"Save It For Marriage" - Larry One Shot
Summary: Brought up in strict Christian home, Harry Styles is absolutely against sex before marriage; nothing will change his mind - he’ll take his morals to the grave. Louis doesn’t care for morals, probably having fucked the majority of London, doesn’t care for religion (there wasn’t much he cared for, really, though). (Or: the one where Louis wanks in the shower for 6 years wishing that it was Harry’s hands on him instead)
A/N: I spent my life and soul on this, and I think it’s one of the best pieces of writing I’ve done so far :) Hope you enjoy it, kids.
Word Count: ~6000
Preference: If I let you know, I'm here for you...
A/N: SO I’m starting this new thing…This pref is gonna be at least three parts long…I hope you like it! xxxxx
You die and he finds out you had his baby after he broke up with you.
Part one (*HIS POV*)
Zayn: I reached out my Iphone. It had been ringing loudly past minutes, not stopping even when I yelled at it. I was tucked under my bed covers, only legs pointing out under the cover. Last night I had a late night at the studio with boys. We had planned the new cd and tour all over. It was going to be perfect, if I could get a chance to sleep. “Hello”, I answered grumpily, morning voice raspy just like my stubble. “Mr. Malik?” a woman voice asked through the phone, making me wake up a bit and sit up. “Yes this is him,” I answered politely. She sounded really official. “Good. I’m Mary from you law firm,” She answered firmily, like she’d noticed I just woke up. “Oh, is something wrong?” I asked, now a little panicked. Why would they call me? “Actually, there is. Could you possibly come to the office as soon as possible?” She said, voice still calm like ice. My heart stopped for a second. Shit, this can’t be good. “Yea, I’m on my way,” I answered in a second, closing the phone before starting to pull my pants on. Shit, shit, shit…This can’t be good… I reached the lawyer’s office in no time. I believe I got like ten speed tickets, but I was too nervous to care. All I could think was what the hell was going on… Mr. Lewis, my lawyer sat in front of me when I sat down to the big red chair. “Mr. Malik, I’m sorry to inform you that Y/N Y/L/N has passed away yesterday in a car crash,” he said severe look on his face. I could feel my stomach drop. Y/N…My ex-girlfriend Y/N? Suddenly I saw her face on my mind. She was smiling and laughing…I remembered how I used to love her, or did still love her. I fought back my tears looking at Mr. Lewis in front of me. “I’m sorry to hear that,” was all I got out. It sounded so lame… “There’s more,” Mr. Lewis continued, looking right at me. I could feel my hands sweat. “Did Y/N ever tell you she has a daughter?” I heard Mr. Lewis’s words, but I didn’t really know why he was talking to me… I mean we split up like…twelve years ago. “No she didn’t,” I answered, rising my eyebrows trying to signal that I had no idea what was going on. “Well, she has. Her parents or relatives aren’t capable of taking care of her, so the court decided to give her custody to the closest relative who can.” Mr. Lewis continued talking, but my brains slowed me down. I still didn’t understand it…”So,” Mr. Lewis started, looking at me with his scary brown eyes, “Custody of Ray Emily Y/L/N is ordered to his father. And that means you Mr. Malik”
Liam: I lay in my bed, staring at the wall next to me. I couldn’t sleep; something didn’t let me to sink in my much needed slumber. I didn’t feel very good. I didn’t know why, but I just didn’t. The clock next to me showed the time. It was nearly midnight, and I had an early morning tomorrow. Boys and I had a meeting in a local radio center. It was finally time to start advertise our new album. A doorbell ring woke me up from my intense wall staring. Immediately jumping out of bed, only wearing my boxers and a t-shirt, I rushed to the door. No one usually came this late, unless there was something wrong. I opened the door, peaking my head to see who it was. For a second, I stared at a girl I knew years ago. She was Y/N’s best friend. I opened the door fully when I saw the tears on her cheeks. Mascara ran black stripes to her white cheeks when she stared at me, not knowing what to say. “Y/BF/N, Come in,” I said, not sure what to do myself. She practically ran into my apartment, looking at me before bursting in to more tears. “Hey, hey, hey..,” I said, trying to calm her down. “Liam..,” she said, voice breaking so badly I could hardly tell what was coming out of her mouth, “She died! She just died! One day she was there and then…They’re taking him away! They’ll give him to foster homes! You know how Y/N didn’t have much family after her parents died, but they can’t do that! They can’t take him away to some shitty foster homes! Who knows what they’ll do to him! Y/N didn’t want that…shit…”She cried against her hands, when I stood in front of her, head spinning. What she was talking about? Y/N? Dead? And who is he? “I-I don’t understand..,” I said trying to sound calm, but I bet I didn’t. “Liam, after you left her for Danielle, she found out she was pregnant. Now she’s dead and they’re giving him away! They’re giving her son away! Just like he’d be some old toy! She’s dead Liam, she’s dead! And they won’t let me have James! I don’t know what to do..,” she was crying against my shoulder now, but only things in my mind were that my beautiful Y/N was dead and I had a son.
