One Direction-Imagines

You get into an argument and your child walks in.

Okay this took me hours, to write, if it sucks I am sorry, but I put effort into it, but got tired towards the end :) Xx

 

Niall: You had gone out for the night with your friends, and left Niall at home with your son. You thought it would be good for them to bong a little even though he is only 4, and you needed a break, and needed time out with your friends, you also needed time away from Niall he had been so grumpy lately, and it was getting to you. You understood he was under stress, and was really tired but sometimes you just wanted him to take into consideration how you feel. You had just walked through the door after a late night out, you opened the door and walked in quietly. You took off your heals, and turned off the lights as you quietly went upstairs. You quickly checked on your son, and kissed his forehead, before walking into the room you and Niall shared. Niall was sitting on the bed, “hey Nailler” you said as you put your shoes away, he didn’t respond, “Niall, what’s wrong?” you ask as you get changed out of your dress. “Have a fun night?” he asks a little moody, “Yeah I did it was fun” you reply, “good I’m glad, why are you so late, who were you with?” “Niall what is this an interrogation?” “Who were you with?” “I was with my friends, geez, what has gotten into you lately, you’re always so grumpy.” you mumble, “Well maybe I wouldn’t be so grumpy if my wife wasn’t off partying into the early morning, and would tell me who she is going with instead of lying about it.” Niall states starting an argument. “What the hell Niall!! I didn’t lie to you, if you listened to me when I talk you would know who I went with, and I am allowed to go out once in a while, or are you the only one who gets to go out, have fun and come home in the early morning. I am home at 1, you don’t get home until 3, 4 in the morning!!” You shout. “You never told me who you were going with, and fine I was worried about you being out so late.” Niall yells back at you. “Niall I did tell you, don’t even try. Okay I am sorry for being out so late, I didn’t realize I married my mother.” you hiss. Niall goes to say something, but the door creeks open and reviles your 4 year old. “Mummy, Daddy why are you fighting?” he asks holding his toy dinosaur, with tears in his eyes. “We aren’t fighting buddy, go back to sleep.” Niall answers nicely, “Yes you are you are both yelling at each other, did I do something?” He asks confused to what is happening and why it is happening. “No honey you didn’t do anything wrong, everything is okay, come on back to bed.” you sweetly say to your son as you pick him up and take him to his room. You reassure him and kiss his cheek before slipping him back into his bed. You watch him sleep from the door, and feel someone behind you. You turn around, “Y/N I am sorry, I was a jerk for how I acted and have been a jerk for the whole week, I am really sorry.” Niall whispers, as you close the door. “Niall saying sorry isn’t going to make me feel any better.” you say. “Can we at least talk about it please?” he says, you nod and you both go back to your room. You sit on the bed and he follows. “i have been a jerk for the whole week, and really grumpy and tired and have been taking it out on you, I am really sorry I truly am. I am sorry that our son walked in on us arguing and thinks it is about him.” Niall vents, “What about the part where you don’t trust me and who I am out with and treat me like a child the one time I go out?” you continue to argue a little. “I was worried about you, I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was treating you like a kid, I just, was worried that’s all. It isn’t that I don’t trust you, its I don’t trust everyone around you” “Niall you need to trust me, and you need to let me be me, just like you’re allowed to stay out late so am I, and you don;t need to act like my mother.” you state, “Princess I really am sorry and I don’t know how to make it up to you. But I am sorry for making you feel like I treat you like a child, I am sorry for being grumpy and taking it out on you, for not being here when you need it most, and for making you think I don’t trust you, I really am sorry.” he lets out, before he lets a tear escape, and he takes his pillow and makes his way down stairs. You knew he was truly sorry, and went down after him, he was lying on the couch. “Niall, I forgive you, come on, come back to bed” you whisper kissing his cheek showing him that you forgive him.