~YAY! I LOVE THE KID ONES!~
Harry: You watched silently how your daughter drew another picture. He was holding different color of crayons in her small had, squeezing them tightly against her chest. She stared at the picture intensely; tongue poking out and dimples showing when she drew a big pink balloon. “What a nice balloon, honey,” you smiled, drying the dishes when you watched her work. “It’s not balloon, it’s daddy!” she screamed giggling, making you giggle as well when she took a black crayon, drawing for a second before lifting it up. “Look mommy,” she cheered, happy smile on her face when she showed the picture of Harry. She had drawn a balloon shaped head with a huge curly hair bush, two round eyes, potato nose and a ‘U’ formed mouth. “Well, yes it is! It looks just like him! Daddy will be so happy to see that!” you grinned proudly, knowing that Harry would love it to the moon and back. “I miss him mommy,” your little girl sighed, placing the crayons to the table, looking defeat that she couldn’t let Harry see it right away. “He’ll be home from work any time now, doll, don’t worry,” you smiled, making your way next to her chair, looking at the pictures she had drew about her dad. “I just want daddy to see what a good drawing I’ve done!” she cheered happily, making you smile gently. “I’m home!” Harry’s voice ran through the kitchen, making your daughters eyes light up, “Where’s my two favorite girls?” You smirked when your daughter wiggled out of the chair, grabbing the drawings before running to the door, happily shouting, “Daddy, daddy I missed you! Look! It’s you! Do you like it?”
Louis: “Mm, baby?” you sighed, drifting off from your slumber, opening your eyes to see your five years old son cuddled up next to you. He had pressed his small, cold nose against your neck, trying to tickle you with his small, chubby fingers. “Mommy the big pointer is in twelve and little is in six. Where’s daddy?” he whispered quietly, snuggling closer to you, making you smile when you wrapped the warm bed covers better over you. “Daddy will come at night six a clock, remember honey?” you smiled gently, brushing his thick, brown hair off his forehead, giving a light kiss to his forehead, smelling his familiar scent. “Oh yea,” he whispered sucking his lower lip to his mouth when he hugged his stuffed lion, small arms tangled around it. “I missed him, did you baby?” you smiled, stroking your boy’s small, clothed back, knowing how much he had actually missed him. Your son nodded with a serious face, making your heart melt to his adorableness. “Mommy?” he asked, lifting his small feet up, so the sheets made a tent between his feet and the bed, “Do you think that daddy got me a gift?”
Zayn: “Mommy when I can go to daddy’s again?” your daughter asked suddenly, in the middle of the grocery store, making you freeze to the cereal aisle. She stared at you with big, brown, curious eyes when you gulped, trying to think what day it was. “Well…It was his weekend last week, but he had that gala, so maybe this weekend, hold on baby…, “you said quietly, making your small girl grin widely. Her smile was big, few missing teeth making it funny and cute. You sighed, flipping your calendar, before putting it away, unable to face your daughter’s hopeful eyes. “I think your dad’s going to the US this weekend baby, I’m sorry,” you sighed, trying to smile for your daughter. Her smile dropped, making her lip tremble when she nodded shakily. “O-Okay,” she whispered quietly, making your heart ache. It was Zayn’s idea to take a break, after many fits of arguments, but it hurt you as much as your girl. “Baby,” you sighed, looking how few tears ran down her cheek. You kneeled down next to the small girl and cereal boxes, taking her to your arms, hugging tightly. “I miss daddy,” she cried to your neck, making your eyes get watery when a silent sob left your mouth. “I know baby, I miss him too. So much,” you whimpered, trying to keep yourself together. A deep, familiar, meaningful voice interrupted your sniffling, making your heart stop, “Is there a possibility that I could come home then, even after being such a dick? I miss my two favorite girls.”
Niall: You sighed, burying your head to your hands when you tried to block out the crying baby next to you. He had been crying the whole day, not giving you any rest. Being alone with three years old when Niall was touring wasn’t easy. “Honey, please tell me what’s wrong, please tell mommy,” you cried desperately, looking at your small, chubby son who sat on his little chair, blue eyes full of tears. His cries filled the whole room, making your head ache. You didn’t know what to do anymore. “Baby, what’s wrong,” you tried again between your own, exhausted sobs. You missed the extra pair of hands you normally had. You missed Niall’s scent, his voice and his ability to make your son laugh no matter what. Your front door pinged, making you lift your head when your son sprinted up, running to the door with his small, chubby feet. He was wearing grey sweats, just like Niall’s, like he wanted. You walked next to your son who had run to the door, pressing his ear against it. You knew it was only a mailman, who had lifted a packet to your door, but your son’s eyes were so hopeful and big, you couldn’t stop but smile. He wasn’t crying anymore. “Honey,” you whispered, kneeling next to him, seeing how his eyes got teary when the door didn’t open, “Do you miss daddy?” “Dada,” your son whispered, making you nod before crashing him to your arms, letting his sobs fill your shoulder. “It’s okay baby, he’ll be home soon with us. C’mon let’s call daddy and you can tell him about your new football jersey!”
Liam: “Mom?” you heard a silent whisper coming from the doorway, making you turn around in the dim kitchen. It was late, over midnight, making you surprised that your daughter was still up. “Baby what are you doing, I thought you were sleeping,” you cooed smiling, looking how her brown Liam’s eyes were staring at you, long eyelashes tangled to each other. “It’s over midnight,” she smiled, crossing arms over her hello kitty pajama, making your smile widen. “Oh, that’s right honey. Happy birthday to my very own 14 years old!” you smiled, tears pricking to your eyes when you thought how fast the last fourteen years went. It felt like yesterday when she was placed to your chest, warm and tiny. “I miss daddy mom,” she said quietly, tears building to the corners of her eyes. You nodded, a sad smile coming to your face when you opened your arms so she could place her head against your chest, just like fourteen years ago. “I know darling. I miss him too. He would be so proud that his daughter grew up to be this beautiful, smart and amazing young woman.” Your daughter smiled, warm salty tears running against your skin when she pressed her head deeper, seeking for a comfort. “He loved you so much darling,” you sighed, tears burning your throat when you looked up, closing your eyes and hoping he watched you two, smiling his perfect smile.