Louis: I was sitting in my kitchen, having a talk with my mom while we drank tea. It was our every Friday thing, we did it every time I didn’t have tour or show or interview. It was just something we loved to do. Talk and bond, I mean even when I wasn’t living under her roof anymore she was still my mom. A knock on the front door interrupted our discussion about whether we paint my kitchen again or not. I jogged to my door, wearing only plain white t-shirt and shorts. “Hello!” I greeted a woman who was standing on my doorway. She looked really tight, just like those annoying professors in school, “How can I help you?” She looked me displeased until my mom appeared to check who was at the door. “Are you Mr. Louis Tomlinson?”, She asked, looking at me with a face what would cut a class. “Yeah that’s me!” I said smiling, trying to see what that lemon wanted. “We need to talk,” she said simply, giving me a warning glare before heading in. She sat to our tea table, crossing her legs before she looked at me and mom. We were sitting across her, looking at her curiously. “We have been informed that in the last hand, you Louis William Tomlinson, have a custody for William Thomas Y/L/N, if any other obligated guardian is not capable to do that. With that, Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N have been confirmed unstable because of their health conditions and there is no one else. So it’s now up to you choose do you take the custody or do you send William Y/L/N to Sunrise foster home?” She talked quickly and clearly, making me squirm at my place. What the hell was she talking about? “William Y/L/N?” mom asked, looking at the woman. She nodded, handing me some papers, “There’s a proof that William Thomas Y/L/N’s biological father is you, Mr. Tomlinson. I’m sorry to rush you but you need to decide. Sunrise foster home needs their decision as soon as possible.” I stared at the woman sitting across my tea table. My hands shook a bit when mom reached her’s to hold mine. “I have a son?”
Harry: I sat on a hospital, still unaware why I was there. The doctors had called me, letting me know it was important me to be there. They didn’t give me any information, but I sat there in the white plastic chairs waiting someone to tell me what was going on. I sighed, rubbing my curls trying to close my eyes for a minute. It was over midnight and something had to be wrong. I cursed silently again when a nurse walked past me knowing nothing what was going on. This had to be some kind of prank. Boys had to come out of the room laughing their guts of when they’d find me waiting in the hospital in the middle of the Wednesday night. Finally, some doctor with a white coat and serious look walked to me, telling me follow him to the conversation room. I sat to the padded chair, stomach crumbling and reminding I hadn’t eat anything after lunch. “Mr. Styles..,” the doctor said, looking at me over his classes. He was just like those doctors in movies. He could just jump to the table and open my chest with a ruler and make me a successful heart surgery. “Yes,” I answered, looking at him, trying to stop my stomach for crumbling. “I’m sorry to be the one for telling this, but Y/N Y/L/N has passed away an hour ago. There were complications, severe complications. There was nothing we could do. I’m sorry,” The doctor’s words made my heart sink. Y/N…Every feeling I had felt like numb compared to the new pain what was now in my heart bursting it apart. Y/N was dead. She was dead…Even thought of not able to see her never again drove me crazy. Yes I broke up with her, but it was because my career. I wasn’t good enough for her… And now…She was gone. “Mr. Styles?” Doctor asked with a tone that told he had tried to talk to me earlier, “You need to sign your daughter’s information papers and if it’s possible, donate some blood. I know this is really shocking but it was rough to her too. She’s going to be fine, but she’ll need a lot of care.” I stared at the doctor who was looking at me expecting my answer. My mouth dried a bit, voice sticking my throat when I finally managed to whisper, “She died for giving birth? For my daughter?”
Niall: My fingers ran on the strings, when I hummed the lyrics what popped to my mind. TV was on some random soccer game coming out. I didn’t really know the teams, but it didn’t matter. Some jack ass had made mistake for letting the goalkeeper play. He sucked. He had let in like ten goals but at least I got a good laugh looking at him. I groaned when a knock on my door disturbed my hanging out. I hated getting out of my couch just to open the door to see some guy selling some useless stuff. I opened the door seeing someone I never thought I would. Y/N’s brother. He looked me head to feet, with a sad expression. His eyes were red and he had bags under his eyes. “Hi mate, what brings you here?” I asked, trying to sound cheerful. I knew he didn’t come for nothing. He was far away from home. “Y/N,” he responded, looking down at his feet. I flinched a bit hearing her name again. She had been everything for me. Everything. Until management made us split up. “Is she okay?” I asked, letting Y/B/N in. He sat on the couch, looking down again when few tears slipped out of his eyes. “No, she’s not okay,” he answered with shaky voice, She’s dead Niall.” I could feel my heart drop and shatter in million pieces. I always thought that we’d be together again when the time would be right… I got up, throwing my shaky hands through my hair. I was mad, I was so angry I wanted to throw stuff. If Y/B/N wasn’t there I would have. How they could to this? How could they take Y/N? “That’s not why I’m here,” her brother said slowly, getting up too, placing his hands on my shoulders and started, “You know that Y/N didn’t come along with our parents…” I nodded, looking at him. “And uhm, I still asked them, but they said no… Niall, when my sister and you broke up she was pregnant. She’s with me now, your daughter, but I have to go to military. I can’t give her away for someone who treats her like shit. I’ve tried everything…You’re my last string. I don’t know what to do..” I stared at him in silence. I had a daughter? Why the hell didn’t Y/N tell me? Her brother looked at me, small tears in his eyes, “She has Y/N’s smile.”
