daddy niall

Slow Hands

You had spent a lot of the evening in the arms of this brunette with the eyes that were like an infinity pool—never ending.

Be it shots, on the dance floor, or sneaking smokes out back in the space that was not even an arm lengths away, you and Niall were inseparable from the moment you two first danced the last time you two met.  

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anonymous asked:

So Niall riding in the little kid car with Roman is giving me all of the feels. Imagine your kids getting one from Santa and Niall is putting it out, but he can't stop driving it around the house to help you with anything else.

“They see me rollin’…they hatin’….”

You took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of your nose.  Your husband was testing every limit of patience you possessed and having him belt out Chamillionaire lyrics was about to push you over the edge.

“Niall, I swear to God.”

You slumped down on the stack of boxes you were trying to sort through and pulled your hair off your sweaty neck.  Cleaning the garage had been Niall’s idea and yet he seemed more interested in goofing around with the kids’ toys than actually doing work.  So far in the hour since you’d put your son down for a nap Niall had only managed to have a slam dunk contest with himself on the Little Tikes basketball hoop and work on his chipping with a plastic golf club. Niall came around the corner cackling with glee, the motor in the mini Range Rover toy struggling under his weight. He smacked his gum loudly and waggled his eyebrows at you.  “Wanna fool around in me Range Rover petal?”

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Birthday Wishes and Birthday Kisses

We Can Make It ‘Til The End

Birthday Wishes and Birthday Kisses

Visuals are in the text of this chapter.

He hadn’t slept so peacefully in months – he hadn’t slept more than five hours alone in months. He’d been travelling to new countries and time zones nearly every week, promotions and touring occupying his time every free moment he had. He didn’t have time each night – like he had wanted and requested – to FaceTime his family, talking to his daughter before she fell asleep and talking about his wife’s day, ignoring all other commitments to be in touch with one commitment he promised to always be on time for. He didn’t like not having his girls on tour – every moment he was home, he would be with his wife and daughter, and going between having all his time available to a tea party with his baby, or a bath with his wife, to not seeing or having any time at all – broke his heart.

He couldn’t wait to come home.

He nearly jumped out of his plane’s window as soon as he saw his wife and daughter standing beside an airport security guard, his hands directing his plane to where he would be stopped, eventually allowing him to exit and find his family. He didn’t need to search – he’d spotted Ophelia’s favourite teddy bear he had bought her (a bear he’d gifted before his very first tour, which she wouldn’t be attending, right away) waving towards him, her smile bright and her feet bouncing off the tarmac as she tugs at your shirt, pointing and waving excitedly, nearly bounding out of your hold as she noticed the plane’s staircase descend to the ground.

“Daddy!” she exclaimed, leaping into his embrace, his grin popping a dimple in his cheek as he wraps his arms around her, kissing her cheeks sweetly as she wraps her legs around his waist, her hands around his shoulders, clinging onto his torso, a shy wave and smile towards Paddy making him chuckle quietly. “Daddy, I missed you.”

“I missed you, too, Sunshine,” he smiles, his cheeks blushing pink as you step towards him, pushing your lips against his softly, a hum of contentment pausing your kiss, his mouth pressing a kiss on your forehead as he embraces you, whispering quietly, “Missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too, Superstar. How was everything? How was Sydney?” you spill, your words mending together as all of your thoughts pour into your sentence, his laughter spurring butterflies in your belly, your eyes rolling teasingly as he bumps his hip against yours.

“Slow down, slow down. ‘m right here,” he chuckles, breaking apart to thank his pilot and security guards, his eyebrows furrowing together in confusion as Ophelia shimmies out of his hold, settling on the ground, before grabbing his suitcase, grinning as she grabs his hand, her hand gripping his handle as she drags his bag behind her. “Takin’ ‘me suitcase fo’ me?”

“Mhm,” she hums confidently, her tiny legs bouncing as she follows closely beside him, his hand attached to yours as your fingers lace together. He didn’t notice until she’d whispered, “Daddy, people are waiting outside fo’ you, again.”

“’s alright, baby. C’mon, can you give Mummy ‘me bag? ‘m goin’ to pick you up and you can hide in ‘me jumper, okay?” he breathes, carefully placing his suitcase in your hand momentarily, lifting her onto his hip and tucking her face into his neck, her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, his hand gripping yours as you tugged his suitcase behind you, sunglasses perched on your nose and your chin touching your chest as Basil leads you outside, a swarm of paparazzi and screaming girls crowding your exit, his heart tightening as he felt his daughter’s grip on him squeeze in fear, his lips touching her temple as he holds her close, assuring his hold on her. “Hi. Let ‘me family t’rough, please. I jus’ wan’a get home.”

“Happy to be home, then?”

“Very,” he mutters, gently nudging you before him, his arms clutching his daughter as she hums her favourite song, distracting her, her fingertips clutched around his sweater for protection. “’s okay, baby – we’re almost to Mummy’s car.”

“Daddy, I don’t like when t’ose people come around,” she mumbles, her cheek leaning against his shoulder, eyelashes fluttering against his skin as he safely places her in her car seat. He slow walks around, shoving his suitcase in their boot, smiling lightly as he notices you buckled and waiting in your passenger seat. “Why can’t we jus’ be alone – jus’ you, me, and Mummy?”

“Baby,” he sighs, his heart breaking as her bottom lips wobbles, her hands clutching her teddy bear as her feet gently rock against her seat, “do you know how I have to travel and sing?”

“Mhm.”

“When I go to different countries and cities, magazines have people t’at follow and take pictures of me, because t’ey want to make stories -,” he starts, buckling his belt, carefully turning on his engine and beginning to drive.

“Stories t’at Mummy and I don’t read, right? Because t’ey tell lies about us?”

