“Mumma,” Darcy’s tiny voice came from beside you causing your eyes to flutter open. She grinned, her green eyes brightening as you faced her.
“Good morning, pumpkin,” you rubbed at your eyes and sat up a bit, your hand falling to the new swell growing beneath Harry’s shirt.
“Hi, Mumma,” she sat up on her knees, her arms wrapping around your neck. You sighed contently, your arms wrapping around her torso and pulling her to your lap.
“Hi, baby,” you pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, pressing her head to your chest as she kept her grip around you. “I’m hungry, Mumma.”
“You are, huh? That’s not good. Let’s get all cleaned up and get some food in your tummy,” you smiled, reaching down and tickling her belly softly. She giggled, squirming in your arms before climbing off of your lap. “Where’d your silly daddy go?”
“I go find him, Mumma!” She shimmied off of the bed and you watched her tiny legs run out of the bedroom, causing you to laugh before climbing out and heading to the bathroom.
“Daddy!” Her high-pitched voice made him turn around before she crashed into his legs, wrapping her arms around them as she giggled. He playfully grunted before leaning down and scooping her into his arms. His lips quickly peppered her face with kisses, her giggles escaping her lips as she tried to push him away.
“Oh no you don’t! I’m getting all the kisses I want this morning!” He continued his assault, his own laugh filling the kitchen along with hers.
You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you leaned against the entry of the kitchen, your arms crossing over your chest as you took in the scene in front of you. You loved mornings like this; his laughter and her giggling flowing through the house along with the smell of breakfast in the making.
“Look who decided to join us,” he grinned, his eyes falling to you in his shirt stopping mid-thigh. You laughed, sauntering in and leaning your elbows on the kitchen island.
“Good morning to you too,” you watched as he set Darcy down in her booster seat before making his way to you, his arms wrapping around your waist.
“Good morning,” he lips met yours in a gentle kiss, pecking them once more before pulling away. “How do you feel?” His hand fell between the two of you, giving your swell a soft rub.
“No morning sickness, so far so good,” you smiled, pushing his messy hair off of his forehead. “Did you make us breakfast?”
“Mhm,” he pulled the seat out and pushed it back in once you sat, dropping a kiss to the top of your head.
“Mm, did daddy make you some pancakes?” You looked over at Darcy beside you, her hands quickly clapping as she grinned.
“Pancakes!” She squealed, looking up at Harry as he placed the plate of pancakes on the table. You couldn’t help but laugh, cutting one up into small pieces for her as he took his seat beside you.
“What’re the plans today?” He shoved a forkful of pancakes into his mouth as he leaned back, his arm sliding over your shoulder.
“I was thinking I could take Darcy down to the nail salon with me. El and Perrie haven’t seen her in a while and they’ve been nagging me to bring her along,” you turned to him, catching a crumb from the corner of his mouth.
“That sounds like fun,” he directed his attention towards Darcy. “Does that sound nice, baby? Are you going to get your nails all pretty with Mumma?”
“Yeah!” She giggled, picking up another piece of her pancakes and taking a chunk out of it.
“Sounds like a plan, sunshine,” you pressed a kiss to the top of her head before eating your own breakfast.
“Do you want me to drive you?” He was applying sunscreen to Darcy’s skin, the weather outside beginning to feel more and more like summer.
“Nope,” you smiled as you buttoned your jeans with your belly in the way. “I’m just going to need the keys.” He laughed, rolling his eyes as he helped Darcy into her sneakers.
“You’re not taking your car? You sure you want to drive my manly car?”
You laughed at his teasing voice, playfully hitting his arm as you slipped your own sneakers on. “You have Darcy’s seat in your car and I don’t have the strength to move it to mine so yes, I’m going to drive your ‘manly’ car,” you emphasized the word manly when you spoke, putting air quotes around it. He grinned, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you to him.
“We’re going to have to buy a second car seat soon,” he breathed out, his eyes falling to the swell between the two of you.
“Yeah,” you smiled, leaning up on your toes to kiss him softly. “Don’t miss us too much.”
He laughed before pouting his lips dramatically, leaning down to bury his face in your neck. “I hate when you two leave me alone.”
“You could always get your nails done with us,” you smirked and he squeezed your bum, earning a squeal from you.
“Daddy! No!” Darcy put her hands on her hips, looking up at her father with a scowl. He laughed, stepping back and holding his hands up in surrender.
“No more, I promise,” he bent down to her height and opened his arms. “Kisses for daddy before you leave me?”
She quickly fell into his arms, her tiny arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed her lips to his.
“Keep an eye out for Mumma and the baby, yeah?” He pushed her dark hair behind her ear and fixed her dress, pressing a kiss to her nose.
“Okay, Daddy. Come, Mumma,” she quickly latched on to your hand, making her way towards the front door with you. He couldn’t help but laugh at her eagerness.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” you laughed, grabbing the keys off the table in the foyer and heading out the door with him behind. He settled her into her car seat, buckling her in tightly and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
“I love you, Darce.”
“Love you, daddy!” She smiled up at him, leaning back in her seat and relaxing as the music began to play through the speakers. He came around to the driver’s seat and leaned down to press a kiss to your belly before kissing your lips.
“Call me if you need anything.”
“I will,” you buckled yourself in and pecked his lips once more. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
“Daddy songs, Mumma!” She whined from behind you, watching the city go by through the window.
“You want to listen to your daddy, huh,” you couldn’t help but laugh, your fingers switching over your phone to play the boys’ album before it blasted through the car.
“Yay!” She clapped her hands, singing incoherently along as she bobbed her head from side to side.
Glancing back at her in the rearview mirror, you couldn’t help but smile at her love for Harry.
“Hi, Darcy! Oh my goodness, look at you getting your nails done!” El peeked over her seat and grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Look how pretty!”
She blushed, looking over at you as she did. You smiled, nodding in agreement. “Pink is so so pretty on you, baby.”
“Let me see your nails, Mumma!” She leaned over in her seat to look at you and you held your hand toward her, her smile widening.
“That’s pretty, Mumma!”
