[He'd do anything for his daughter]
"Come on Niall! Just at least 200 meters to go!"
"I-I can't!" He cried falling to his hands and knees, chest heaving and body shaking. You were both training on a 400 meter field so Niall could be fit before tour. He's wanted to be fit for the upcoming tour for a while now but never had motivation. But he's been through nearly 2 weeks of training with your persuasion. Jogging easily and slowly building his fitness. Now Niall has gained a distance of up to 4km without stopping. You were proud to say the least.
"Yes you can! Get up Niall! UP!" He cried out stumbling to his wobbly legs and running a few meters.
"P-please!"
"Keep going!" You pushed, knowing that he would thank you later.
"(Y/N)!" He let out a strangled sob knowing he had reached his wall. He just needed a bit more energy to push through it and cross over that finish line.
You frowned as he stopped letting out dry cries.
"You can do it Niall!" He shook his head falling to his knees again giving up. You put a hand on his shoulder to feel the sweat soaked into his shirt.
"Daddy!" You both looked up to see your daughter stumbling to the finish line followed by yours and Niall's close friend Harry. He loves babysitting your daughter Felicity. Harry smiled kneeling behind her and helping her wave.
"Come on Niall. For Felicity." His eyes narrowed and he breathed heavily through gritted teeth. Bits of spit flew out but he wiped them away.
You watched in awe as he forced his body to start a forced jog. Harry and Felicity cheered for Niall as he slowly picked up pace. You stared wide eyed and stood up as he was now sprinting to the finish line. A wide grin plastered on your face as you ran after him.
Niall crossed the finish line and fell to his knees again, though a smile prominent to his face. Harry clapped and Niall weakly pulled Felicity into a hug.
You'll have to bath them both later.
"Whoo! Go Niall!" Harry smiled standing up as you came beside him catching your breath.
"I don't know where he got that energy from." You panted as Harry smiled warmly at you.
"Instinct," you both stared as Niall stood up holding Felicity's petite hand with his sweaty one. "Instinct of being a father."
The glow in Niall's eyes was enough to tell you Harry was right. And the point was proven that he'd do anything for his daughter. Anything.