“Right, baby. So, t’ey want to make stories, and, in order to write t’eir stories t’ey have to try and find different t’ings about us to write about – which is why t’ey follow us and ask questions,” he mumbles sadly, his hand carefully reaching behind and squeezing her hand, his fingers lacing through yours as he turns around, his eyes focused on the road and his all-too-familiar route home. “But, when we go home, only you, me, and Mummy are t’ere. ‘s jus’ our home. No one else. Just us.”

“Miss you when you’re gone, Daddy,” she mumbles, her fingertips toying with her teddy bear’s arms, bouncing him lightly, clapping excitedly as she noticed her home popping into view.

“Miss you more, Sunshine. Can’t wait until you’re out of school and can travel alongst wit’ me,” he grins, parking your car carefully, sliding out of his driver’s seat and opening Ophelia’s door, laughing as she bounces into his arms, hugging him as he grabs his suitcase out of their car. “Can I walk in, silly goose?”

“No, Daddy. Wan’a stay wit’ you.”

“Okay, okay,” he smiles, gently setting her on her feet, holding her hand in his tightly, locking their car as he leads their path into their home, candles lit and scented around their foyer, a smile perched on your lips as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly as Ophelia drags his suitcase into your lounge. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you grin, kissing his lips softly, your eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, his lips touching your neck as he squeezes your waist, his grip lifting you slightly, your giggle swelling his heart with love, a sigh breathing through his mouth as he sets you on your feet. “’m happy you’ll be spending your birthday with us, baby. We can’t be singing ‘Happy Birthday’ through FaceTime – just isn’t right.”

“’m twenty-eight tomorrow. Holy shi-.”

“Daddy! Don’t say t’at word – ‘s a naughty word,” Ophelia gasps, her gentle voice drawing his attention, a chuckle slipping through his lips as he leans down, a grin on his lips as he opens his arms, her tiny figure bumbling into his embrace, giggling as his fingertips tickle her sides. “Daddy, stop ticklin’ me!”

“Say ‘Daddy, I love you more t’an Mummy’ and I’ll let you go,” he smirks, lifting her upside down, his hands gripping her waist as she hangs over his shoulder, her hands lightly tapping his back in protest.

“Niall!”

“Daddy, I love you more t’an Mummy,” she breathes, her giggle beginning to hurt her chest, her cheeks bright pink with her smile. “Le’ me go!”

“Okay,” he grins, setting her on her feet, his palms gripping her cheeks and pressing a kiss to her cheek as she scrunches her nose. “Knew you loved me more.”

“I love Mummy more, now, because she doesn’t hang me upside down!”

“Mhm, that’s right, Lia – you tell him,” you giggle, smiling brightly as she wraps her hand around yours, hugging your waist as you near your kitchen, an aroma of your premade dinner filling your nose, a hum of Niall’s approval making you turn your attention. “Smell good?”

“Baby, you made my favourite,” he smiles, his cheeks blushing pink, butterflies swarming in his belly as he kisses your temple, chuckling as you nudge his hip towards your dining table, his form settling in his chair, huffing lightly as your daughters bounces onto his lap, leaning her cheek on his chest comfortably as she snuggles into his warm embrace. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Now, c’mon. Let’s eat.”

***

“Daddy,” Ophelia sighs, her fingertips toying with her nightdress as she sits between his legs, his hand gently brushing through her damp hair, her favourite film playing on her television, her nightlight turned on, ready to be used as he tucks her into bed, “do you like being on tour?”

“Touring is a lot of fun, darlin’,” he whispers, his heart breaking as he notices her distressed features, worry and confusion lacing her expression, her face slowly turning over her shoulder as she listens carefully, “but, not’ing is as fun as when I’m wit’ you and Mummy.”

“Really?”

“Mummy and you are ‘me favourite people in t’e entire world. Everyone knows about you – you’re ‘me little girl. Miss you lots and lots, when I’m gone. I can’t wait until you and Mummy come wit’ me and travel and we can show you our favourite places to see,” he smiles, gently kissing her forehead, his fingertips lightly lifting her onto her cotton sheets, a chuckle slipping off his lips as she wiggles beneath her comforter, much like how you settle into bed each night, her arms clutching her teddy bear as he tucks her in, sitting beside her as she lays against her pillow.

“Where are y’a gon’a show me?”

“’m goin’ to show you Paris,” he begins, his words barely above a whisper, as if he would be telling a secret no one else could know besides his baby girl, her smile swelling her heart with love as he speaks. “We’re goin’ to visit where Mummy and I had our honeymoon, where we got married. We’ll visit Grandma and Grandad in Dublin.”

“I miss Dublin, Daddy. ‘s my favourite place in t’e whole entire world,” she lisps, her eyelashes beginning to slowly beat against her cheeks as she drifts in and out of consciousness.

“’s mine, too,” he smiles, nudging his nose against hers softly, his lips touching hers and he whispers his goodnight. “Go to sleep, Sunshine. I’ll see you in t’e mornin’. I love you.”

“Love you, Daddy. See you in t’e mornin’. ‘m happy you’re wit’ us, again.”

“’m happy, too, baby. ‘m happy, too.”

***

“Happy Birthday, Cuddles,” you whisper sleepily, your heart swelling with love as he turns his head, his smile bright and wide, his blue orbs hidden by his eyelashes, his lips touching your forehead softly. “I love you, you old man.”

“’m twenty-eight – ‘s not t’at old,” he grumbles, squeezing your naked hip, your panties hanging loosely on your waist, his dirty tee shirt rolling beneath your breasts as you cuddle into his chest, his boxers sitting low on his hips, his legs intertwined with yours as he snuggles close to you. “Still have ‘me sex appeal to y’a, if t’at says anyt’ing, ‘m sayin’ I still got it.”

