1D Preferences #645: You child is scared of thunderstorms...
Harry: “Sweetheart, it’s outside, the weather won’t hurt you,” he coos softly, cuddling her against his sweater and rubbing small circles in her back. “But…but…loud,” she sniffs, covering her tiny ears and wincing at the thunder. “I’ll sing for you so you can’t hear the thunder,” he promises, tucking her into bed and sitting beside her. “Your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me, but bear this in mind it was…” he sings softly, watching as her tears dry and the thunder becomes long forgotten as she drifts off to sleep.
Louis: “Why are you hiding under the table?” Louis crouches down as he notices his son curled up under the dining room table with his teddy bear. “Scary weather,” he pouts as lightning crackles across the gray sky. “Mind if I join you?” His son nods and Louis crawls under the table and crouches beside him with a laugh. “You know what would be really cool? If we built a fort,” Louis suggests, attempting to lure the boy from under the table and distract him from the storm. “Fort! Fort! Yeah!” he replies, eagerly crawling out from the table towards the living room. “All right, you get the pillows and I’ll get the blankets for the roof,” Louis calls out, watching his son’s fears long forgotten.
Zayn: “Hon, I won’t let the thunderstorms get you,” he coos, wrapping his arm around his small daughter. “But daddy, I scared,” she sniffles in reply, cuddling against his cotton tee. “Here, let’s sing a song to make the rain go away, ready?” She looks up at him and shrugs. “Rain, rain, go away…” he starts to sing, smiling as she joins him a little off-tune. Soon they’re both singing and laughing and her fears are long-forgotten.
Niall: “Thunderstorms aren’t scary, they’re fun,” Niall promises, kneeling down to eye level with his son. “Not fun,” he protests, folding his tiny arms. “Once the storm is over, we can go jump in puddles!” Niall exclaims, watching the little boy’s blue eyes widen with excitement. “But it still raining,” the little boy pouts, pressing his face against the window. “While it rains we can go make ice cream sundaes and by the time we’re done the scary storm will be over, c’mon lad,” he hoists the boy up onto his shoulder as they head towards the kitchen.
Liam: “Sweetheart, why are you hiding under your bed?” He inquires, lying on the floor and peering at his daughter’s wide eyes from below her bed. She crawls out and bursts into tears, causing Liam to worriedly place her on her lap and wrap her in his arms. “Are you hurt? Is something wrong? Is someone…bullying you?” he asks softly, smoothing down her curly hair. “N-no,” she mumbles, wiping her tears with her fists. “I scared of the rain and loud noises but it’s stupid scared,” she sniffs, leaning against his sweater. “It’s not stupid to be afraid of thunderstorms, a lot people are, it’s okay. I’m scared of spoons! That’s the silliest fear ever!” he dramatizes, succeeding at making her laugh. “What do you say we go watch some television and forget about the meanie storm, all right?”