#209 His Girlfriend is jealous (Requested)
*So I made Taylor Swift, Harry’s gf and Amy Green, Niall’s gf! Hope I didn’t offend anybody, I just needed some girlfriends for them. Enjoy! And of course, feedback is always appreciated! xx
Harry: “H-Harry, s-stop it!” you giggled, his meticulous hands tickling at your sides, a silly grin spread across his face. “Say it, say I’m the best” he bargained, referring to the skill of playing a good game of football. “Y-your the b-best at f-football!” “What’s going on here?!” Taylor exclaimed, watching as Harry rolled off of you and you sat up on the couch, adjusting your top. “Uh nothing babe, just tickled my way into getting Y/N to say I’m the best at football” he assured her, walking over and planting a kiss on her forehead, making you slightly uncomfortable. “Yeah, I’m gonna go, bye Haz…Taylor” you sighed, opening the front door, sending Harry an apologetic look, for you knew that he would be in trouble that night…
Liam: “Liam, I’m home babe!” Danielle’s voice sang throughout the house, kicking off her shoes at the front door, suitcase dragging behind her. “Hey love!” Liam smiled, taking her in his arms, giving her a welcoming kiss. “How was Germany?” he asked, referring to where she had been for the past week as due to her dancing career. “It was great! I….Why is the shower running?” “Oh, Y/N stayed over last night…” Just as Dani was about to protest, you had emerged, dressed only in a towel, your hair dripping behind your back, “Liam where are the- Oh hi Dani!” “Hello Y/N…” she said calmly, before walking away in to the bedroom, slamming the door behind her, the house shaking slightly. “Guess that’s my cue to go…”
Niall: “Why did I insist on going to the pub without a jacket, its bloody cold out here!” you moaned, using your hands to create warmth, rubbing them up and down your arms. “I told you you would need one!” Amy chuckled, sending you an I told you so look. “Here silly, take mine” Niall sighed, taking off his leather jacket, opening it as you slid your arms into it, the fit being slightly large on your body. “Better?” he asked, and you nodded,”Thanks Niall.” He smiled back at you, placing one arm around each of you, as the three of you continued walking down the cement road. Amy’s eyes became dark, a hint of a scowl placed on her brows, as she leaned in closer, hinting you a fair warning, Niall. Was. Hers.
Zayn: “I’ve never been here before!” you exclaimed, in awe of what you were seeing. Zayn had invited you out the Funky Buddha, a club in West London, and seeing as you were free, you accepted his offer. “Alright everybody make some noise!” the DJ shouted over the speakers as everyone started moving to the beat, shaking their hips and grinding to the beat. “I’m not one for dancing” you shouted as Zayn pulled you onto the dance floor. “Its easy! I’ll show you!” he shouted back, placing you in front of him. As the beat got louder and the floor became more crowded, you and Zayn were forced closer, your back pressed to his front as you swayed with the music. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of her pink hair, and you knew it was Perrie. “Zayn? Y/N? What are you doing?” she questioned, nearly shouting over the music. Busted…
Louis: “Y/N why did you wear a sweater to the beach? Its 90 degrees!” Eleanor questioned, her face puzzled at your choice of attire. “I just…I don’t anyone seeing me, you know…in a bathing suit” you admitted, marking your place in your book as you sat up. “Why though?” “I mean we can’t all look as great as you El, us normal girls have to work to look half as good as you” you giggled, causing her to roll her eyes, a smile finally settling on her lips. “C’mon, get up, we’re going for a swim, and I won’t let you wear that out in the water,” she ordered, pulling you up. You sighed, finally tugging off your sweater, revealing your bikini clad body, feeling vulnerable as ever. “Y/N…you look…my god” Louis mumbled, coming up from behind you, a smile finding its way to his lips. “Thanks Lou” you chuckled, Eleanor clearing her throat behind you. “Let’s go Y/N…” Oops?
Keep Your Hand Down
“How many of you are single?” asked the interviewer, and the boys refrained from rolling their eyes as the question kept getting asked and the amount of hands being raised always faltered between 1 and 4.
“I’m not single,” Louis said, feeling he’d made that statement enough.
“I’m not single,” Zayn repeated.
“I’m uh, I’m single,” Harry stammered, not really knowing which statement would piss off which side of the fandom more.
“I’m not…I’m single,” Liam said, thinking for a second. Niall looked at him, confused, before raising his own hand.
“I’m still single.”
The crowd screamed, and he smiled politely at them.