“Oh my god,” you smirk, rolling your eyes teasingly, untangling your legs, swinging your thigh around his waist, straddling his hips, your palms placed flatly against his chest, a giggle slipping off your lips as his hands reach underneath his shirt, a smirk lifted on his lips as he props his knees up, your face leaning against his, his lips touching yours softly. “Still got it.”

“I love you,” he smiles, slowly lowering his legs, your figure settling on his thighs smoothly, his fingertips slipping through yours softly, his eyes gazing into yours lovingly as he speaks. “What are we doing, today?”

“Hmm,” you hum, giggling as he slips his hands away, poking your sides playfully as he smiles. “We have your birthday party, you numb nut. What else would we be doing?”

Well,” he smirks, his thumb tracing your jaw as he whispers, “I had quite a few ideas in mind.”

“Oh, I’m sure you do,” you smile, grabbing his wrist, kissing his palm softly, lacing your fingers with his, your cheeks blushing pink as your murmur your secret. “Ophelia is goin’ home with Harry and Jenna, tonight.”

“She is?”

“Mhm,” you grin, giggling quietly as he tosses you off his lap, his knees straddling your hips, his palms pressed flat against your pillow as his lips ghost across yours. “Didn’t think I’d end your birthday without a surprise or two, did you – especially since I haven’t seen you in nearly a month.”

“God, I really do love you.”

“Phew, what a relief – thought you were havin’ an affair or somethin’ on tour,” you tease, rolling your eyes once more, a smile lifting on your lips as he pushes his lips against yours, a moan echoing against his lips as he dips his hips against yours, his shaft slowly hardening against your thigh, your eyelashes pressing against your cheeks as you breathe heavily.

“T’ought I was havin’ an affair, hm?” he whispers, his lips touching your ear, gently biting your earlobe as his lips drag across your neck, gently biting your collarbone as he travels alongst your jaw. “Can prove to you I wasn’t – you’re t’e only one I ever t’ink about, baby, especially when I have to get me’self off after a show because I don’t have you wit’ me, t’at’s t’e worst part about touring.”

“Can’t do t’is,” you puff, biting your lips painfully, your pelvis aching to push against his, his dip of his hips drawing a moan off your tongue. “She’s going to wake up, any minute. She’s been waiting fo’ you to come home.”

“’m sure you’ve been waiting, too, huh? Gettin’ yourself off before bed, once she’s fallen asleep, yeah? ‘m right, aren’t I?”

“Shut up,” you mumble, pressing your fingertips into his hips, nudging him backwards, picking up his chin with your fingertips, your lips nearly touching his as you mutter, “if you don’t move, right now, I will quite literally knee you in your balls and not give you anything tonight. ‘m not in a mood to be interrupted when we’re nearly done, like last time. If I’m having you, I want all of you, not just a tease.”

“Ooh, baby. Didn’t know you could be so demanding,” he hums, sitting back on his heels, grabbing your hands softly, lifting your body off your mattress, kissing your lips, mumbling quietly against your plump flesh. “Can’t wait fo’ later – goin’ to make up fo’ lost time, and make you feel so good.”

“Niall,” you smirk, kissing his lips lightly, cupping his cheeks in your palms, your cheeks bright pink and flustered, “you better.”

“Happy Birthday, Daddy!” Ophelia grins, nudging your bedroom door open with her hip, her tiny figure bouncing on your mattress, a present gripped in her hands carefully. “Have a present fo’ you.”

“Thank you, baby. ‘m goin’ to wee really quick and I’ll be right back to open your gift, yeah?” he smiles, ignoring your quiet giggle and smirk, gratefully leaning into her soft kiss on his cheek, his cheeks beginning to ache as he slips off your bed, fumbling into your bathroom, shutting your door behind him silently.

“Mummy, I hope Daddy likes ‘me present,” she confesses quietly, her fingertip pulled between her teeth as she nibbles her cuticle, pouting slightly as you softly pull her hand away from her mouth.

“Oh, baby,” you sigh, lifting her figure onto your lap, her bum settled on your thighs, her palms holding onto her gift as you squeeze her in a tight hug. “Daddy is going to love your present, I promise.”

“Really?”

“’m going to love your gift, Sunshine,” he grins, padding across your carpet, settling himself on his part of your mattress, shuffling your comforter on his legs, patting his thighs, grunting quietly as Ophelia pops onto his legs, her present clutched in her hands, a smile perked on her lips as he kisses her temple. “Can I ‘ave it?”

“Daddy, I made you a picture in art class,” she whispers nervously, her fingertips picking stray strands of cotton off your comforter, her gaze avoiding his as he peels open her carefully wrapped paper, which he knew you’d taped together, his grin bubbling excitement in his daughter’s heart, “and you’ll be able to have a picture of you, Mummy, and me, whenever we’re not with you.”

“Ophelia,” he whispers, tears welling in his eyes as he admires her carefully drawn picture, her coloured characters of herself, him, and you, each hand connected and holding each other, your home and flowers surrounding your figures, his hair coloured a new brown shade, his chuckle drawing her attention, her bright blue eyes staring into his blue orbs, “I love your picture, baby.”

“Really?”

“Mhm, I really love it. I’m going to keep your picture with me wherever I go – I promise,” he smiles, kissing her forehead sweetly, grinning as she puckers her lips, kissing his lightly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and hugging him tightly. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, Daddy. Can’t wait for your birt’day party – Jax and Henny are goin’ to be t’ere, too!”

“Jax, huh?” he smirks, rubbing his fingertips alongst her spine, gently humming, his palm patting her bum as she touches her cheek against his collarbone. “Do y’a fancy him?”

