One Direction Preferences

Singing Your Baby To Sleep

Singing Your Baby To Sleep

Harry: you leant against the doorframe, because you didn’t want to disturb him where he was standing, curls stuck out at odd ends from getting up when he was still half-asleep, no shirt on, sweats hung low on his hips and your little girl playing with his necklace in tiny hands. He rocked her against his chest, tiny murmurs coming from her mouth, and he was swaying on the spot, rough voice a little gravelly from how early in the morning it was, singing to her eyes drifting shut slowly, “isn’t she lovely… isn’t she wonderful… there we go, there we go, baby girl, that’s my girl… isn’t she lovely…"

Liam: when you woke up, you could hear him from down the hall, so you peeled the covers back and shuffled down, rubbing your temples as you went. You stopped at the doorway, to see Liam with his t-shirt ruffled, holding your baby boy to his chest, “I wanna stay up all night, and jump around until we see the sun…" he murmured softly, to your baby. You could see his tiny arms fisting, reaching up and Liam holding each tiny finger, settling them back down, “I wanna stay up all night… come on, buddy, let’s get to sleep, yeah? And find a girl and tell her she’s the one…"

Louis: you peered over when he started singing, “and I’ll look after you…" he murmured softly, holding your little girl in his arms, resting in the armchair by her crib, stubble grazing his cheeks, “I’ll look after you…" he murmured, smiling so sweetly that it made you gasp air. You shuffled over, forgetting how early in the morning it was, to lean against his side. He reached one arm over to squeeze you to him, pecking your forehead with warm lips, your baby girl cradled to his chest, “think she’s finally falling asleep…" he chuckled quietly, before singing again, “and I’ll look after you…"

Zayn: you could hear him when you turned over in bed, peering at the alarm clock to see how early it was, his back a little hunched and his hair a mess, holding your baby girl to his chest, singing to her softly in a husky voice from not swallowing the sleep, “and you will never know… just how beautiful you are to me… when you wake me up," he cradled her, patting her back in the tiny jumpsuit you’d bought, months back when she was still inside you, “come on, baby girl, close those pretty eyes for me…" he smiled down at her sight, so tiny in his arms, singing again, “when you wake me up…"

 Niall: you stopped in the doorway, mug of tea you’d brought for him warming your palms, because he had your baby boy with him, held so close to his chest, hands covering his entire size, singing to him softly, his voice an Irish husk that needed listening to, still swollen from a lack of sleep over the past week since you’d brought him home, “how about we got to sleep, hey? I’ll sing you a song, little guy…" he smiled so delicately by tiny hands fiddling in the blankets swathed, “come fly with me, come fly with me…" he swallowed, singing so softly, his voice almost cracking over it’s own featherlight weight, “come fly with me…"

D'aww this one is so adorable :) Tumblrrrr xx