“Thank you, my love,” you smiled. “You have to sit still for just a few more minutes so the nice lady can finish your nails, okay?”
She nodded, sitting up in her seat again and focusing on her nails being done, her eyes following the brush as it did its work.
“She’s so cute,” Perrie giggled, her hands under the dryer. “I can’t wait to have a little girl I can bring to these kinds of things and drain out Zayn’s wallet.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, nodding in agreement. “Oh, she’s already got a head start. Harry’s been spoiling her before she was even born,” you rolled your eyes as you looked back at her. “Isn’t that right, baby? Doesn’t daddy like to spend so much money on you?”
She nodded casually, shrugging her shoulders. “Daddy buys me lots of ice cream and shoes that match his,” she looked down at her fairly new white converse, a pair Harry had bought when he bought his own. You, Eleanor, and Perrie laughed in response, continuing to talk amongst yourselves as you began to finish up.
“Are you ready to go home and show Daddy your pretty nails?” You leaned down to tie her sneaker, grunting as you pulled yourself up beside her. She nodded, clasping her small hand into yours as she stood beside you.
“How’re you feeling?” Perrie gave your belly a soft rub, a smile on her face. You shrugged, pushing the door open as you all stepped onto the curb.
“Not too bad. I’m hoping it’s not as bad as Darcy’s pregnancy,” you sighed, beginning to walk down the sidewalk with them.
“I’m sure it won’t be too bad. They say the second time is always easier,” El walked beside Darcy and looked over at you, a smile on her face.
“I sure hope so,” you laughed before looking up to be met with flashes coming into view.
“Mumma,” Darcy grasped on to your hand tighter, pressing herself into your side.
“Don’t be scared, my love. Mumma’s right here,” you began to quicken your pace towards the car before you heard squeals.
Before you knew it, you had to trudge yourself through the crowd, your hand holding tightly to Darcy. The screaming had gotten louder, the crowd getting bigger, and the pounding in your chest harder.
“Darcy!” Her hand had slipped from yours and she was on the ground when you turned to find her, a heart-wrenching scream coming from her followed by her sobs.
“Oh my God, baby!” You knelt down beside her, her arm cradled to her chest as she cried loudly. “Someone call an ambulance!”
“Get back! What the hell is wrong with you?!” Eleanor was pushing the crowd back as Perrie was on the phone trying to get an ambulance on its way.
“You’re okay, my love. Where does it hurt? Tell me,” you felt your eyes sting as she continued to cry, her arm still cradled to her chest in an awkward position. You pushed her hair from her face to be met by the sticky red liquid forming on her forehead.
“My head, Mumma! My hand!” She sobbed into your chest, her painful cries growing louder before the sirens came from down the road.
“Let me see, princess,” you reached down to touch her arm before she screamed, shaking her head as she continued to cry. “Okay, okay. You’re okay, baby. You’re going to be just fine, it’s just a little ouchie.”
You tried your best to sound as calm as possible, but you felt sick at the thought of her having anything more but cuts and bruises. “I’m right here, okay? Mumma’s right here.”
“Broken?” Your hands came up to your mouth as the doctor pointed to the x-ray, nodding his head.
“It’s very small, but she’s going to need a cast and it’ll take about 4 weeks to heal. Until then, I’m going to ask you to keep her home from school because I know how much they like to run around at this age. We don’t want anything happening again so that’s one thing and I’m going to put her on some medication. As for the cut on her forehead, she only needed about two stitches.”
At the point, you couldn’t help but start to cry into your hands. How could you let this happen? How could you let your baby girl get hurt?
“It’s nothing too serious. She’ll be just fine and she’s going to come back in a few minutes. They’re cleaning her up,” he smiled softly. “However, she keeps asking for ‘daddy’.”
“O-Of course,” you sniffled, wiping at your face. “He’s already on his way. Thank you so much, doctor.”
“No problem at all,” he smiled. “How’re you feeling?”
“I’m fine. Few cuts on my knees but other than that I’m okay. I was so worried about her,” you sniffled and let out a breath.
“We’re all glad nothing worse happened. She’ll be here soon so I’ll go get her discharge papers ready.”
When he heard your sobbing on the other end, his heart sank in his chest. “E-Emergency room?”
“She’s screaming, Harry,” you continued to cry. “She’s so scared, she has no idea what’s going on. It happened so fast,” you coughed, choking on your tears.
He heard a honk outside and peered out the living room window, grabbing his wallet from the kitchen island. Perrie was sitting in the Rover in the driveway, her eyes filled with fear as he scrambled out of the house as she climbed out.
“I’m coming, baby. I’m coming,” he breathed out, climbing into the driver’s seat as Perrie took the passenger seat. “I’ll be there soon, I love you.”
“Is she okay?” Perrie looked over at him, her eyes wide as he sped off towards the hospital.
“I…I don’t know. What the hell happened?!”
“We were leaving the salon and there was such a huge crowd. She fell,” she sighed. “And that was it until they got in the ambulance.”
He swore he could feel his heart ache in his chest at the thought of his baby girl in pain. He gripped the steering wheel tight, his knuckles turning white as he swerved in and out of traffic.
“Darcy Styles?!” He was frantic as he approached the nurse’s desk, his hands shaking.
“First station to your left,” she was barely done talking by the time he dashed down the hall, Perrie on his tail. When he saw her cuddled into your side with tears running down her cheeks and your arms around her tight.
“Oh, Darce,” he made his way in and she immediately reached for him.
“Daddy,” she sniffled as he sat on the bed and pulled her to his chest. She buried her face into his neck as she clutched on to his shirt.
“I’m right here, sunshine. Daddy’s right here,” he pressed a kiss into her hair, his eyes closing for a moment. “Let me see, show Daddy where it hurts.”
She pulled back from him, pointing to her bright pink cast on her arm before looking back up at him.
“Your arm? Is that all that hurts, baby?” He took notice of the gauze on her forehead as she nodded, his lips pouting as he pressed a kiss to the top of her cast. “Better?”
“Yes,” she lisped and her head fell back against his chest as he held her to him. You sat in the chair beside the bed with your face in your hands, sniffles the only sound coming from you.