“Boys are yucky, Daddy. He’s my friend.”

“Jus’ making sure,” he chuckles, kissing her temple softly, her hair flowing alongst her shoulders, brushing against his bare chest, her giggle bubbling his heart with love as she brushes her hair behind her ear. “’s your hair fallin’ on me? Guess ‘m goin’ to have to cut it.”

“No!”

“Why not? Don’t you wan’a have hair jus’ like me?” he shrugs, pretending to furrow his eyebrows in confusion, purposefully ignoring your hidden giggle, your palm covering your mouth as you admire their interaction.

“Daddy, I love you, but I like ‘me hair. ‘s long and pretty – like Mummy’s!”

“Guess what?”

“What?” she whispers, perking her ears with careful attention, her blue orbs gazing into his as she awaits his confession.

“I love Mummy’s hair. ‘s one of my favourite parts of ‘er.”

“What else do you love about Mummy?” she wonders curiously, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks as she listens carefully, his heart swelling as she stares wonderfully at you, in pure admiration of your beauty, much as he does once you’ve fallen asleep and he’s lying awake wondering how he’d fallen so lucky with his life.

“I love a lot about Mummy,” he starts, cupping her cheeks in his palms, his lips touching her forehead as he mutters, as if their entire world had frozen time and only you, your husband, and your daughter existed. “I love her smile, which you have. I love her eyes, I love her dimples. I love her heart, because she is so sweet and she loves you and she loves me, even when I’m a silly boy.”

“Daddy, you act silly sometimes, too?”

“Mhm, sometimes. I love how much Mummy loves my best mates and -.”

“Like Uncle Harry?” she interrupts, her cheeks blushing pink as he pokes her nose playfully.

“Jus’ like Uncle Harry. Mummy and Uncle Harry have been friends since your age, y’know?”

“Since four? Mummy must’ve been so little.”

“Hm, guess t’at means you’re little, too. Still my baby girl, always,” he smiles, kissing her face with butterfly kisses, her giggles spurring his loving touches, her laughter echoing off your bedroom walls as you join, her cheeks being covered with kisses as she sits comfortably in her father’s lap.

“Mummy, Daddy, stop kissin’ me!”

“Never!”

“Oh my goodness, are we bothering you, lovely?” you smirk, kissing her lips softly, lifting her off Niall’s lap, laying her against your mattress, your fingertips beginning to tickle her tummy, her giggles and smile drawing a grin on your lips, Niall’s aching cheeks swelling your heart with love and admiration for him – not only as your husband but as a father. “We are so sorry.”

“Mummy,” she grumbles, hiding her tiny face in her palms, a smirk on your lips as Niall’s callused hands gently grip her wrists, pulling her hands away, his lips touching hers as he touches her nose, his fingertips poking her hips, his palm hitting her bum as she wiggles onto her feet, lightly bouncing on your bed as she smiles. “Haha! Got up b’fore you could get me, again!”

“’m sure Uncle Harry ‘s goin’ to get you and Hensley, later, t’ough. How would you like to have a sleepover wit’ Hensley, t’night?” he smirks, winking sneakily as you smack his arm, his smile spurring butterflies in your belly as you blush, your daughter oblivious to his naughty remark.

“Okay!” she cheers excitedly, her figure sitting on your sheets her lips pout, her fingers twiddling her lap as she thinks carefully. “Daddy, are you goin’ to pick me up in t’e mornin?”

“If you’d like me to,” he smiles, kissing her temple sweetly, his tone becoming softened as he notices her soft frown. “’s only t’night, poppet. Gon’a have fun wit’ your best friend – jus’ like when your uncles come over t’night – we’re goin’ to have so much fun.”

“Will you sing, t’night? Will you and Uncle Harry and Uncle Louis and Uncle Liam sing? Like you did fo’ my birt’day?”

“Maybe,” he smiles, scrunching his nose together as she leans in, pressing her nose against his as she whispers, her staring drawing a smile on his lips he couldn’t mask. “Hey, start getting dressed and ready. We can get a birt’day breakfast before Grandad and Grandma come over. Mimi is comin’, too.”

“She is? Oh my goodness, Daddy, ‘m so excited! ‘m seein’ ‘me best friends, havin’ birt’day cake, and we can sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to you with you, t’is year. ‘s so much fun!”

“Birt’days are always fun wit’ you, baby girl. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Daddy.”

***

“Niall, mate, you’re twenty-nine! How do you feel?” Louis smirks, grunting lightly as Ophelia shoves into his legs, her arms wrapped around his waist as she embraces him tightly. “Hi, little one. What’re you doin’?”

“Jax and I are playin’ tag and you and Daddy are our safe spots.”

“Haha, okay,” he chuckles, kissing her hair softly, patting her back as she begins to quietly bound around your kitchen, her giggles mending with Jax’s as he chases her, their laughter echoing off your freshly painted walls as guests begin to enter your home. “How do you feel? Old?”

“Been feelin’ old since nineteen when I had to get my fuckin’ surgery,” he chuckles, kissing your cheek softly, his hand patting your thigh as you sit comfortably on his hip, your figure leaning against his chest, his fingertips drumming against your hips as he listens to their conversation. “But, ot’erwise, not so old. Feelin’ pretty damn great actually. ‘m home wit’ ‘me wife and daughter, ‘me friends, doesn’t get any better t’an t’is.”

“Daddy, Daddy!” Ophelia squeals, bouncing onto his lap, her arms wrapping around his neck, her ankles crossing over your lap as she settles on his bare thigh, your bum set on his leg, giggling quietly as she pokes her tongue out at Jaxson. “Jax was goin’ to get me, but I got away jus’ in time. ‘s because ‘m really fast.”