“Niall, you seem to always be single. Never linked to anyone,” mentioned the interviewer, and he blushed.
“Is that bad?” he asked, with a chuckle.
Preference #19 - He's stubborn
Harry: “No Y/N!” He exclaimed, annoyed, his eyes focussed on the road. “I didn’t drive too fast!”
“Harry, you did!” You replied, looking out of the window of the car and then back at him. “You are allowed to drive 120 kilometres an hour here and you drove 140! I saw it with my own eyes!”
“Then you saw it wrong! I didn’t drive too fast, I’m 100 percent sure.” His jaw clenched and his knuckles tightened around the steering wheel.
“Oh please. Don’t lie to me. You were driving too fast, I saw it.” You sighed.This was so frustrating. He just couldn’t admit he had done it.
“Don’t you trust me or something?” He asked, looking over at you.
“I do, but-” You started, but he cut you off before you could say anything more.
“Then stop whining. I didn’t drive too fast, now shut up.” He got his focus back on the road, while you were basically burning inside, that’s how angry you were. You knew what you saw, he was just too stubborn to admit it. And how dared he tell you to just shut up.
“You’re doing it again!” You told him, after seeing he was now driving 150 kilometres an hour.
“Fucking hell Y/N, you’re getting on my nerves! I’m trying to just drive here!” He yelled back.
“Well if you’re going to drive like that, you’re going to get us in a car crash!”
“For the last time, I didn’t drive too fast!” He pulled over and parked the car near a petrol station. You bit your lip and didn’t say anything. Who did he think he was? “Sorry for yelling at you, Y/N. Would you like to drive?” He asked. You glared over at him, he knew you didn’t have a driving licence.
“That’s mean.” You said. “I’m sorry, but if you’re going to drive like a fucking moron,I’d rather walk home.” You opened the door of the car and got out, walking away from him. You didn’t even have an idea where you were going, but well. A few moments later you felt someone grab your arm, twirling you around.
“It’s too cold to walk.” He sighed. “Come back to the car, crazy.” You smiled a bit.
“You did drive too fast though.”
“I know.” He admitted, looking down at you. “I just don’t like giving in.”
“I noticed.” You smirked, and he gave you a kiss on your nose.
Tell me if you liked it and want me to do the rest? x
Another Cup Of Coffee (ZouisFF) - Chapter 1.
Tytuł: Another Cup Of Coffee (Kolejna Filiżanka Kawy)
Główni bohaterowie: Louis Tomlinson i Zayn Malik (Zouis).
Bohaterowie drugoplanowi: Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Harry Styles, Danielle Peazer, Eleanor Calder, Jay & Mark Tomlinson, Lily & Tommy Tomlinson, Nathaniel Malik, Ed Sheeran, Hannah Walker, inni.
Gatunek: Obyczajowy, komedia.
Czas akcji: Od maja 2013 roku.
Miejsce akcji: Londyn, Wielka Brytania.
Opis: Louis Tomlinson, 28latek, który po odejściu żony, Hannah, samotnie wychowuje dwójkę dzieci: 3-letnią Lily oraz 8-letniego Tommy’ego, a także jest głównym szefem wielkiego domu mody, Tomlinson Creations, który prowadzi ze swoim przyrodnim bratem, Liamem Payne. W firmie wszyscy uważają go za wrednego skurwiela, który nie daje sobie wejść na głowę, aż do czasu, gdy…
Zayn Malik to 26-letni, zdeklarowany gej, samotnie wychowujący 8-letniego syna, Nathaniela. Po ucieczce z nietolerancyjnego Bradford, postanawia wyjechać do Londynu i spróbować sił w świecie mody. Zostaje zatrudniony jako osobisty asystent Louis’ego Tomlinsona i aż strach pomyśleć, do czego może doprowadzić współpraca dwóch aroganckich i nienawidzących się nawzajem dupków, oraz ich pokręcone dzieci…
Informacja: AU - alternatywna rzeczywistość; One Direction nie istnieje - chłopcy nie znają się. ; nagłówek - dzieło @uszati
Ostrzeżenie: Przewiduję sceny erotyczne o tematyce homoseksualnej, a także liczne wulgaryzmy. Czytasz na własną odpowiedzialność.
Od Autorki: Prezentuję pierwszy odcinek Zouisa i mam nadzieję, że Wam się spodoba. Poza tym, rozmawiałam z moim wykładowcą od kultury języka (facet jest po 80, wydał ileś tam swoich książek i słowników, a także pisze dyktanda dla całej Polski) i imię Louis rzeczywiście odmienia się Louisowi, Louisa, Louisem, dodatkowo bez apostrofa. Tak samo imiona Zayn, Liam i Niall. Jedynie Harry odmienia się z apostrofem. Mój błąd w poprzednich opowiadaniach wynikał z tego, iż błędne informacje podała mi nauczycielka z liceum. Od dziś stosuję się do opinii dr Pisarka. Co do następnego rozdziału, przez masę nauki i sesję, dodam dopiero w następny weekend. W ramach rekompensaty, rozdziały będą naprawdę długiem. Do napisania. Enjoy. xx
~ Zayn ~
- Tato? - odezwał się jakiś cichy głosik w mojej głowie.