“Baby,” he whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling your hands from your face. “Hey, hey, look at me.”
You shook your head, wiping your face with the back of your hand as you looked up at him. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. There was just so many people and so many cameras,” you felt the tears pool in your eyes again.
He felt his heart sink and he pulled you from the chair and onto the bed beside him, his arm draping around you.
“Hey, stop blaming yourself. You didn’t do anything wrong, it was them. And I’ll handle them, trust me. I’ll do whatever I have to do to make sure nothing like this happens again,” he grabbed your chin between his index finger and thumb. “I’m so glad you guys are okay,” his hand fell to your bump. “That’s all I care about.”
You leaned into him, pressing your head to his shoulder as he pressed a kiss to your temple. You looked over at Darcy, who was now admiring her pink cast and let out a sigh.
“Daddy, look,” her voice made him turn his attention to her. “It matches my nails!”
He couldn’t help but laugh, nodding as he held her small hand in his. “It does! It’s pretty, huh? Just like the girl who has it on,” he smiled and leaned down to pepper her face with kisses as she erupted in fits of giggles. You couldn’t help but smile, watching as her eyes brightened around her father’s presence.
“The boys are on their way,” Perrie peaked into the small room, a smile on her face as she heard Darcy giggle.
“Hear that, Darce? Your uncles are coming to see you,” you smiled and ran your hand up and down her knee.
“Uncle Niall is coming?” She grinned, sitting up in Harry’s lap as he held her to him. He couldn’t help but laugh as he rolled his eyes, never surprised by her affection for the Irishman.
“He is and I’m sure he’s bringing you tons of sweets too,” you laughed. She sighed contently and you watched as she relaxed back into Harry.
“I’m going to handle it, baby. Stop thinking so hard,” he whispered into your ear as Darcy doze off in his arms. “I’ll even hire an entire security team for you,” his fingers tucked your loose strands of hair behind your ear.
“Trust me, I’m not going to need that. I don’t plan on going out for a while and the doctor wants her to get as much rest as she can,” you leaned into him, letting your eyes close for a moment.
“Whatever you want, my love. I’d do whatever to make you both safe and happy, you know that.”
“I know,” you looked up at him. “I love you.”
“I love you too, missus.”
And it was true. He’d go to the end of the world and back to make sure nothing interfered with the safety of his family, absolutely nothing because in his daughter’s eyes, he was her superhero.
He could make anything better.
There you have it, lovelies. Thank you to the anon who requested this, I hope you as well as everyone else enjoys! Drop by my ask for some feedback or anything else on your mind. Love you, darlings.
You text him something dirty and he has to read it in an Interview...
Sorry about that long wait! This was requested by anon! :) (Ps..I don’t usually do dirty preferences so I’m not going to go too much into detail..)
Harry: Your phone had gone off that morning..and when you checked it, it was none other then the cheeky boy Harry sending you naughty texts. He was currently in the studio’s bathroom on break…feeling, rather lustful. So you just insisted on sending him a picture back. “So, Harry, how is your relationship going?” The interviewer had asked. “Very, very good.” He nodded. “How do you guys communicate while your on tour?” By this time, you had turned the tv on to this special interview, to see your boyfriend speaking about you. “We text. Yeah, we text.” “Oh, they text alright! It gets pretty naughty!” Louis snorts. The interviewer had a skeptical look on his face as the words left his mouth. You nearly choked on the water you had been drinking and prayed Harry wouldn’t give anything away. “What was your latest text?” You groaned. “Today, actually, she told me she wanted me in her bed.” The rest of the boys snickered behind him and you had made sure to give Harry the silent treatment that night.
Liam: Liam Payne was not the innocent boy everyone branded him as. He had a bad side to him. For instance, just a quick look through your phone would prove that. And now, you were watching in horror as all the boys shared their horribly dirty texts with the interviewer on your television. “And Liam, do you and your girlfriend exchange any of those texts?” Liam squirmed a bit in his chair, “Depends?” He gulped. Liam apparently wasn’t the smartest boy either. “Care to share?” The woman laughed. “Of course, he would love to share!” Louis chuckled and grabbed his friend’s iphone, already flying through some of your shared texts, as Liam turned a bright shade of red. “Oh! Here’s one. She said, ‘You look nice in that tux babe, but it would look even better on the floor’!” You hid your face in your palms as the audience erupted in booming laughter. Maybe that put a stop to all the dirty texting..
Niall: “Oh yes, she’s um..good. Yeah.” Niall said awkwardly. “I see. Does she ever..you know, get into that 'mood’ when you’re not around?” The man had asked without stopping himself. “I guess. Sometimes.” Niall shrugged. “And what does she do about it, Niall?” Harry pushed. “She calls me up.” The boys laughed as an embarrassed and ashamed Niall averted his gaze. “What does she say, Nialler?” Niall said nothing, so the boys decided to go on with a story Niall had explained in the past. “One time, Niall said that she texted him that he tasted better than Nando’s.” Zayn shamelessly shared. Oh god.
Ok, I can’t come up with anything else, sorry about that. :/ Yea, this wasn’t all that comfortable..heh.
Sex with Zayn is rough, he will always make sure to show his dominate side.He would love to tease you just to hear you beg, nothing turns him on more than you begging for his attention or you moaning his name. he would use all his power and strength to pound so hard,fast and deep as possible inside of you.
He wouldn’t stop until he will make you scream, until his back is full of scratches and everybody knows his name. he would possible be quite and moan every now and then maybe a “who is making you feel this good” or “tell me how good this makes you feel” just to hear you scream his name out knowing he’s doing a good job.
Even though he’s rough he’s always a gentlemen and won’t hurt you, he also would always put your orgasm first and please you as much as he can.
