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DDM: You throw a tantrum

Zayn, age 3: "But daddy!" You pleaded, giving him those big blue eyes you had inherited from your mum, Perrie. "N-O, spells no. You already have that bear, baby." He sighed, and you started crying. You lay there on the floor, throwing a tantrum. "(YN) Malik! Get up, now!" Zayn scolded, causing you to cry more. "Fine, I'm leaving." He simply stated, starting to push the car down the aisle and you gasped. Getting up quickly, you rushed to your dad, gripping onto his hand tightly, almost as if he knew you'd come running after him. "I sorry daddy." You frowned, watching as he looked down at you. "It's okay baby. But don't do that again alright? You have that bear!" He smiled and you nodded, agreeing with him. "We can go to the candy shop after this if you're a good girl, okay? Just don't tell mummy!" He smirked and you gasped. "My lips sealed!" You motioned, making an action as if a zipper was on your lips watching as your daddy smiled.

Niall, age 3: You squealed as your face turned red. You were crying your eyes out in the candy store because you were here to get some extra sweets for your third birthday party, today, but you wanted your own packet, and that wasn't happening. "No. (YN), princess, get up please." Your daddy Niall sighed in exasperation. "I want candy!" You screamed. "No! You're having a party for God's sake, there'll be plenty there!" Niall scolded, and you stopped crying. "Sorry daddy." You sighed too, watching as his mad expression faded and he nodded curtly. "Good girl. Now c'mon, let's head home, otherwise the birthday princess won't be there in time!" He laughed, making you agree. "Let's go daddy!" You shrieked happily, and he chuckled, before placing you on his shoulders and carrying you to the car.

Harry, age 2: You were going through your terrible two's, and that was a phase no parent enjoyed. "Daddy, cookie?" You asked, and he shook his head. "Not now sweetie, daddy's making dinner." He motioned over to the pot of macaroni, cooking and bubbling everywhere. "Where mummy?" You asked, you knew she would probably slip you at least half a cookie. "She's at gramma's house, okay?" Harry calmly told you, but you reacted very much the opposite. "But I want mummy." You sassed, and your dad raised an eyebrow at you, "Honey, she can't come back now be-" "I WANT MUMMY!" You shrieked, beginning to throw a tantrum, throwing things everywhere. Pillows, blankets, all of the above. "Stop! Stop!" Harry walked in, and you stopped, and stared at him with your dummy stuck in your mouth. Although it dropped when you saw he had a cookie in his hand. "You have to stop crying, then daddy will give you a cookie, alright?" He smiled, trying not to laugh at your reaction. "Yes! Yes!" You giggled, grabbing the cookie and letting Harry take you to the kitchen, sitting you down on the counter.

Liam, age 3: "Daddy?" "Yes love?" "Now?" "Not yet honey." It was the constant conversation between you and your father every two minutes, you wanted to take a bath, and it wasn't time yet. "But you said dat!" You groaned, and he sighed. "It's not time yet beautiful.." You crossed your arms. "I want now!" You screamed, throwing a full on tantrum, while your dad tried to calm you down, "If you're quiet we can go now." He breathed, and you stopped quickly. "Please!" You begged and he nodded. "Thank you daddy," you grinned. "Let's go love." He smiled, poking your nose softly, and laughing at you, staring at your nose crossed eyed. "C'mon love. And you can help me make dinner for mummy, yes?" You daddy smiled at you. "Yes, come on daddy!"

Louis, age 4: "I want it daddy, please!" You pleaded, and your dad, Louis sighed again. "Darling, I would, but I can't." He mumbled, and you sighed. You didn't know that for Christmas, you were getting the EXACT same doll, but Louis couldn't tell you that. "I. Want. IT!" You screamed, lying down on the floor of the toy aisle, crying your eyes out while your dad patiently came down to your height. "Don't cry bug. C'mon get up." Of course he was used to this, your older brother was also a handful. "(YN) Tomlinson! Get up, or I won't get you that doll!" Your dad threatened. Just like that, you got up quickly, scurrying towards Louis quickly. "Okay, sorry sorry!" You hugged your daddy's leg, and he rubbed your back soothingly. "Can I get it daddy?" "Go ahead" He sighed, knowing the speech he would probably get from your mum when he got home. Although he could stop helping his face turn into a big smile when he saw how happy you were.