“Oh, really?” he smirks, kissing her temple softly, his cheeks blushing pink as you kiss his cheek, brushing your fingertips through his hair.

“Still want birthday cake?” you smile, lifting Ophelia onto your hip, bouncing her excitedly as you pad into your kitchen, giggling as she bumbles around your marble island, picking up her father’s candles, setting the package in your palm as you carefully place each on around his cake. “Start singin’ first, Lia. Daddy ‘s goin’ to be so surprised to hear you singing.”

She could sing. Really sing. Proper set of lungs.

Niall noticed her talent one day in their car, on their drive to the airport, your flight returning from Hawaii with Eleanor on your holiday delayed, his fingertips drumming against his steering wheel as he hums alongst to Flicker, a request of his daughter’s as her favourite of Daddy’s records, her tiny high-pitched tone beginning to belt out lyrics he didn’t realise she’d memorised.

“Waiting here for someone, only yesterday we were on the run, you smile back at me, and your face lit up the sun,” she sings softly, her voice matching his pitch, his jaw gaping as he stares into his mirror, admiring her as she hums, her eyes closed as she murmurs every lyric she knows.

“Singin’ jus’ like me, huh?”

“Daddy, I wan’a sing like you.”

“Do you?” he smiles, his chest swelling as he notices her blushed cheeks, her pure smile and innocent eyes bubbling love in his heart, pride tracing through his brains as he realises, she’s his daughter – he helped make her. “One day I’ll have Mummy bring you on stage wit’ me.”

“I’d really like t’at, Daddy,” she smiles, clapping excitedly as she notices you nearly bounding towards your car, opening her car door, pressing kisses alongst her cheeks as she giggles, your cheeks blushed red as you notice his grin in love and admiration. “I love you.”

He hadn’t realised his daughter and wife had gathered their guests into their lounge, smiles on lips and hands held together as she begins to sing, her tiny voice singing with fear, his arms opening, lifting her onto his lap as he kisses her cheeks, a surrounding sound of singing ‘Happy Birthday’ making his cheeks blush pink, his grin burning his cheeks as you hold his cake, a smile perked on his lips as you whisper quietly.

“Happy Birthday, baby.”

“Happy Birthday, Daddy.”

“Gon’a help me blow out ‘me candles?” he whispers, kissing her ear softly, her giggle perking a smile on his lips, his heart pounding in his chest as all of his closest friends and family gather around, recording and capturing pictures of such a candid moment. “Ready? One, two, three.”

Ophelia smiled brightly, hugging him tightly as she claps, a surrounding sound blended with cheers and whistles around him, her baby blue eyes gazing into his as she snuggles into his chest, graciously thanking you as you place a tiny slice of cake in her hands, her laughter drawing a smile on your face as Niall swipes her icing on her nose. “Hey!”

“Have to give Daddy some icing on his nose, now, Lia,” Louis encourages, winking with a smirk on his lips, laughing loudly as she rubs icing on his cheeks, slipping off his lap and hiding behind your legs, her tiny arms wrapped around your waist, her cheek pressed against your bum as she stays behind you. “Great job, munchkin.”

“I-,” Niall begins, chuckling loudly as slowly his guests disperse throughout his home, laughter and chatting echoing off your walls, Louis’ hand smacking his thigh as he laughs. “If our children weren’t around, I’d have a few choice words fo’ you.”

“Ye’, ye’, I’m sure,” he smiles, hugging him, patting his back as you and Eleanor admire their interaction fondly. “Happy birthday, mate.”

“T’ank you. T’ank you fo’ coming. Haven’t seen my buddy in a whilst, haven’t we Jax?”

“Uncle Niall, ‘m gettin’ real good at footie, too! Daddy’s been teachin’ me.”

“T’ink you’re better t’an me?”

“I don’ know,” he sighs, his finger tapping his lip as he thinks, a chuckle sliding off his lips as he nods. “Maybe.”

“One day soon, Daddy and I will make a day where you can come over and play with Lia, and we’ll play football, too, yeah?”

“Okay! Can’t wait!”

“Daddy,” Ophelia wonders, her tone dropped and laced with nervousness, his arms opening as she reaches into him, wrapping her arms around his neck, smiling against his chest as he lifts her onto his hip, “will I play football with you and Uncle Louis and Jax, too?”

“Of course, darlin’ – you can play anyt’ing you want to. Horan’s can do anyt’ing, yeah?”

“Ye’,” she hums excitedly, lifting her head and meeting his gaze, “we can do anyt’ing.”

***

His fingertips pinched his lip, his figure leaning against your bedroom doorframe, his ankles crossed as he admires your bustling figure. He couldn’t hide his smile, his arms crossed in front of his chest, his cheeks blushed pink as he pays careful attention to you – how slowly you would lift a tiny article of clothing off the carpet, how suggestively you bent over your bedframe, ruffing your comforter to be slept in, how your hair laid alongst your spine, your silk pyjamas becoming translucent underneath your bedroom light. He’d been waiting nearly a month to be alone with you, to touch you, to make love to you, and he could feel his jeans tightening with only a peek at your perfect figure.

“’m goin’ to burst in ‘me jeans if you don’t stop t’at.”

“Stop, what?”

“Baby,” he hums, stepping towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his hands cupping your bum as he presses kissing alongst your jaw, slowly mapping your neck as he whispers against your skin, “you know exactly what you’re doing.”

“Mhm, maybe,” you smirk, pinching his chin with your fingertips, your fingertip tracing his lips as his eyes gaze into yours. “Do you want me?”

“Want you so bad.”