As you both finish he would slowly pull out and roll next to you lazily putting a arm around you and pulling you into his chest , wanting you as close as possible. he would tell you how much you mean to him and how much he loves you. probably giving you a lazy kiss or just kiss your forehead. he will study your tired body and watch you until you fall asleep peacefully. He would smile to himself knowing he got the world in his arms and close his eyes falling asleep fast with a smile on his face because there is no way in hell he’s losing you
You’re Age 15:I turned the volume up on the football game and propped my feet up against the small table in front of me, rubbing my eyes and yawning. It had definitely been a long day. (Y/N) had been moody and unpredictable all day; even Harry couldn’t get her to calm down. After we had gotten home from the studio, she stormed into her bedroom and locked the door. Normally, I had no problem having to raise my little sister since our parents had passed away. But I didn’t enjoy when she was a moody teenage girl. As the game turned to commercial’s, I heard her door creak open and I watched as she walked into the living room, “Niall?” “Yeah?” I asked hesitantly, I wasn’t in the mood for another fight. “I’m…I’m sorry,” she said in a cracked voice. “S’allright,” I said, opening my arms and making her come and sit on my lap. “Do you want to at least explain why you were so upset today?” She uncomfortably looked to the side so I tilted her chin to face me and noticed the tears in her eyes. “I dunno, I guess I just missed mummy today.” Immediately feeling like an idiot, I nodded and pushed her head into my chest as tears started pouring from her eyes. “I miss her too, but we’ve still got each other. Just promise me next time you’ll tell me? So I’m not so mean…” I said gently, rubbing her back.
You’re Age 4: As the scene in the movie grew quiet, I heard a sniffle from somewhere behind me. Spinning around, I saw (Y/N) standing behind the couch with her blanket and rubbing her eyes. “(Y/N), it’s way past your bedtime missy. What’s going on?” I held open my arms and she stumbled forward, climbing up onto my lap. “I miss mummy!” she cried, putting her head pathetically against my chest. I tried not to laugh and rubbed her back, “But (Y/N), she’ll be home by the time you wake up!” She shook her head and gripped my t-shirt in her tiny fists, “Doesn’t matter!”Cooing, I pushed her firmly into my body and rocked back and forth, “What if I sing you to sleep?” She made a noncommittal noise that I took as a yes, so I readjusted her body on mine and cleared my throat. I didn’t know what else to sing, so I started to sing Little Things. She smiled and closed her eyes, the tears slowing down until she eventually passed out.
Zayn: You’re Age 16: Our dad left the room noisily, shouting over his shoulder, “I’m off to bed, night guys!” I shouted night back but (Y/N) only mumbled it before standing up and going into her bedroom. Feeling that something was wrong, I yawned and stood up, following her. Propping open her door, I saw she was sitting with her back against the bed, looking out the window. Quietly shutting her door, I moved next to her and sat down, looking to the side to see her face. She didn’t acknowledge I had walked in and stayed silent. “What’s wrong kiddo?” I asked softly, fingering a strand of her hair. “I just miss mum I suppose,” she said listlessly, staring at the rain falling down. Making a knowing noise, I felt my heart break a little; I think I would’ve felt better if she was breaking down, but just watching her stare out the window like she didn’t want to exist anymore, that was rough. I put an arm around her and kissed the top of her head, “I miss her too, but we’re going to get through this. Okay?” She didn’t make any gesture that showed she heard me but I knew she did. I pulled her closer against my chest and sang until she fell asleep, her head on my lap.
Louis: You’re Age 12: I peeked around the door into her hotel room and was dismayed to see her hunched over, her face buried in her arms. She’d decided to come on tour with me for a month out of her summer holiday when I had offered it and I couldn’t be happier. But it was week two and I could tell she was missing our mum. I moved into the room slowly, “(Y/N)?” “Go away Louis,” she said weakly, turning to face the wall. I crawled onto the bed next to her and put my arms around her, pulling her back into me. “Being mean to me isn’t really going to help,” I pointed out. She made a noise I couldn’t really distinguish but didn’t look at me. I pulled out my mobile and opened my mum’s contact, “Why don’t we call mum and talk to her for a bit, yeah?” She nodded and took the phone from my hand. Before calling, she leaned over and kissed my cheek, “Sorry.” “Hey, don’t be sorry, I miss her too,” I smiled, helping her sit in between my legs as we leaned into the pillows and called.
Liam: You’re Age 10: She came over to me and gestured for me to lean down. As I did, she whispered into my ear, “I miss mum Liam.” Straightening back up, I looked at her sadly and then looked at the rest of the boys before muttering, “I miss her too.” “You two all right?” Niall called over. We both nodded and I lifted her up onto my hip, “Listen guys, I think we’re gonna head home early. Tell management (Y/N) was feeling a little sick.” They all looked at us like they knew what was going on and nodded slowly. Back at our flat, I carried her over to the couch before turning on the TV and getting some food, “How about we just sleep here tonight, together?” She nodded softly and leaned against me, nuzzling her face up under my arm. Pulling her tightly against me, I tried to keep my composure and kissed the top of her head, “I’m glad I still have you.” “I love you Liam.” “I love you too baby.”
Saving your country was your father’s only concern even if that meant marrying off his only daughter. You believed in marrying for love. You had heard of King Liam; he was the youngest king you had even heard of at the age of twenty-three. Losing his father in war and his mother at to illness set him up to rule a very successful kingdom, Crasera, at a young age.
“Y/N, you know this is for the greater good of our country,” your father told you as you rode to Crasera. “Our country Breaven will prosper because of you.”
“It’s not like I have a say in the matter,” you mumbled, crossing your arms.
“As a princess and soon to be queen, you have a responsibility to your kingdom.”
“But I wanna love the one I marry.”
“Our people won’t survive unless you do this,” your father reminded you
You nodded. This was your duty to your people. You finally arrived in Crasera. The roads were cleared for your arrival; the people stood aside. You heard people cheering and clapping. If only they knew your reason for coming.
You and your father rode all the way to the castle. It was grander than what yours was back at home.
“Welcome Princess Y/N and King Y/F/N of Breaven,” a guard of the castle greeted helping you both down from the carriage. “King Liam is waiting for your arrival.”
You slightly smiled walking into the castle with the guard and your father. You admired the palace before you. White marble laid on the floor with pillars aliened with gold and silver. You saw the throne in the distance, one for Liam and one for his queen or you.
