One Direction Preferences

63-Your Daughters 1st Date...

CREDIT: TUMBLR

Liam:  " I have a date on Friday." You look up at Liam across the table, trying to gage his reaction at your daughters words. You told her earlier to tell him calmly, and let him go all protective on her. he swallows his food slowly, glancing at your daughter. "A date? What do you mean a date?" You look between your husband and your daughter, feeling bad fro how nervous she looks. "Li." You say sternly,- urging him not to play dumb. "Daddy, it's just Jake! He's my friend, and you once said he was nice! Besides I'm 16 and Mom said I could." She finishes, her brown eyes looking exactly like her fathers. Now Liams own strong brown eyes are on you, raising an eyebrow. "I said, ask your father, and Liam, I was her age, when I met you, wasn't I?" You smirk, knowing you've won. Liam sighs, "i want to re-meet him. You're home by ten, and he better not be in a band because they're trouble." He states, sighing, never able to refuse his girls. "Daddy, you were in a-" Liam cuts her off, "Exactly my point." He says, smirking at you as you blush.

Louis:  "Babe, why are you wearing your old leather jacket?" You ask your husband as he comes down the stairs, emitting a sigh from your daughter. "He's trying to look bad-ass to meet my date, no doubt." Your daughter says, staring at her phone, a spitting image of her father. Louis mocks her jokingly as he pecks you on the lips, sitting next to you on the couch. "And I don't need to wear anything specific to look bad-ass, I"m awesome." He says, his arms slipping around yours shoulder. "Oh my god." Your daughter syas, her head in her hands, "Mom..." She asks, looking at you helplessly. You shake your head, "Tommo is right, we've got to meet him. And I can't control what your father does." You say, patting his thigh, knowing you lost control of Louis' antics years ago. "He is a nice boy, he reminds me of you daddy." Your daughter now says, your own smile reflecting on her face. You know Louis well enough that he gives into that every time. "In that case, stay far, far away." Louis says, nodding his head affirmatively. You shake your head, "I say you chase him." You wink at your daughter, smiling at your husband.

Zayn:  You can hear your husbands and sons voice mixing together as they sing, washing the dishes. "Do you always keep secrets from Dad?" You glare at your daughter, her lips forming a smirk, just like her fathers. "Do you want to deal with 'Zayn Malik, Outfit Police?' " You counter to her. "No." She mumbles, pulling at her skirt. It was a perfect length for her 18 year old age, short, but not short enough. But anything above the ankle was a 'No' in Zayns world. Just last weekend he got all angry because you wore too low of a top. It how Zayn function, being protective over things he loved most. "That's what I thought. I'll walk you out. And I get cool Mom points for this." You state, pointing a finger in her direction. You were young when you had her, so you remember easily what is was like to be 18 and crazy in love with a boy who everyone thought was wrong for her. Including her father. "I'll handle Dad, go." She stumbles on the stairs a bit, Zayns attention coming to her as he walks into the living room. He raises an eyebrow, blinking a few times, his dark hair in his face. "Short." Is all he says, nodding his head, glancing at you as you come down the stairs. "It's a date Dad. I think I look fine." Your daughter defends, and you close your eyes, not in the modd for the two to fight. You hear Zayn sigh. "I don't like this boy, he's no good." Zayn ignores his daughters protests, sitting on the couch. "My Dad thought you were no good. Mr. 50,000 tattoos." You counter, pushing your daughter towards the door, knowing Zayn still can't resist you. "Whatever, Mrs. Tattoo. Home by 11!" He shouts as she rushes out the door. "She's going to get hit on in that." He mumbles, angrily. "Why do you think that?" You ask, sitting in his lap, your son groaning. "She looks like her mother." He grins.

Niall:  "How ugly is he?" Your two sons snort at your husbands question, but you and your daughter both look disapprovingly at Niall. "Mom." She whines, slightly, looking at you. "Ni, be nice" You say, glancing at him, looking up from your dinner plate. " I am her father, I can ask any questions I want." he replies, shoving a large piece of chicken into his mouth, smiling sweetly at your daughter as he chews. She groans, resting her head on the table. "And I'm her mother, and I say go easy on her. It's her first real date." You glance sweetly at your daughter, who is now distracted by her phone. Niall slumps a little, and you know he thinks you're right. "He's here." Your daughter says quietly, setting her fork down, ready to leave for the movie. "I just want to see him. And tell him your curfew, nothing embarrassing." Niall says, getting up and following her. Your sons are distracted with arguing with one another, so you trail behind Niall. Your daughters date is standing there, talking to Niall. And towering over him. You can tell by Nialls body language that he is trying to compensate for being shorter than his daughters date, arms folded and back straight. You can tell the boy is sweet, but is scared by Niall, glaring up at him slightly. Niall finishes with whatever he was saying, and the two leave. "When did I get so short?" He questions, walking back towards the table. "When you were born Irish." You tease, rubbing his blonde hair lightly. "My daughters date is taller than me. And good looking too. I need a pint." You roll your eyes at your husbands antics.

Harry:  You know Harry occasionally likes to stay up late and read, but the sound you're hearing is not the pages turning. He's typing and muttering under his breath. You roll over, done with trying to stay asleep. Harrys reading glasses are low on his nose, his hair a wreck. "What are you doing, Styles?" You ask him, and he jumps a bit, not realizing you were up. "Did I wake you...Styles?" He counters back, raising his eyebrow at the nickname. "Yes you did, but still, what are you doing? It's the middle of the night." You sit up fully, waiting for an answer from your husband. You notice the screen open to Google, with a familiar name typed into it. "Harry, what in the world?" You mumble, grabbing the computer. "I'm just background checking." He states, folding his arms. "On her best friend? We've known the boy for 8 years, and they go on one date and you decide to Google him?" You blink at him, slightly amused. You love how protective Harry was over your daughter, but she was almost 17, and had had a crush on this boy for as long as you can remember. Harry shrugs slightly, his faded tattoos appearing on his shoulder as his shirt moves. "How teenage girl of you Haz." You say, handing him back the laptop. "He's an honor student, Thats all I found out." He slumps, almost like he was wishing he could stop his daughter from seeing her brand new boyfriend. "Babe, you knew that. Re-stating that he lives two doors down. And has your autograph on his wall. He is a good kid, and she is happy. Stop worrying and go to sleep." You reassure him, grabbing his glass off his face and setting them on his night-stand. He kisses your forehead, letting you know he understands, switching off the light. You two lay in the dark for a moment before Harry speaks. "I bet he's Googled me." He mumbles as you laugh loudly.