One Directon Preferences

You have a child from a previous relationship

Harry: You had told Harry about your four year old daughter Aimee after dating him for three months, knowing you would have to do it sooner or later. Later that week, he told you he wanted to meet her if it was okay with you, so you cooked dinner and had Harry over. And that night, Aimee fell in love with Harry. She was always wanting him over to play dress up with her or to make cookies or something. So, today while you had to go shopping for your sisters birthday present, Harry agreed to watch her. You were gone no longer than two hours and when you arrived home, you quietly walked to the kitchen, stopping at the door to hear their conversation. “Harry, do you love my mummy?” You bit your lip as you waited for his response. “Yeah, i love her very much. Why?” When you peeked your head around the door, you saw her shrug her little shoulders and waited for what she was going to say next. “I love you.” She quietly told him. “I love you, too. My little princess.” He smiled, his dimples showing. “I’m back!” You called as you walked into the kitchen, biting the inside of your cheek to stop the big grin from spreading across your face.

Liam: “Can Liam put me to bed?” Your five year old daughter Bella asked, giving you her puppy dog face. You glanced over at Liam, ready to say something when he cut you off, “Course i can, angel. C’mon.” He pushed himself off of the couch, lifting Bella and carrying her up the stairs to her bedroom. After five minutes, you quietly walked up the stairs, stopping in the doorway when you saw Liam sitting on the edge of her bed. “I love you Liam, to the moon and back.” Bella mumbled. “I love you, too. To the moon and back.” He whispered, pushing some hair away from her face. “Can you sing me to sleep? Please?” She asked. You smiled when Liam quietly started singing, ducking down to peck her forehead when she was asleep. “She really does love you, you know.” You told him when he closed her bedroom door. “Good, cause i love her like she was my own. And i love you.” He whispered, pecking your lips.

Louis: Louis had took your seven month old daughter Rosie out for a drive to see if he could get her to sleep, while you tidied the house a bit and done the washing. When he arrived home an hour or so later he carried in a sleeping Rosie along with some bags. “You went shopping?” You questioned as you took Rosie from his arms. He nodded with a smile, waiting until you got back down the stairs after putting Rosie in her crib to show you what he bought. He pulled out some t shirts and a pair of shoes you had been looking at a week ago. “Lou,” You started but he shook his head and never let you continue, instead he said, “Y/N, don’t, just let me treat you, okay.” He continued to pull some other things out before pulling out a cute little dress for Rosie, but before you could say anything about it, he said he wanted to spoil his baby girl. The last thing he pulled out of the bag was a tiny t shirt that said ‘I love my daddy’ on it. “I don’t want her to grow up without a dad. I want to be her dad.” He told you, “But, y’know, only if you want that.” “Of course i do, but are you sure?” “Of course i am, you two mean everything to me. I love you and Rosie so much, you have no idea.” He said, a big smile on his face as he hugged you.

Niall: Your son, Jacob, had insisted that you and Niall take him to the zoo for his fourth birthday, and you could never say no to him, so on the saturday, you went to the zoo. He held onto yours and Nialls hands as you walked around, looking at all the different animals. “Can we go to the monkeys now? Please?” He asked, looking up at you and Niall with his big brown eyes. “Why don’t you and Niall go, and i’ll meet you there after i use the bathroom, yeah?” You asked and he nodded, tugging Niall in the direction of the monkeys. When you got back from using the loo, you went to the monkey bit to find them and you overheard what they were talking about. “Niall, where’s my dad?” You heard Niall sigh as he crouched down to Jacob’s height. “I don’t know, bud.” “Does he not like me? Is that why he’s not here?” Niall shook his head, “He’s an idiot, that’s why he’s not here. He let you and your mummy go, and he’s silly for doing that.” You knew he would ask about his dad someday, but you never thought it would be when he was four, you were expecting it a bit later. “There you guys are.” You said as if you hadn’t heard anything. “Mummy, can Niall be my daddy? Please?” He asked. “Jake, i don’t thi-” “Don’t think i want to be?” You gave a small nod. “I would love to be his dad, his real dad, i could adopt him, but that’s up to you.” With the smile you gave him, he knew it was a yes.

Zayn: You were making dinner while Zayn and your five year old son sat at the table, both of them drawing. “You’re a good drawer, Zayn.” You heard Brett say from behind you. “Yeah? So are you, buddy.” “I’m drawing mummy, me and you.” You had turned around to look at his picture over his shoulder, “What’s this?” You asked, pointing at something small beside you. “Well, i want a baby brother or sister, so that’s the baby.” He stated with a shrug. “Brett-” you started to say. “I know mummy, i can’t get one until i have a daddy.” You gave his back a little rub, kissing the top of his head. “Is Zayn my daddy?” He suddenly asked, putting down the pencil he had been drawing with.  You shook your head, giving him a small smile, “No, babe. He’s not.” “Oh.” He frowned, his little shoulders hunching over. “Not unless you want me to be.” Zayn spoke up from beside your son. “Really? Can you be?” He asked, straightening up. “I’d love to be your daddy, can i?” Zayn asked, looking up at you. You smiled and nodded your head, forgetting about the dinner that was cooking behind you. “Can i get a baby brother or sister then?” “Not just now, buddy.” Zayn laughed, pulling Brett onto his lap before pulling you into his side. “Soon though, yeah. We can be a happy little family.” He murmured, kissing your shoulder and kissing Brett’s forehead.