“The King will meet you in the dining hall for dinner,” the guard announced before opening the door to the grand hall. It seemed much for only three people eating.
“King Liam,” your father greeted, shaking his hand. “Its a pleasure.”
“And the same to you, and to you, princess,” he smiled, grabbing your soft hand and kissing the top.
“Its a honor, King Liam,” you bowed.
He shook his head, “No need to bow, m’lady, but please sit,” he said offering you a sit.
You and your father took a seat for dinner. Liam began small talk with your father, mostly discussing what the deal at hand. That’s what you felt like: a deal; a job. You were being discussed over dinner like a plan.
“And Y/N, you would be staying with me until otherwise if that’s okay with you,” Liam told you.
“I would prefer to sleep in my own bed until our marriage is finalized,” you demanded. “I refuse to sleep in a bed with a man I’m not wed to.”
He nodded in agreement, “I will have that arranged for you then,” he said before notifying a maid, “and King Y/F/N, it was great meeting you,” Liam said standing up to shake his again at the end of the dinner.
“Thank you for this Liam,” your father said. “Y/N, take care,” he said before embracing you into a final hug.
“Good-bye father,” you mumbled. He kissed your temple before ending on his way.
“Your room should be nearly prepared by now; I’ll walk you,” Liam volunteered.
You nodded before he led the way through the castle. He walked with much poise and grace. You walked behind him and admired his features. His looks were beyond unreal.
“And this is your room for awhile,” he said opening the double doors. “If you need anything, I’m in the next room down a bit.”
“Thank you,” you smiled.
“Goodnight, beautiful,” he said before kissing your cheek. You blushed before entering your room.
The next morning, you were awake before dawn. You decided to explore the place you knew would be your new home. You walked through the halls looking at the art work on the walls. King portraits lined the wall beginning from Liam’s great-great grandfather. You looked down all the way to Liam’s portrait. It was freshly done considering he has only been empower for two months.
“It wasn’t a choice,” Liam said behind you, startling you, “it’s tradition.”
“I can tell by your stare off into the distance,” you giggled.
“Uh yeah imagine just hours of sitting like that.” You both chuckled. “You know, I can give you a proper tour if you want.”
“Lead the way,” you smiled.
He showed you around the castle from the courtyard to the ballroom. For every room, he had a story about his family. According to him, there was always something to remember.
“My father was a great man,” Liam mentioned as the tour finished after you left the library. “If I can be half the leader he was, this country will prosper.”
“My father always said, ‘a son is an extension of his father.’” you told him. “I think you’ll be a great ruler.”
He slightly smiled, looking at his shoes as he walked, “You want to marry for love, don’t you Y/N.” You didn’t say anything. “When we were in the library, you were drawn to the romance section; I just assumed.”
“I’m here on the behalf of Breaven.”
“Princess, you don’t have to marry me if that’s not what your heart desires,” he told you as you reached your room. “I can promise you full protection and help for your country if this is not what you want.”
You looked you up and down; he was serious.
“Liam, you’ll make a great king because your humble and down to earth and genuine,” you told him. “but let me think about it.”
He nodded, “I’ll leave you to get ready for the day.”
“Thank you,” you smiled before closing the door on him.
I wish I knew why I came up with this. Actually, I quite like it.
First feeding on his first full day home, you unhooked the strap of your black fabric bra to reveal your nipple to your newborn boy, scrunching up your nose under your sleepy eyes as he latched on quickly. The nurses had warned you that not every baby took their mother’s easily, but Donagh took your breasts pretty much as instantly as Niall had when you two first met, nearly five years ago now. The little boy didn’t have any teeth to speak of, but his gum acted like leeches on your sensitive body. Sitting in the rocking chair that had been presented to you and Niall as a present from his mother, you smiled down at your hungry baby in your arms and watched carefully. Everything was so new to you and you worried if your hands weren’t position properly that the whole room would cave in on your son.
“I’m jealous.” From the open door, you spotted Niall, putting his phone down as he had snapped a candid photo of his little family. He started into the nursery, looking around at the job well done he and his friends had done with painting the room and setting up the baby furniture, putting his phone back into the pockets of his pants and then resting his hand on the crib in order to comfortable watch the feeding.
“What?” Laughing lightly, you looked at him as if he was crazy. Niall was no longer fazed by expressions like that. You were always raising your eyebrows at him and tilting your neck to the side when he said something that you lovingly referred to as a “Niallism”.
“You get to bond with him like that, I can’t. What am I going to do with these?” He poked one of his nipples with an Index finger and shrugged. He knew what he was saying might have sounded weird, but the envy growing in him was real. “You can feed and nurture him naturally. I can’t do that. I just am his human spit-up rag.” Donagh had only been home for 24 hours and Niall had already tossed two shirts in the wash and three towels, as well as had to scratch dried up bits of regurgitated milk off his bare chest.
“You’re more than that.” Nodding, you assured him, but Niall didn’t really believe you. He thought you were superwoman before and now your powers were growing. He was a mere mortal. As you spoke, he walked away from the crib to the changing station, folding a hand towel over his shoulder in preparation. You didn’t even have to ask, Niall loved it. He was in complete bliss with his first child. “You know very well that there is a lot you two will be able to do that I won’t.” It was sort of within you to be whatever Donagh needed you to be, but you knew that moments would arise in your son’s life that Niall would be better suited for like anything penis-related or football orientated (though you thought you could help with that, too).
You felt fortunate that you were able to breastfeed, but you wondered if you should pump just so Niall could feel included. You had read pros and cons to both after all, but you had to admit, as painful as it could feel, it was nice to have the connection with your baby boy. Leaning down, you kissed the top of his basically bald head and sat up to see Niall closing in and looking for a kiss himself which you happily put to his dry lips…though you were confident your breath was a bit rank.
“I can burp him, you know…” You didn’t want Niall to feel he had to do the messy task though you really did appreciate it.
“Nah, go get some sleep.” Nodding, he assured you. You both had been up all night, but Niall was confident he was ahead of you when it came to sleep hours booked. Besides, he had already had a big cup of joe and he wanted some private hang time with his boy.
