One Direction Preferences.

19-Your Son Has A Nightmare.

Preference #19: Your Son Has A Nightmare.

Harry:

Harry had a long day on the plane ride home. He wanted to spend time with you and your kids, but you made him go to bed first because he looked so tired. It was almost two in the morning when you decided to join Harry in bed. You slowly climbed into your side of the bed trying not to wake him up. Harry shakes his head and sits up. "Do you hear that?" He asked "Yeah, it's been going on all night." You answered. "Really?" He whispered. As soon a his head fell back to the pillow, a scream came from your oldest sons, Jaime's (pronounced Hi-Me), room. You ran out of bed and ran in the hallway to his room. You saw him in his bed, with his fingers through his hair, and bloodshot teared eyes. His room was messed up, and his green eyes were black. "What happened, Jaime?" You asked. You sat on his bed, and engulfed him into a hug. His head rested on your shoulder and he squeezed your back. "It's the same nightmare. Dad was gone. You were gone. Everyone was gone. I-I don't know. Mom!" He screamed. Harry had never seen his son like that, but he was always away. It's been years since the band was over, but he still travels. He's missed out on all the times Jaime has his breakdown moments. Jaime often had these types of moments, but you never quite figured out why or how it happened. Harry ran over to the other side of his bed and rubbed his back. "We're here. We're always here." Harry said. "No you're not! You're always gone! You're never home! It's just like the dream, dad. You're never here!" Jaime screamed into your shoulder. "He's here now... He isn't leaving for a while. He's home Jaime." You cooed into your sons ear. "Mom, can you sleep with me tonight?" Jaime asked. "You're sixteen." You said. "Mom!" He screamed. He cried even more into your shoulder, and Harry just sat there. He knew he couldn't do anything. His relationship with his son is gone because he's gone. "Of course, babe." You said. You laid him down and covered him up like when he was a baby. Harry tucked you both in and sang you both a lullaby to sleep. Harry was now desperate just to get his son back.

Louis:

Your son was so scared for tomorrow. It was his first day of high school tomorrow, and he's been having a lot of bullying problems. You and Louis did everything you could to help Rowan feel better. It was 5 in the morning, and you heard footsteps walking around the house. Louis was fast asleep next to you, so you wondered who it could be. You walked downstairs and saw a small light coming from the kitchen. A figure was standing in front of the refrigerator pouring himself a glass of milk. "Rowan?" You asked. "Sorry for waking you up." He said ashamed. "N-no... What's wrong? Do you want me to make you something?" You asked. "No... no." He said. Rowan turned around and sat down next to you. His eyes were bloodshot from crying, and sweat lined on his forehead. He looked so scared, "I think I know what can make you feel better. Go to your room, and I'll be in there soon." You smiled. You thought that maybe you can get Louis to sing to Rowan. That always made him feel better. You ran upstairs, and into your room where Louis was still sound asleep. "Louis, Louis... Wake up." You said tapping his shoulder. "What... what's wrong (Y/N)?" He slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Rowan had another nightmare... I need you to sing to him like always." You said. Louis nodded and walked over to Rowans room. He sat on the edge of Rowans bed and tucked him in. He started to sing a sweet melody, and soon Rowan was sound asleep."Thank you, Louis. I'm so worried for him." You said quietly. "I know, but the nightmares'll be over soon." Louis whispered tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Liam:

"Daddy! Daddy!" Your six year old son had screamed. James never screamed in the middle of the night. He was always fast asleep. He was like you, and loved his sleep. He never awoke, so you and Liam thought that this has to be bad. Liam shot up out of bed and ran down the hallway with you following. You saw James sitting up on his bed crying. "Daddy!" He screamed again. He held up his hands wanting Liam to pick him up. Liam took him into his grasp and held him close to his chest. James nustles his head into the crook of Liam's neck. "What happened baby?" You asked. "There was a mean man in my dream. He said mean things." James cried. "James, it wasn't real... This is real, and we won't let that mean man get you." Liam said. "But I've seen him before!" James claimed. "Liam..." You said. You put your hand on his free shoulder, and you two shared a look. you both were worried. "Did you see the man in your dreams, or in real life?" You asked. "In my dream. Mommy, is he real?" James asked. His sweet, scared voice made you want to cry. But you couldn't. "No, no he isn't real. Come'on... Sleep with mommy and daddy tonight." You said. Liam carried him back over to your room and James feel asleep in Liams arms, quickly. You put your arms around James and Liam keeping them close to you. "Hopefully, James won't be having any more nightmares." Liam said. "Hopefully." You whisper.

Zayn:

"Dad, what causes nightmares?" Your son, Brenen asks. "I don't know... Why?" Zayn says. "Mom, do you know?" He asked. "Having too much stress, eating too much, eating late snacks, anxiety, thinking bad thoughts." You said. Brenen was only thirteen, and yet he was asking about nightmares. You and Zayn were snuggled together on your bed, watching Zayn's favorite movie. When Brenen came into your room at one in the morning, you knew something was up. "Do you think you're having bad dreams?" Zayn asked. "Mhmm." Brenen shook his head, sheepishly, "But, but I'm not sure." He said shakingly. "What was the dream about?" You asked. "These really scary monsters came, and they took me away... and then I died... Does that sound like a nightmare?" He asked. You let go of your grasp of Zayn to hold Brenen. He was shaking like a leaf. You brought him closer to you, and you just hugged him. You swayed back and forth and held him tight. "It's okay, baby. It's just a dream." You said. "Can we get help? Like, like a therapist?" Brenen asked. "If you want." Zayn offered. "Okay. I'll take it. I don't want to have dreams like that." He said. "We'll get you help. Just go on to bed. Goodnight Brenen." you said. "Night mom, night dad." He walked off with his head held low. "It's happening again, (Y/N)." Zayn said, worridly. "I know... I know."

Niall:

You and Niall were fast asleep when you heard little feet run into your room. The bottom of your bed dipped down, and you felt somthing crawl under your arms. "Mommy, I'm scared." The little voice said. "Jack, what are you doing?" Niall asked. Jack didn't respond. He just shook his head, and buried his face into your arms. "Jack, baby... what's wrong?" You said. You moved to see Jack crying. "Why are you crying?" Niall had asked... Niall wasn't at his best when he was tired, and awake at three in the morning. "I had a bad dream, daddy." Jack said. He was only five, but he was the most precious thing you and Niall could've ever had besides your younger daughter. "Awe, Jack..." You said. "Daddy, can you fight monsters in closet?" Jack asked. He raised his head from your arms and looked at Niall right in the eyes. They both had beautiful deep blue eyes, and pink lips. Jack looked almost the same as Niall, and it was the most cutest thing ever. "Yeah, bud. I can fight monsters. Let's go." Niall smiled. He put Jack on his back, and got a plastic sword that was lying under your bed. Niall ran down the hallway and into Jack's room buzzing like a bee. Jack laughed and he jumped off of Niall's back. Jack jumped into bed, and Niall opened the closet. He pretened to get sucked into the closet, and it closed the door shut. Jack screamed, "Daddy!" He yelled. "Ahhh!" Niall yelled. He jumped out of the closet with ketchup on his sword. "He's dead! I got him! Jack, he's gone!" Niall screamed. "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" Jack chanted. "Alright... The monsters won't get you anymore. Goodnight Jack. I love you." Niall kissed his forehead and tucked him in. When he was done he walked back to bed and put the sword under the bed again. "Good job, Daddy." You smirked.

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