Próbowałem na siłę usnąć, gdyż w równoległym świecie, wspaniały Justin Timberlake właśnie padał przede mną na kolana. Niech to szlag.
Preference: If I let you know, I’m here for you…
A/N: So this is the second part. I hope you like it!
You die and he finds out you had his baby after he broke up with you.
Part two (*HIS POV*)
Zayn: I looked down my shaking hands. Eight hours ago I found out I have a daughter. Now I sat in a room full of flowers and teddy bears. Mr. Lewis had given me an option. He said I should try to get her a good foster home. She was now in one, but they didn’t keep her. Everything in my life felt so tiny. Everything in the past was pathetic. My heart was beating so fast, that even tears on my cheeks didn’t matter. Second later the door opened and Liam walked in. He looked at me sadly, and I realized how awful I must have looked. “Zayn..,” he whispered, sitting next to me. He was the only one I called after I found out about…my kid. “I don’t know what to do..,” I sobbed to his shoulder, feeling like everything around me was collapsing. “It’s going to be okay,” Liam sushed, trying to calm me down. After all we were in social crevice’s waiting room. “She didn’t tell me…I can’t believe she didn’t tell me…And now she’s dead..,” I couldn’t breathe enough to bring sentences together. “I think she was afraid. Just like you are right now,” Liam whispered, stroking my back with his hand. I sniffled whipping my tears off. Liam smiled sadly, looking at me, “You know what you’re doing Zayn. I know you do.” I let out a small teary laugh. He was right. I knew. The door opened and a social worker came in holding a little girls hand. Her eyes were as red as mine, but identical in every single way. Her hair was black and thick, just like my sisters. She had her nose, and I could see in my mind how she’d wiggled it when she would laugh, just like her mom… “Ray,” I said out loud, looking at her. My heart was hurting. I didn’t expect it. I was surprised and in shock still but somehow I was happy… She looked at me straight to my eyes before I walked across the room and took her on to my arms. He wrapped her arms around me, leaving a sobs to my shirt. She smelled like Y/N. I lost my grip and looked down at her. She was looking me, clearly hesitating what she was about to say. It made me tear apart a bit. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you,” I said, muffling a sob. She smiled through her tears, placing her small hand to my cheek. “You were. You didn’t know about me, but I knew all about you,” she said gently, looking older than she really was. I grabbed her to a hug again, placing a kiss to on top of her head. “I know this is sudden, but do you want to live with me?” I whispered to her hair, looking at Liam who was watching us teary eyed. “Y-yeah,” she mumbled, grabbing me closer, afraid of letting go. “I wish mom could come too, like she wanted,” she said quietly, breaking the last piece of my heart. “Me too baby girl, me too,” I whispered, tears rolling down my cheeks when I held my crying daughter for the very first time. I got that feeling what would probably been there twelve years ago if I’d held her as a baby. Damn, everything changed. I have a daughter.
Liam: “What is taking so long?” I asked nervously, packing back and forth in the chair. Y/BF/N sat next to me, staring at the emptiness, hiccupping occasionally. She had stop crying, what made me even nervous. She looked like she’d broke in to pieces. “It happened last week. It was supposed to be a normal surgery. She had appendicitis. A fucking appendicitis. I-I got James for a while. They didn’t know what to do with him. Still don’t..,” her voice was so silent that I had to make sure I heard everything she said. A appendicitis… “James turns three next month. She was supposed to throw a big party to him. He deserves it. If something happens to him I..,” she lost words and started to stare at the table again. The pain in my heart was unbearable. I’m not that guy who walks away when someone needs me. I’m not that guy who turns down someone who I love. Damn, I loved Y/N. I loved her so much. And now I loved James. I never even saw him before but I did. He was my and Y/N’s creation. Mostly Y/N’s but there had to be something from me. Even if there wouldn’t…He was my son. I wouldn’t let them take him away from me. A door creek stopped my toughs and I stood up so quickly I saw stars. The social worker looked at me, giving me the papers to sign. I had been his father all the way, but now, his custody was mine too. My hand shook when I looked my signature knowing that it would change everything. The door opened and another social worker carried a small sleepy boy into the room. There was no doubt he was mine. Despite Y/N’s eyes he was a spitting image of me. He looked at me sleepy, sucking his thumb and keeping his teddy bear as close as possible. His eyes were teary but I couldn’t not notice how tiny he was. His bear was barely smaller than him. My heart started to race when I looked at him. Every doubt I had, left my mind. He was mine. He was my son. Suddenly nothing else mattered. “Hi James, I’m your daddy,” I whispered, getting down on his level when social worker put him down. He was hiding back of her legs before his eyes traveled to my shirt. “You like mickey mouse?” a small voice asked, filling the air. It took a second to realize it was my son. “Y-Yeah,” I answered shakily, remembering suddenly that I had mickey shirt on, “you like it too?” He nodded, putting his thumb in to his mouth again. Y/BF/N kneeled down next to me, looking at James smiling through her tears. “Remember when I told you that mommy became a star in the sky? Now she wanted that you had mom and dad, so your daddy is going to take you with him to live in his house, okay? I’ll visit you all the time, no need to worry. I’ll bring your toys and everything,” she said, looking at James, who was crying, “Be a big boy for mommy, okay?” He nodded his small head, giving her a hug before she gave him to me. “Daddy?” he asked when I adjusted him into my arms, never feeling as proud as that moment. That word changed everything I felt before. “Does your home have a window where I can say goodnight to mommy before I go to sleep?” My cheeks were burning, that’s how badly I was fighting against tears. “Yeah there is. Let’s go buddy. Let’s go home.”