“Do you know how lucky you are, buddy?” Very seriously, Louis asked his baby boy that he was holding above his head, their blue eyes matching one another with bewilderment shining through. “Do ya?” Louis brought his four month old back down and rested his wobbly feet on his knees since he was sitting comfortably on the main room couch. “You stole Mommy’s boobs from Daddy and you get to kiss them whenever you want.” Playfully, he squinted a glare at Luke who just tried to giggle in return. Maybe, he knew he had it made.
“Can you not tell him things like that?” From the kitchen, where you were cleaning up the dinner mess, you called out. Louis could swear that he heard you shaking your head at him.
“When are you planning to give them back to me, bud, huh?” Louis knew you weren’t going breastfeed Luke until his thirteenth birthday or anything, but he was seriously going through withdrawal when it came to your chest. The post-baby sex had been pretty delicious considering he didn’t know what was in store, but you smacked his hand away or flinched whenever he came in contact with the two girls that he used to hold onto like a boat buoy. He couldn’t kiss them anymore because Luke’s juice would leak out and poison his mouth. As a father, he was glad that his son was getting proper nutrition, but as a horn dog, he needed some boobs in his hands stat. “Help a daddy out.” Tilting his head onto his shoulder, he gave his son a pout, earning himself another spectacular giggle. If he couldn’t have boobs, he would gladly take a happy baby boy.
Cara Malik was born, seven pounds, seven ounces, at seven fourteen in the morning with a head of brown hair that could make Disney Princesses weep from their knees. She was already an angel in yours and Zayn’s eyes. You sat up in the hospital bed and kept the nurse’s advice on repeat in your mind as you tried to feed your newborn daughter for the first time, bringing her up gently to your breast and very slowly bringing the nipple to her. There was no force, the nurse assured you that she would take to it on her own, and it took a few minutes of trying, but eventually, Cara was attached. The sensation felt strange and you suddenly felt sorry for every cow that you had ever passed on the road, but you turned to your side to see Zayn sitting in the chair he had pulled up to the hospital bed, watching with wet eyes and running his hand down his face, rubbing his chin at the end. It had been a very emotional day already and the sun was just rising.
“What’s up?” You asked, assuming that he was still just in awe of the life that had filled the room without a door opening. It couldn’t have been your breastfeeding since you had been told that men all had different reactions to that, some of which were less than manly.
“I just think this is really beautiful…” He admitted under a rough throat before wiping at the red color swelling under his dark eyes. “Mother…child….” He was stared to get embarrassed so he tried sitting up straight and looking away at the view he was so honestly enjoying. “Don’t look at me.” He politely instructed you, lifting up his arm and wiping his face on the black sleeve of his jumper.
To be honest, any negative attention you received since being with Harry had never crawled that deeply underneath your skin. You knew the reality of every situation and there was a confidence that kept you unharmed from any cruel remark or snide comment. However, when you were blasted all over the internet on different websites and social media forums for breastfeeding in public, you cried. It was the meanest attack yet and you felt like you had done something wrong as a mother somehow. It could have also been how loaded up on hormones you were since giving birth to Skye.
Yesterday, you and Harry had decided to take Skye on her first big outing that wasn’t to a relative’s home, choosing Hyde Park since it was close enough and you had been fantasizing about strolling through their with your family since long before Harry even proposed and Skye wasn’t even a gleam in his eyes. Harry pushed the baby stroller along the pathway, greeting far away fans with waves while you walked beside. When Skye had begun to fuss, neither of you thought anything of it, you sat a nearby bench around the full duck pond and you covered yourself and Skye with a blanket and went to it.
Only four hours later was it making headlines on entertainment news websites and even given a five minute segment on a popular celebrity news show. It was mortifying and while some people, mostly women and a few men, spoke out that the backlash was ridiculous, most people just acted like you were gross due to your natural ability to nourish your child.
Harry was level headed. He almost never lashed out at anyone, but he had grown more protective than before since becoming a father. He fancied himself the family shield and he refused to stand idly by while you were being ridiculed for something no one needed to be ashamed about.
He wasn’t about to schedule an international interview to discuss breastfeeding or anything pertaining to your mammary glands, but he wanted a soapbox so he took a page out of some of his bandmates’ book and took to Twitter.
If you’re grossed out by breastfeeding, you need to talk to your own mom. Back off my daughter’s.
It was simple and to the point. He hoped that it would be effective, but he assured you constantly that there was nothing wrong with publically feeding Skye and that he would always support that. It seemed natural to him, but he wasn’t surprised by the media shitstorm. Since he was about nineteen, everything in his life had been under a microscope. This just worried him about what Skye’s life would be like.
As if it wasn’t hard enough that getting Levi Payne to latch on and fed, your mastitis was in full force, raging pain throughout your body. You had made appointments with lactation consultants and your doctor was assuring you how par for the course this was for some women, but it just felt awful.
Hunched over, you were sitting on the edge of the bathtub with the knuckles of your thumbs pressed into your exhausted and very sad eyes. Not only were your breasts as sore as your face was when you were thirteen and you walked into a glass door, but your heart was heavy in pain.
“I feel like such a failure….” Liam had put your screaming son down to sleep, but you heard him in the hallway, watching you silently, not sure how to be of any help. Your voice was just a crack through the air as you looked up at him, eyes full, but small. “I can’t even feed my own son.” You were too tired to cry or else you knew you would probably be a blubbering mess in the washroom.
“You’re not a failure.” Shaking his head at the sound of your words, Liam drew closer until he was sitting right next to you on the bathtub, an arm around your shoulder as he pulled you close. All throughout the pregnancy, he had been focused on his own fears. It hadn’t dawned on him that breastfeeding came with issues. He thought it was all very mechanical. You whip a breast out, the baby sucks away like it’s a soft serve ice cream machine. He felt like an idiot now and it was hard to help you because it wasn’t like he was lactating or had the large breasts pregnancy had given you. “Dr. Porter said this is normal. A lot of women pump over breastfeeding.” He was actually looking forward to being able to hold his son up and feed him instead of just watching as you sighed and grumbled and Levi cried throughout daily feedings. It would be nice for him to bond with his boy that way, he figured, but he wasn’t going to say that out loud while you were so upset.
