Love you, too. Have a wonderful night! Lemme know if it works. Xx
it’s basically a fact that it’s ridiculously easy to get Niall hard, even in the worst imaginable situations, I mean you’d only have to tease him a little, bend over really deep to pick up something you “accidentally” dropped and “casually” sit on his lap when you’re in the…
a given up transparent louis to drag around your dashboard
OMG WHAT DID I DO!?
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I LEARNED A THING
I GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ANYONE WHO IS A VICTIM OF RAPE AND DOMESTIC ABUSE.
Harry: “Daddy! Look at the cheetah!” Little Emma pointed, squealing in delight when she saw her favorite animal. Her hands patted her daddy’s messy mop, wanting down from his shoulders to get closer to the cheetah. Harry sat her down, gently, as she took off (not too far, she’d know Harry would have a cow). She pressed her face up against the glass, mesmerized by the furry, spotted creature. Harry smiled with glee at his little girl. “Daddy! Isn’t it so cool?!” She beamed, looking up at Harry with matching green eyes. “So cool,” he agreed, bending down to his little girl’s level. “You’re having a good day?” He asked. “The bestest!” She clapped her arms around his neck, hugging him.
Niall: The original plan was to go to the park, explore to woods, and head home. But Niall and Finn’s father-son day was rained out. “Forts!” Finn exclaimed, dragging a pillow into the living room. Niall happily obliged, because who doesn’t love building forts? “We need another book!” Niall shouted as Finn rushed off to retrieve a book to hold the sheet. “Got one, Daddy!” Finn said exasperated, handing Niall the book. “Good job, son!” They high-fived and stood back to guise at their masterpiece. Before they dove into the mysterious and adventurous world of their fort, they loaded up their arms with snacks and legos to get through this rainy day. Hours later, you came home to find them tucked asleep in the fort with Finn asleep on Niall’s chest.
Louis: “Goal! Dad! Did’cha see that?! He got it in!” Thomas, the younger, mini version of Louis, watched with wide, excited eyes at the footie match that played across the field. He was sat in Louis’ lap, wearing a jersey that matched his father’s. “You think you could make that shot?” Louis quirks. “Totally, dad. I coulda made it with my eyes closed.” Louis scoffs, “Oh really, pal? Do ya think you can beat your old man?” Thomas brings his fingers up to his chin, his face in a ponder. “Maybe when I’m taller. I gotta be as big as you to beat you!” Thomas points out, making a face that screamed that he was Louis’ son. Louis smiled, ruffling his son’s hair. “Yeah, someday you will, bud.”
Liam: Glitter was all over the place. In the carpet, on the walls, it even somehow got on the ceiling. His girls were dressed in their pink tutus with princess crowns atop their brunette heads. They were doing arts and crafts with their daddy, and Liam might had been loving it a bit more than them. He watched his girls decorate the pink paper with purple glitter because “You can’t use pink glitter on pink paper, dad!” He chuckled, soaking up the memory of his two girls to store in his pocket for a rainy day. “You two know that I really love you guys, right?” He asks, a hand smoothing down Sara’s hair. “We know, Daddy,” they giggle, “we love you too!” Liam opens his arms wide and they run into them, knocking him down to the glitter-fied carpet.
Zayn: It was his first night alone with him; six weeks old and already taking up his heart. Zayn hummed a nursery rhyme as his little man drank a bottle. “And your mom thought I was gonna call her every five minutes. She was wrong wasn’t she?” He marked, nodding his head as his son sucked the bottle dry. Zayn burped his little man, and curled him into a blue baby blanket. Zayn sat in the rocking chair in the corner of the room, slowly rocking him to sleep. Softly, Zayn pressed a kiss to his son’s temple. He gently placed him in his crib, murmuring a ‘good night’ as he turned on the baby monitor.
fan: she’ll shit her pants
harry: why do you want her to shit her pants?!
The beautiful United States of America.
Niall would be such a clumsy, clueless, mess of a father but in the cutest ways. During birthing/nannying classes, he’d whisper in your ear, “Our kid is going to do that?” You’d swat his arm lightly, telling him to pay attention. During the ultrasounds, he’d be taking out his phone…