“Go on,” you whisper, kissing his ear, dragging your fingertip down his chest as you cup his hip, nudging him towards your bed, his heart pounding in his chest as he sits on your mattress, his figure settled in between your pillows, his hands cupping his head as he lays back. “Don’t look so pleased with yourself.”

“Why not? ‘m havin’ a great birt’day, ‘me gorgeous wife is wit’ me, ‘m havin’ a really great day, baby.”

“How much better would your night be if I gave you everything and anything, you wanted?”

He didn’t know how he hadn’t busted his jeans’ zipper, his cock was aching in his boxers and he could feel his tip throbbing against his thighs, ready to be pleased and milked of a long-awaited orgasm he’d been yearning for. His feet pressed into your sheets as you straddle his thighs, your hips settling on his as he moans, your lips pushing against his as his hands grip your hips, a gasp of breath cutting your kiss as he lifts you off his thighs, your figure hovering over yours as his lips attach to your neck, his breath heavy against your heated skin, his fingertips ripping your clothing off your body, his panting drawing your fingertips along his taut skin, his scattered clothing parading across your carpet, his naked pelvis dipping against yours.

“Baby, jus’ want you,” you breathe, gently guiding his cock in your heat, his forehead dipping against your shoulder as he moans, his hips thrusting against yours, a smirk lifting on his lips as you swear, praising his name as he pushes against your softest spot, his grunts and pants hotly hitting your collarbone, your core squeezing his shaft, drawing his orgasm near yours. “’m so close – oh, fuck.”

“’s okay, baby,” he whispers, his pelvis tightening as you wrap your legs around his waist, drawing him impossibly close, hugging him tightly as you orgasm, his climax pulsing into your core as he thrusts, his lips touching your cheek as he lightly pulls himself out, his figure laying against your chest, his mouth pressing against your collarbone, your fingertips brushing through his hair as his eyelashes flutter against his cheeks. “I love you.”

“I love you. Happy Birthday, baby.”

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“Hi, baby,” Niall grins, wrapping his arms around Ophelia tightly as she bounces into his hold, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her legs tucked around his waist as she clings onto his torso. “Did you have fun?”

“Mhm!” she grins, her cheek laying against his collarbone as he squeezes her, a giggle slipping off her lips as he tickles her, his lips kissing her cheek lovingly, his smile bright as she tucks her face into his neck. “Do you t’ink we can spend today toget’er - like, have cuddles and treats in t’e lounge wit’ Mummy?”

His heart burst in his chest with love, his lips touching her temple as he hums, whispering as he rocks her, waiting on his best friend to chat with him for a moment before he would leave, thanking him with gratitude for his night alone with you. “’m sure we can – wouldn’t want to spend my day wit’ anyone else but you and Mummy.”

“Hey!” Harry grins, walking across his wooden floorboards with her duffle bag in hand, a stuffed teddy bear tucked underneath his arm as he steps towards him, handing over her bag to her father before holding her bear, “Did you forget something?”

“Thank you! Thank you, Uncle Harry!”

“Of course, love,” he smiles, handing her teddy bear in her palms lightly, a smirk on his face as he notices his best friend’s scruffed hair and blushing cheeks. “Did you have a good night?”

“Piss off,” he blushes, patting her bum softly, her breathing softening as she falls asleep on his chest. “We did, yes.”

“Y/N deserved it, you deserved it. ‘m happy fo’ you,” he nods, cupping his shoulder, his lips pursed in a line as he utters his sentence. “Do we have another Horan possibly on the way?”

“No, no,” he chuckles, shaking his head, his mind tracing every thought about how hectic having a baby would be in that moment. “Not yet. We’re waiting a few months – until everything slows down. I don’t want to miss appointments and all t’at.”

“Okay,” he hums, a smirk on his lips, a huff of breath slipping through his teeth as his daughter leaps behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist in a tight hug, smiling and waving at her uncle as she giggles and bumbles into her bedroom. “Jus’ know, Jen and I are ready to be godparents when anot’er baby comes along.”

“Y/N and I know,” he smirks, nodding slightly, turning on his heel as he steps towards his front door. “’m goin’ to get her home, I’ll text you, later on.”

“Drive safe!”

He steps outside slowly, cupping his hand around his baby’s head, walking towards his car and gently placing her in her seat, buckling her tight, stepping into his driver’s seat and starting his engine, his heat being turned towards his daughter, fearing her becoming sick as he finally settles home. He grinning, his attention gazing towards her, admiring her soft and delicate features as she sleeps soundly, ignoring honking and traffic as she travels home, where she would be safely tucked in her father’s hold, snuggled and warm as she carefully pays attention to her favourite films, singing alongst as a musical number begins, persuading him to sing with her, drawing smiles on their lips in a mimicked smile.

“Daddy?”

“Good morning, baby.”

“I missed you,” she confesses, her tiny voice quieted and hushed, his heart dropping as he notices her nervous features and furrowed eyebrows.

“I missed you more, baby,” he sighs, leaning his hand behind him, cupping her knee lightly as he drives, his smile drawing on his lips as he notices your home, lights turned on and curtains opened, revealing your figure bustling through your kitchen, cooking and cleaning as he pulls into your driveway. “But, hey, I’m home and I’m going to be home fo’ a whilst – but, t’en you and Mummy get to come wit’ me, and we’ll be toget’er, yeah?”

“I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you, more, Sunshine.”

Daddy Niall Series

*bc who doesn’t love Niall with kids


“How did he make holding a baby look that sexy?”

You watched Niall cradle the tiny newborn in his arms, a soft smile caressed your face as an unexpected feeling unfurled in your belly. For a moment you were unsure what exactly the feeling was but if you had to put a finger on it, it felt an awful lot like falling in love.