“Other mothers can do it.” You mumbled, thinking about how Liam’s sister had basically fed her daughter until she had teeth. It wasn’t fair.
“Well, you can do things other mothers can’t. Like you wake up before he cries, you just sense it. It’s impressive and, frankly, I’m afraid.” He told you and laughed as you seemed to chuckle at the comment. He always felt better when he could make you laugh and since it was all he could do right now, he figured he would keep going. “You can also terrify any truck driver on the road. Levi is going to learn to love that as I have…” It had been a lengthy process for Liam, but he was no longer terrified in the passenger seat when your road rage took center stage. “So, breast feeding is a bust….you’re a great diaper changer. You should go pro.”
“Stop it.” Lightly, you smacked his chest with your hand, laughing over your knees just as softly. “Thank you.” Your wet eyes glowed up at him and he winked before kissing your nose, as if to say ‘not a problem, beautiful’.
This one is for the anon that requested: “How about a preference where he goes and picks out an engagement ring? And he analyzes the ring to find the best one for you?” I hope this is what you were looking for!
Niall: “What about this one?” the jeweler asked, holding up a ring with a massive diamond in the middle. “No,” Niall shook his head. He couldn’t believe what he was planning on doing. The three years you had been together had flown by and he couldn’t remember a time he was happier than when he was with you. He couldn’t believe that he had found someone who loved him for him, and not for his job. You hated when he spent money on you and refused to let him use his celebrity status to get things. You just wanted a normal (well as normal as you could get) relationship with him. “Niall, you’ve turned down just about every ring in the shop,” Liam said. “I know, it just needs to be perfect. Not too flashy, and not to simple. I’ll know it when I see it,” just as the words left his mouth he looked down at the case in front of him and there it was. The perfect ring for the love of his life.
Zayn: He had your hand clasped in his as the two of you walked through the mall. “Oh Zayn!” you smiled, “Can we go in there?” you pointed across the hall to a jewelry store. He nodded and you practically dragged him into the room with excitement. “Look at this one,” your eyes lit up as you pointed to a ring that was slightly more old fashioned looking, but still beautiful none the less. “It’s beautiful,” you smiled, staring in awe. You felt your stomach gurgle a bit; the two of you had been on your way to lunch when you had spotted the store. “Let’s go get lunch,” you turned to him, and he chuckled, taking your hand and leading you out of the store. He suddenly patted his pockets and looked around frantically. “Um [Y/N], I think I dropped my wallet in the store. Can you go get us a table and I’ll meet you there?” You nodded and he kissed you on the forehead. Zayn practically sprinted back to the jewelry store. When he found you in the cafeteria you were sitting by yourself in the corner of the room. “Did you find it?” you had given him a worried look. “Yes baby,” he smiled, grasping your hand from across the table, “I found it.” From underneath the table he felt the corners of this little black box in his pocket pushing into his skin.
Harry: “None of these are right,” Harry muttered to himself, walking out of the third jewelry store that day. “Hey,” Niall shouted running to catch up with him, “Like a said before, a little warning before you sprint out of the store would be nice.” “I’m sorry,” Harry apologized. “It’s just so frustrating. She’s perfect and she needs a perfect ring and none of the rings they have are perfect. “You’ll find it, don’t worry,” Niall placed his hand on Harry’s shoulder and give it a firm squeeze. Harry sighed, “Let’s just go to one more store and if they don’t have it I’ll give up for the day.” “That’s the spirit,” Niall laughed sarcastically. They drove to the next closest jewelry store. “I’m serious Niall, if I don’t find the ring here I’m done looking for a while.” “Okay, let’s not jump to conclusions here. You love [Y/N], right? So you’ll find the ring for her. Let’s just take it one step at a time.” Harry gave Niall a slight nod, not really paying attention to his words. They walked into the store and a jeweler immediately came up to them. “How can I help you?” “You probably cant,” Harry muttered, and Niall elbowed him causing Harry to shoot him a look, “I’m looking for an engagement ring,” he said to the jeweler. “Right this way,” she smiled, and led Harry and Niall over to a case. “These are our nicest rings.” Harry just sighed, doing everything in his power from rolling his eyes at her. He glanced down into the case; ready to just turn around and walk out, but something caught his eye. He looked again and his eyes widened. There was the ring.
Louis: “Do you really think she’ll like it?” Louis asked from the driver seat. “She’ll love it Lou. If it came from you she’ll love it,” Harry answered. Louis nodded and focused on the road, but a sudden thought caused his heart to start racing. “Harry. What if she says no?” A look of pure horror contorted his features. “I’ve seen the way she looks at you, and she’s feels the same way about you that you feel about her.” Louis took a deep breath and glanced at his friend, “I hope you’re right.” He pulled the car into the lot outside of the hotel the boys were staying at. Once he turned off the car he made no moves to take off his seatbelt. Instead he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the small black box. He opened it and sighed, gazing at the ring and imagining it on your finger. “Maybe I should go get the other one I was looking at,” Louis spoke quickly and reached for the keys in the ignition. “Lou!” Harry yelled, bringing his friend back to reality. “You love [Y/N] right?” He stared at Louis waiting for an answer. “More than anything,” he murmured. “And she loves you too. The two of you have been together for two years. The two of you are crazy about each other. You got her that ring for a reason. Stop second guessing yourself.” Louis took a deep breath in. “You’re right. I’m just nervous. I love her. I’m going to ask her tonight.”
Liam: “Hi, I’m here to pick up a ring. It should be under the name Payne,” he had told the receptionist. “Oh, yes I know exactly which ring you’re talking about,” the older female smiled. She stood from the desk and disappeared into the back of the building, leaving Liam standing at the counter, letting his eyes wander around the room. When she returned she held out a small black box to him. Liam thanked her and opened it; inside sat the perfect ring. But he already knew that, he had picked it last week. What he was more concerned with was the inside of the ring. He ran the pad of his finger over the newly engraved word, ‘always’. It was your thing. The two of you always said it to each other. ‘I love you, always.’ ‘I’ll be here for you, always’. It had become such a frequent word in your conversations that the two of you had just shortened it to ‘always’, expressing a boatload of feelings in one word. He couldn’t wait to give you this ring, so he could call you his, always.