Louis: Something inside me had broken when I found out I have a son. I sat on the living room couch, head on my hands, when mom was silent on the other side. The woman had given me her number, telling me I had to decide what to do with my son. MY son… “Mom,” I said quietly, still looking at my hands, “I can’t give him to foster home.” Everything inside me was a mess. I felt so guilty not finding out what happened to Y/N after I left her standing on our apartment. She had my baby for Christ’s sake! “I know,” mom said, looking at me, reassuring that I was doing the right thing, “He’s family, either you accept it or not, but he’s your son.” I was in shock, not knowing what to do. “Why?” I asked, not capable to say anything else,” He doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve me. I know Y/N was amazing mother and I… I have tours and everything…” My voice faded away but mom’s didn’t. “Louis Tomlinson,” She said loudly but calmly, “You are going to be excellent father. I’m here and I’ll help, but you don’t give up. If you do, you’re not the son I raised.” I sniffled, knowing that she was right. I was lucky. I had a son like I always wanted. “Mom, can we go to get my son home?” I asked, heart filling with something I’ve never experienced before. Mom smiled, nodding before getting her car keys. On the way getting him all I could think was him. What he’d need, what he’d bee like…Everything. “Mom can you please drive faster?” I pleaded looking out the window, eager to meet a boy I helped create. “Calm down, you need to wait 9 minutes not 9 months,” she laughed, but pressed the gas eagerly to meet her grandson. “Is it weird if..,” I started, but I couldn’t let myself say it. “What?” mom asked, looking at me eyes full with something I didn’t recognize. “Is it weird if I already love him?” I asked, looking down, a bit embarrassed. “No,” mom said and I could hear a smile on her voice, “He’s your son. I love him too.” She parked the car and we got out. The woman had said he’d be here. My heart started to race with every step. After nanny had guided us to a room full of play pens, pencils, colors and toys, I saw him. He was sitting in a neon green chair, pink Crayola on his hand. He was doodling something to the paper, smiling himself. “He has been here almost two months,” mom whispered to me after she had talked to a nanny. I swallowed my tears. Two months. My son had been without a family, two months. “He looks just like you,” mom said, tears rolling down her cheeks. I nodded, in awe, not able to say anything. The nanny said something to her, what made him lift his head and look at us. His mouth opened when he threw the Crayola away and started to run. I dropped to my knees, opening my arms when my son ran to my embrace. “Daddy!” he squealed with his five years old voice and buried his face to my neck, making me cry of happiness, “I knew you’d find me I knew it.” I smiled when my tears rolled to my face as well as his. It felt like I know him. Suddenly he was it. What else would I need? “I love you buddy, I’m sorry it took so long to find you”
Harry: I smiled sadly when nurse pinched my arm with a needle. It was for her. For my little girl. She had become my world in less than one second. It was hard to describe. I wanted to be mad and hurt to Y/N, but I couldn’t. Somewhere in this same hospital was a baby girl what was made by our love. Tears started to frame my eyes, but I smiled them away. Pain what Y/N’s loss had caused me was unbearable, but I was still happy. I had a daughter. She must have loved her unborn child so much. She wanted the best for her child. I wasn’t the choice she thought, but I was sure I could do it. I was sure… Suddenly the door burst open and my mom and all the lads came in. They looked concerned. I looked at Louis who was the only one who knew that I was at hospital, and he looked back at me with scared eyes. “What happened?” mom asked, coming next to me, eyeing the tube in my hand. “I have a daughter,” I said, biting my lip so I wouldn’t smile so widely. “You what?” Niall asked. Everyone stared at me. “I have a daughter,” I said, suddenly crashing down to tears. They weren’t for my baby. They were for Y/N. After explaining everyone sat in the room, quietly. Mom had stretched out, giving her blood too, looking at me silently. “I don’t know what to say,” she whispered, “I’m so happy and so sad at the same time.” I nodded, feeling exactly the same. I wanted Y/N to be here. I wanted her to see her baby. I wanted her. Why did I ever leave her? I could have protected her. I could have stopped this all…”Harry don’t,” Louis said quietly, knowing exactly what I was thinking, “Y/N doesn’t need you anymore. Your baby needs.” I nodded, tears slipping down my cheeks when I smiled again, “I’m a dad.” Other boys smiled, not really knowing should they be sad or happy. Shit, even I didn’t know. “Mr. Styles?” Nurse asked, peeking her head to the empty hospital room we had used. “Yeah,” I said, looking at her. “Do you want to see your