Your own hand drifted over your swollen belly and rubbed a small circle over the cotton of your maternity shirt. Some family friends had invited you over today to meet their newest addition. With your own small bundle of joy still months away from meeting the world, you jumped at the chance to hold any baby. Your excitement was palpable on the drive over. Niall chuckling at your ramblings over that sweet baby. To say that your maternal instinct had kicked in was an understatement. Now here you were sitting with your eyes glued to your husband, watching him coo at the tiny little girl in his arms and your emotions were a whirlwind.

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“Niall are you crazy?”

He stood in front of you as you sat on the couch looking up at him while he held a video camera he had come across earlier that day. “No! Let’s just try somethin’ a little different. We are the most vanilla people out there, so let’s spice it up.”

You looked him up and down once more and let out a deep sigh. The way he was excited about the idea of recording the two of you having sex did turn you on a little but you were still unsure. “Okay but your fans are the fucking FBI and something will happen and it’ll leak or-”

“It won’t leak. We won’t upload it to anything; it’ll stay on the video camera. Look it’s one of the older ones.” He said tossing it to you. You inspected it and you felt your fight was starting to weaver.

“Where did you even find this?”

“At the shoot today they had it lyin’ around and they said I could take if I want because they didn’t even use it anymore. So when I was on me way home and idea popped into my head and now we’re here.” He explained, a blush starting to show up on his cheeks.

Biting your lip you looked up at him on more time, “Fine! But I’m just warning you it probably won’t be pretty.” You joked, letting him pull you off the sofa.

“We’ll see about that.”

Niall dragged you down the hall and into your shared bedroom, you sat on the bed and watched as he set the camera up on a tripod and faced the bed. “God, this feels so dirty.” You thought aloud as Niall looked through the view finder to make sure it was in the position he wanted.

He just chuckled at you before he made his way slowly toward the bed. The way he walked and the look in his eyes made you wet almost instantly. “Ya ready, baby girl?” He said lowly, his voice deep and accent thick.

All you could muster up was a nod, he came to the side of the bed and instantly put his hands on the hem of your t-shirt and slipped it over your head revealing your bra to him and the recording video camera. You felt stiff, it was new and a little awkward for you to know that there was a camera recording but you knew Niall wanted to try something new so you rolled with it.

Before you knew it Niall was stripped down to his boxers and you, in your bra and panties. “Just take a deep breath beautiful. If it gets too much and ya want to stop you can tell me.” He reminded as his large hands shifted your body and laid you down on the bed so that you were being recorded from the side.

As Niall climbed on top of you you turned your head so you were able to see the little red light blinking, indicating that it was recording your every move. Even though it was odd, it did give you little butterflies and sent a new wave of tingles to your core. Niall attacked your neck in kissed, his soft pink lips felt heavenly against your warm skin. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy, petal.” He grunted, his accent getting thicker the more he was spurred on.

You felt extra pressure to make sure you looked half way decent, you moved your hair so it wasn’t sticking up and became overly conscious of your facial expressions. Even though you knew it was stupid, you were worried Niall would watch it back and think you weren’t as attractive as he thought. But as soon as Niall pushed your panties to the side and started to rub you with his thick, calloused fingers all the worries and insecurities washed away and the video camera recording you became a distant memory.

“How does that feel, darlin’?”

“Oh, Ni.” Was the only words you could piece together. It had been so long since the two of you messed around. Niall had been traveling all around the world for promo and had only been home for about three days now. “Niall. I need more, babe. Please.” You begged as your fingers tangled into his now brunette hair.

“Never one for foreplay, were ya angel?” He smirked as he sucked gently on your jawline. With one quick movement he had your underwear off and his length being freed from his tight Calvin’s.

He leaned over you to reach his bedside table to get a condom. The sent of his cologne sent a new wave of wetness between your thighs making a moan leave your lips. Niall chucked as he slipped the condom on his dick, “I don’t even have to touch you for ya to make noise for me.”

“Fuck, Niall, come on. Please hurry.”

Giving his cock and few pumps before he pressed his tip to your entrance but not quite putting it in. “Are ya going to put on a show for the camera, princess? Maybe I’ll take it with me when I tour so I can always hear ya pretty little moans and your begging for me ta fuck ya.”

With that he he slipped into you making a load moan tumble from the back of your throat. Your back arching off the expensive duvet while your nails dug into the soft freckled skin on your boyfriends back.

“Shit babe. Ya feel so good.” He groaned.

“Ni! Oh god.” You all but screamed when he hit just the right spot. “I’m close.”

“I am too, beautiful. Just hold on.” He stammered as beads of sweat ran down his forehead.

He finally came and you did not long after, he flopped onto the bed next to you to try and catch his breath. “Fuck that was hot.” He laughed into the pillow. “Aren’t ya happy I convinced ya to record us?”

“I guess.” You smirked kissing his lips gently.

“Are you sure you want to watch it? Like it probably isn’t going to look like a porno. If anything it’s going to make us insecure.” You said as Niall sat on the couch with the camera.

He shrugged his shoulders and scooted closer to you, he held the camera so you both could watch the tape through the view finder. You blushed as you saw yourself pop up on the screen, sitting on the bed waiting for Niall to come over.

You both watched and to be honest it didn’t look too bad but you couldn’t help the blush on your cheeks and you saw Niall starting to get hard. When it was finished he relaxed back into the sofa and turned his head to look at you.

“Yeah, we’re going to do this again”

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Dicking Down to Wifing Up

“Horan! Hurry the fuck up!” Harry yells through the door. “People are starting to show up!”

Niall looks in the mirror and adjusts his quiff a bit, “Coming!”  He just had the blonde redone and was more than ready for their house party.

Harry snorts from the other side, “Sure thing. Just don’t leave a mess.” He jokes and Niall hears him go down the hall.

