Isaac’s hair as you joined them on the field.

You sent Isaac to retrieve the ball one last time before the three of you made your way to the car. After Isaac was situated in the back seat, with the soccer ball in his lap, you took your spot in the driver’s seat and drove across town to Isaac’s favorite ice cream shop. All of you obnoxiously sang and danced along to the radio as you drove, earning weird looks from the drivers next to you, but you didn’t mind. You had a crazy family that you wouldn’t trade the world for.

**I have a new fondness for imagines that involve Niall and kids, so I’m saying now that there will most likely be more of these kinds of imagines in the future, as long as nobody minds haha. Also, I hope you liked this one!**