daughter?” my heart started to flutter the minute she said those words. It felt like I had waited this moment forever. “More than anything,” I said, trying to dry my tears. I didn’t want my baby to see sadness in his father’s face when she’d look at me for the very first time. The nurse opened the door, revealing a pink bundle. I stood up, every muscle shaking. She laid her on my arms, that small tiny miracle. I couldn’t believe it. She was so beautiful. Small hands, my curls…everything about her screamed mine and Y/N’s name. She was absolutely perfect. “Hi,” I whispered, now joy tears rolling down my cheeks, “Hi baby girl, I’m your daddy. I’m gonna take care of you and love you so much you can’t even believe. You’re so beautiful. Just like your mom. Just like her…” She sniffed in my arms, looking at me with her wide eyes. She was my world. Shit, she was more than just my world. She was my universe. I had never loved anything so badly in my whole life. She was at my arms, looking at me, hand gripping the air around her. She was mine. I could feel it everywhere. I needed her as bad as she needed me. Boys were cooing to her around me, and I searched mom from the crowd. She cried silently, looking at me and my baby, but this time it was good cry. She loved her too. “What are you naming her?” Liam asked, whipping away a tear. I smiled, looking down to my very own miracle, “Aurora. Y/N always loved that name and it feels like the right choice. Aurora Y/N Anne Styles.” Aurora cooed on my arms waving her chubby arms in the air. I leaned down to breathe in her scent before I kissed her tiny forehead, “I love you Aurora Styles.Daddy loves you so much.”
Niall: I was in his car in a heartbeat. I had always wanted kids with Y/N. I had a daughter now. Some guys would have doubted or said no, but that wasn’t me. I had a daughter. “How old is she?” I asked, biting my nails like always when I was nervous. “She’s four,” he answered, “Just turned.” I let my heart sink. I missed four years of her life. Four years. “She knows who you are. Y/N even took her one of the concerts when she started to ask. She knows everything…They…They were like best friends. Yes they were mother and daughter and she was tiny, but Y/N never lied to her. She was her world,” Y/N’s brother’s voice cracked when he spoke. We were driving through a tunnel, letting flash of lights over us. “How did she..,” I asked, not able to finish without breaking to tears. “She fell. Ironic, huh? She was always so clumsy and we used to joke about it…She never saw Cassandra’s fourth birthday…Last month has been a nightmare. She’s been asking for her. And you sometimes. I don’t know what to say.” I stared outside hands sweating against my pants. Cassandra. I had a four years old daughter whose name was Cassandra. I couldn’t help the feeling what was growing inside me. I was sad, mad and extremely happy at the same time. A daughter wasn’t a thing you got every day. Yeah it was a surprise but the minute he blurted out I have a kid, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. We used to talk about kids with Y/N. I knew she wanted to name her first girl Cassandra and first boy Logan. We agreed. We had fun when we thought what our kids would be like. We had talked about Cassandra…She was real. Even when I lost Y/N I didn’t lose Cassandra… “You can tell her that her father is going to love her and take care of her and give her everything she needs,” I answered, letting tears slid down my red cheeks. Y/N’s brother smiled sadly, nodding before he stopped the car outside of his apartment. “Thank you Niall, for giving her a chance,” He said quietly, “I know this came out of nowhere and this is huge thing…” I smiled at him, nodding my head. It was huge thing but I knew I could do it. I could. This was what she had wanted. Me and Cassandra. Oh how I wished I’d have her too, but this was how it was going… “No, thank you, for telling me I have a daughter,” I said before we entered his flat. Young looking baby sitter left, staring at me at awe. I tried to hide my puffy face, but she’d probably got it in twitter already. Y/B/N opened his bedroom door, revealing a small girl who was sleeping in his bed. She had my brown hair, my face, nose…everything. But the first thing I noticed was Y/N’s mouth. That mouth I loved so… I sat next to her in the small bed, crying lightly before I kissed her forehead. I loved her. It sounded silly, but I loved her so fucking much. She wasn’t a bad surprise. She was the best I could ever get. She started to stir her eyes. They were just like mine. She stared at me for a second, before Y/N’s smile spread across her face with tears. “Don’t cry baby, I’m here. I got you. I’m here,” I mumbled when I took her into my lap, feeling her cuddling against me. “I always wished you’d come,” she whispered, kissing my shirt with her small mouth. She broke my heart, but at the same time she re-created it. “I’m sorry you had to wait princess, but now I’m here and I love you and I’m never letting you go.”