Harry was always one for lifting you, whether it was to give you a piggy back or simply to lift you closer so he could pull you in and press a gentle kiss to your smiling lips. His hands would run down your spine before gripping under your bum to lift you..
He’s always holding your hand. Walking down the road, sitting on the lounge or simply nearby, as soon as you were within reach, Liam’s hand was always intertwined with your own. It comforted you both as his thumb would rub softly over the back of your hand.
Niall was always one to pay attention to your nose, he would kiss the tip of it, brush his own against yours before connecting your lips and sometimes he would reach out to bop your nose with a cheeky grin at the blush that coloured your cheeks.
Louis was always kissing the top of your head. Sometimes he didn’t even choose to do it, it was almost subconscious. If he had his arms around you or you were in reach he would pull you close and press his lips to your soft hair or forehead.
Zayn loved your hair. He loved to twirl any loose strand around his slender fingers, enjoying the feel of it running over his skin. He would even help you to straighten or style your hair, for a chance to have his fingers running through it.
Ashton had a habit of playing with your fingers. Whenever your hands were close by, it didn’t take long until his fingers would twist through yours, his fingertips would brush along your palm and run up your fingers. His long fingers would finally, slowly intertwine with yours
Though Luke didn’t have much time, between touring, writing and interviews Luke made every effort to teach you how to play guitar. Though you knew it wasn’t working too well, every chance he had, he would have his arms wrapped around you and hands placed on your own, on the neck of a guitar, showing you the chords.
There was barely a moment when Calum’s arms weren’t wrapped around you. He would walk up behind you and twist his arms around you or pull you close from the side. Even in his sleep Calum would keep his arms wrapped tightly around you in some way.
Michael would always let you sit between his legs. Especially when he had been busy and wanted a day just to sit and play video games, you would be between his legs, leant back against his chest. While he played he would lean forward every so often to kiss your neck, happy to have you so close.
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“You make me feel whole,” Harry says one night. Your head rested on his chest as you drew imaginary circles on it. You looked up at him smiling proudly.
“Yeah, you do.”
“You make me glow,” Louis sang as you were listening to Heart Attack by Demi Lovato. You were on a road trip just wherever. You had your phone in your hand as you were recording Louis. This is the side you loved. His giggily loving side.
“But really though Y/N you make me glow,” he says stopping in all seriousness.
“You make me happy,” he cries into your shoulder. Niall was leaving for tour and you were both in the airport making a scene.
“You make me happy too baby. I’m gonna miss you so so much,” you say crying into his neck.
“Just promise me one thing,” you say. Niall lifted his head up. His face was tear stained and he was sniffling. You wiped away the escaping tears and kissed his lips softly.
“Don’t eat too much.”
“But I’m serious you make me feel special. I just want to thank you for that. You just care for me so much I love you,” you say breathlessly. This was it. This was THE day. Your wedding. Never in a million years did you ever think you would be Mrs. Payne. You both stood at the alter crying and holding hands. After Liam said his vows you said yours.
“You may kiss the bride,” the priest says. Your lips connected in a matter of seconds as you heard laughter and applause coming from the audience.
“I love you too.”
“How do you think I make you feel,” he ask just out of curiosity. You’ve been in a healthy relationship for about a year.
“You make me feel sexy,” you reply in all honestly. When you were around Zayn he just made you feel like you were the only girl in the world. You loved that. You loved him.
“Well that’s good. Cause that’s just what you are. Sexy,” your smaller hands compared to his, found his face and kisses him lovingly.
<By the way guys, thanks for all the follows and likes! Really appreciate it!!… Ok ok here’s the next part >.<
Part 3: Harry’s POV
The cold rain falling around my is making me numb, nothing compared to the numbness in my chest though. I clutch on to my shirt trying to stop the shattering of my heart, but I couldn’t. I felt ugly. Worthless. A monster. I hurt her.
Thats all I could think. Burying my nose in her sweater and crying. After a while, I just felt drained. I had to at least find out where I was. But first I called her again, it going to voicemail. I left another message :
“Y/N, what have I done? Im such an idiot. Please! Please call me back. Im such a mess without you. What do I do? Please love. Please. I love you, always.”
I looked around, noticing that this place was slightly familiar. Oh! Yes this the park near Louis’s house. I need to get into a building before I die out here, which if she doesn’t want me, would be option two.
It sounds bad to think like that but its true.
I manage to get to Louis and Eleanor’s apartment without dying. Both their cars are in the driveway, getting a good wash from the rain.
I ring the doorbell and El opens it.
“Harry! Oh my goodness! What happened to you? Lou, get in here quickly!” Eleanor says hurrying me inside.
“Bloody hell Haz! What are you doing in this rain.” He asks as El hands you a towel and pushes me towards the bathroom.
“Shhh. Louis shut up. Let him explain after a hot shower” She says quickly.
I manage to nod, heading towards the bathroom.
Eleanor’s POV (Yay!):
I dragged Louis into the kitchen, still in shock that Harry had shown up, drenched.
“Louis, what are we going to do? One of them is upstairs and the other is downstairs.” You say frustrated on what to do.
“I know, I know love. If Y/N sees that Harry is here… Well I don’t know what would happen.” He says equally torn on what to do.
“Ok, well we can’t have her see him. She was so devastated when she showed up here so early in the morning. We can’t send her away.” You say.
“I will talk to Haz. Maybe he has a plan on how to get her to forgive him” Loubear says back.
“Im worried she won’t forgive him…” You say holding your head in your hands.
“Hey babe, don’t say that. He loves her more than anything. He wouldn’t just let her go.” Lou said, gently hugging me, calming me down.
“But how will I tell her Lou?” You asked.
“How will you tell me what?” A very familiar voice from behind says.