One Directon Preferences

You Have a Child From a Previous Relationship

Liam: She cried loudly as he picked her up from her crib, holding her tightly to his chest, cradling her to him, his soothing heartbeat calming her down. You stumble in with the bottle and hand it to him, yawning quietly as he gave it to her. She took it happily, sucking fast, making small snorting noises as she started to drain the warm liquid, Liam smiling down at her. He never complained when he had to get up with her in the middle of the night, or had to change a dirty diaper. He never brought up the fact that she wasn’t his biologically. He had been with you ever since your boyfriend had left you, pregnant and alone. He loved her like she was his own, and he had always loved you to death. “You’re such a good dad Li.” you say as she starts to fall asleep again, he smiles “Practice I guess. For the next one, our very first one together.” he shrugs laying her back down, taking the empty bottle from her hands before she could drop it on her bed. “We’ll see.” you smile tiredly as he takes your hand in one of his own, the monitor in the other, climbing back into bed. “Okay babe.” he chuckles before he falls asleep after you do, getting up when she needs him again.

Louis:"You’re not even my real father, so just piss off and let me make my own decisions!" you hear her yell from upstairs, Louis scolding "You listen to me young lady, you are like my own daughter and all I want is the bes-" he’s cut off by the door slamming shut, a moment later he comes down, fuming. On the surface he was angry, but his eyes showed sadness, like he had broke. It took a lot to break him, but when he did, it was scary. He didn’t speak, and was irritable. She knew exactly what buttons to push, to make him feel almost worthless, and sad. "Babe, you know how teenagers are, she didn’t mean it." you say, rubbing his shoulders, as he sits quietly. "Babe, come on." you say as he snaps, "Just stop okay?!" he sighs, irritability showing showing. You knew all he needed was to talk, so you let him sit, to gather his thoughts. After a moment, he sighs "She’s right. I’m not her father, she hates me." he says as you frown. "Babe, come on, you’re the one that’s always been around, that taught her how to ride a bike, and to talk, babe, you know she loves you." you say as he relaxes a bit. "You think so?" he asks as you nod "Absolutely." He smiles and pecks your lips before getting up to go and try again with her.

Harry: Your son came home from school, tears streaming down his face. He ran straight to Harry, begging “Say it isn’t true.” there could be a lot of things that he could be asking for. That Santa Claus wasn’t real, and that he wasn’t the funniest kid in his class, or that the girl that played with him didn’t really like him at all. “What do you mean?” Harry asks, as he sobs into his shirt. “S- stupid Michael said you arent my dad, that we look nothing alike and that you don’t love me.” he sniffles as Harry gives you a glance looking for help.”Well buddy, I-” he starts as you cut in “Well daddy isn’t your real daddy, but he loves you just like he really was.” You say making your son cry even more. Harry picks him up and sets him in his lap, rubbing his back “I am your daddy, but you didn’t come from me. Your real daddy left mummy and after I met her I got to meet one of the coolest kids in the world, you. I love you so much, and you are my son, nothing can ever change that. Not in time, or that stupid Michael kid, but you have to understand that there was someone before me but now I’m not going anywhere.” He says as yours on stops crying, hugging Harry tight. “Okay?” He asks as he nods “Okay.” Before letting him go to play with his toys in his room.

Niall: "He’s not going to like me, I already know." He frowns as you practically push him through the door frame, into the kitchen where your son was doing homework, enjoying an afterschool snack. You and Niall had been dating for a while and you thought it was time to introduce them. Niall was nervous about his reaction, worried that he wouldn’t like him. "Hey baby boy, this is Niall. The man I told you I was seeing." you smile as he puts his pencil down, staring dumbly at Niall. Niall quickly jumps into gear and sits at the table, smiling softly. "Uhm h- hey, I’m Niall." he says as your son gives a small smile "Hey." They sat in silence for a moment as you left them to bond. You had only been gone a few minutes before you saw that they had left the kitchen , and had gone outside, Niall kicking the football to him, as your sons face lit up. He never had anyone to play with, and now Niall was willing to play with him. Sitting on the porch steps, you smile watching them, the ball moving back and forth, up in the air, swooshing into the net every once and a while. After an hour or so, Niall takes him back inside and sits him down so he could finish his homework, before sitting on the steps with you. "Think he like you babe." you smile as he chuckles, wiping sweat from his brow. "I think so too, and that’s a good thing because I like him as well, and I don’s plan on leaving anytime soon."

Zayn: She and her boyfriend sat across from you and Zayn, almost an exact mirror, with almost twenty-five years in between. She had just come home from her last year of school and she had brought her boyfriend with. Zayn had always had a good relatiosnship with her, they rarely ever fought, and she even called him dad, not thinking anything else was propper for the man that raised her. She intertwined her fingers with her boyfriends as Zayn did the same with your own, she starts “Well, you see, we’ve come with some exciting news.” she smiles widely as your heart drops, as you pray he wasn’t pregnant. “We’re getting married.” she says as your heart drops again, Zayn’s doing the same, as he squeezes your hand tightly. “Married? So soon?” he asks quietly. She nods “I- I’m happy with him, so why not?” she says, face now not as excited, seeing your reactions. “That’s great sweetheart.” he smiles, letting your hand go, taking her in his arms, hugging her tightly. She hugs you as he shakes her fiance’s hand, then she sits back down. “Will you wlak me down the aisle?” his face lights up again. “Y- you want me to? what about your dad?” he asks, bobbing his leg nervously. “I want you, you’re just like a dad to me, so I want you.” she smiles as he hugs her tightly again, kissing her head, “I’d love to baby girl, I’d love to.”