FDM #2: You Visit Him On Tour
Harry: (you’re 9): Your dad was always away on tour and this was the first time you would be flying by yourself to see him. Your mum brought you to the airport, and handed you off to a flight attendant, but not before kissing you goodbye. You flew the long journey to LA and your dad was at the gate waiting for you. You held the flight attendant’s hand as you walked off the plane and started looking for your dad. He spotted you immediately, “Y/N!! oh sweetheart” he says to you, running and picking you up into a hug. “I missed you so much Y/N” “Missed you too daddy!” he thanked the flight attendant and he took your hand. “Ready for a fun two weeks?” you nod excitedly. You arrived back at the hotel and took a nap. Harry came over and gently pulled the few loose hairs that covered your face, out of the way and kissed your forehead. “Y/N come on honey wake up, its time to go to the venue” he tried a few more times before realizing the jetlag had already gotten to you, so he picked you up and carried you down to the lobby and into the car. You woke up in the dressing room and your uncles were there to greet you. During the show, you sat with Lou and Lux. Harry waved to you a few times making you blush.
Liam: (you’re 5): Your dad Liam has been on tour for almost 2 months and you, your mum, and older brother Taylor were going to visit him whilst he was in Australia. Once you boarded the plane, the first class flight attendants gave you a coloring book with some crayons that kept you occupied for a large portion of the flight. You and your dad were very close, he would call you everyday on the special, secret phone he got you. It had only his number on it, and it made you feel grown up. When the plane landed Liam was there waiting at baggage claim to see his family. He had flowers for your mum. He kissed her as soon as he could, gave your brother a hug, and picked you up and held you tight. The next day, you and Liam were having breakfast in the lobby when he asked if you wanted to go to the zoo, you of course said yes and he stood up, held your hand, and walked to the rental car. “wait what about mummy and Taylor ” you question. “I thought we could have a daddy daughter day” he says smiling you nod, “daddy daughter day!!!” you began to laugh. He took you to see the dolphins and monkeys. You even got to pet a koala.
Zayn: (you’re a newborn) (told in your mum’s p.o.v.): I finally got situated with Y/N. We were flying to Spain to visit Zayn on tour. He left when she was only 3 weeks old. He misses her so much, and its so hard because he really wants more than anything to be at home with his family. After the long flight with the baby, I was in Zayn’s arms and he was holding Y/N for the first time in 4 months. He had tears brimming in the outer corners of his eyes. “She’s so beautiful Y/M/N” “She has your eyes Z” he smiled knowing I was right. I was really tired and once we got to the hotel I took a nap. When I woke up, I see Zayn texted me, “Hey sweetheart, me and Y/N went to the pool, come down when you wake up!” I quickly got a suit on and headed down to the pool. As soon as I walked out I saw Zayn in the kiddie pool with Y/N smiling and laughing at the cute little things she was doing. “Y/N I love you so much, you are my little princess” I overhear Zayn say, making your heart melt.
Louis: (you’re 13): You were used to being able to see your dad for a few days at a time. However, school was just finished for the summer and your dad was in Brazil for a South American tour. You checked your bags and gave your mum a hug and headed through security. You were so familiar with the airports and everything you didn’t need anybody with you anymore. You arrived in Rio De Janeiro after a long flight. You arrived at 1 am and knew that your dad had a show the following day so to look for Paul, whom you found quickly due to the few people in the airport. He greeted you with a hug, helped get your luggage and safely to the hotel. He gave you a key to the room your dad was in and helped get your bags and everything you brought in the room. You saw your dad had fallen asleep on the couch with the T.V. on. “Dad?” you whisper into his ear. “Wah what?” he says shocked, “oh Y/N I’m sorry I fell asleep! I tried to stay awake” “hi dad, and nah its fine you have a show tomorrow” he nodded and stood up, hugging you, kissing the top of your head. “hey the show tomorrow isnt until late and we don’t have to be at the venue till 4pm, so do you wanna go shopping?” those were the magic words for you, your eyes lit up and Louis just laughed, “I will take that as a yes then!” He showed you your room in the suite and you went to bed, waking up and going to see all of the boutiques and shops rio had to offer.
Niall (you’re 17): “dad! when does this plane fricken land?!” you yell from the back of the plane, hoping your dad, Niall would hear you. He was just starting a world tour, and you were going with for the first four months, all of America. He walks back to you, “only two more hours Y/N” Even though you had been flying to LA since you were born it always felt like an eternity. “so I have been really busy with tour rehearsals, but how have you been, I saw your exam results, they looked really good Y/N” “Thanks dad, they were hard I was revising for a solid month straight” “I know we barely saw each other, but have you given any thought about what you want to study at university or where you want to go?” “well I would like to go to Harvard and study pre-law” “really? thats great!” “yeah it’s really competitive though” “Y/N you have very high grades, perfect actually, if you continue next year the same as this one, you should be fine, but I want you to know that no matter what you decide, me and your mum will always support you and stand behind you” “thanks dad” “I love you Y/N, you’re my favorite child” “dad, I’m your only child, but i love you too” you say laughing.