He rolls his eyes and leaves the room. You said you were going to be coming to the party and he was looking forward to that. He had been trying to convince you for the entire semester to attend a variety of the parties that his frat put on.

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Giving birth has been, without a doubt, the most exhausting, painful thing you have done in your entire life. Labor lasted close to ten hours, ten long hours that involved walking, pain, screaming, pain, screaming at Niall specifically, and more pain.

But when it was over, when your limbs were limp with exhaustion, when your head could hardly lift up off the pillow anymore, a precious bundle was carefully placed into your arms.

“God,” you croak out, tears of a completely different emotion sprouting from your eyes. The tiny red face of your newborn daughter scrunches, and she mewls so pathetically your heart melts. “Look at you. Look at you. You’re absolutely perfect, darling, so beautiful,” you coo at her even as she begins to cry.

You feel Niall’s hand on your arm, and you automatically look up, lips curling into a beautiful smile when before they had been parted in screams of agony. “We had a baby,” you state, a bit obviously.

Niall laughs, even as his tired eyes latch on to the precious miracle in your arms. “That we did. Well, ya did. I did absolutely nothin’.”

“That’s right,” you comment dryly, looking away from your husband to the babe in your arms. “You had the easy, fun part.”

Niall chuckles, but you kind of regret the innuendo, being this close to your newborn. You don’t want to scar her innocent ears, or anything like that. Maybe adult talk will have to wait for when she’s sleeping.

She’s still crying, louder now, and fidgeting against the sticky skin of your chest. She’s a bit bloody, and it smears against you, but you discover you don’t really care. “She might be trying to latch,” one of the nurses helpfully informs you, and you’re shocked it could be so soon after birth, but apparently, it happens.

Breastfeeding hurts, and your nipples ache afterwards, and so does your head. It was hard, getting your baby girl to latch, and then it took forever for her to feed. But she had been ready, so that was that.

They took her away to wash her, and you sent Niall to follow, simply to get a few peaceful moments of shut-eye. Everything aches now. If you stood, you would probably fall over. You’re probably never going to have sex again after this.

You doze off, but wake up the instant your little baby comes back into the room, as she announces herself with a cry the second she’s back. You start, eyes flying open, and Niall takes his seat next to you as the nurses bustle about.

“Do you want to hold her?” The one carrying your girl asks, looking at Niall.

He blinks, as if confused. “What? Me…hold her?” He sounds as if he’s never heard of a father holding his infant before. If you weren’t so tired, you would laugh.

The nurse carefully handles the bundle to your husband, who holds her awkwardly at first. But then she squawks, and he shifts his arms around to hold her properly, cradling her fragile head carefully. “Hi,” he whispers to her, eyes wide and dazed as he stares down at her. Niall is in awe. “Hi there, little one.”

The sight makes tears prick your eyes again. The expression on his face is incredible. His lips are parted, blue eyes breathtakingly wide. Those huge hands of his look even bigger cradling the tiny baby. You know he could crush her in an instant, but you’re also filled with the knowledge that Niall Horan will never hurt his baby girl in a million years. You know it, because the raw love for his girl is shown clear on his face.

“Your mum and I…we’re goin’ to take care of ya,” he whispers down to her, before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. She whimpers and stirs, but quiet at the touch of his lips. “We’ve been waitin’ for ya quite a while, lovebug. Don’t ya worry.”

And then, when you didn’t think the moment could get any more wholesome, Niall ducks his head over her and begins to hum quietly. In the hospital noise, you can hardly hear it, but you catch strains of it, and it is perfect. Soft, gentle, and completely Niall.

When it’s done, he watches, eagle-eyed as the nurses take your girl and put her inside the incubator. You look adoringly at him, hand stretching out for his. Niall takes your hand and grins at you. He’s perfect. You know, without a doubt, that Niall will be an incredible father.

He seems to think so too.

“We’re gonna be incredible parents, darlin’. I just know it.”

Birthday Wishes and Birthday Kisses

He hadn’t slept so peacefully in months – he hadn’t slept more than five hours alone in months. He’d been travelling to new countries and time zones nearly every week, promotions and touring occupying his time every free moment he had. He didn’t have time each night – like he had wanted and requested – to FaceTime his family, talking to his daughter before she fell asleep and talking about his wife’s day, ignoring all other commitments to be in touch with one commitment he promised to always be on time for. He didn’t like not having his girls on tour – every moment he was home, he would be with his wife and daughter, and going between having all his time available to a tea party with his baby, or a bath with his wife, to not seeing or having any time at all – broke his heart.

He couldn’t wait to come home.

He nearly jumped out of his plane’s window as soon as he saw his wife and daughter standing beside an airport security guard, his hands directing his plane to where he would be stopped, eventually allowing him to exit and find his family. He didn’t need to search – he’d spotted Ophelia’s favourite teddy bear he had bought her (a bear he’d gifted before his very first tour, which she wouldn’t be attending, right away) waving towards him, her smile bright and her feet bouncing off the tarmac as she tugs at your shirt, pointing and waving excitedly, nearly bounding out of your hold as she noticed the plane’s staircase descend to the ground.

“Daddy!” she exclaimed, leaping into his embrace, his grin popping a dimple in his cheek as he wraps his arms around her, kissing her cheeks sweetly as she wraps her legs around his waist, her hands around his shoulders, clinging onto his torso, a shy wave and smile towards Paddy making him chuckle quietly. “Daddy, I missed you.”

“I missed you, too, Sunshine,” he smiles, his cheeks blushing pink as you step towards him, pushing your lips against his softly, a hum of contentment pausing your kiss, his mouth pressing a kiss on your forehead as he embraces you, whispering quietly, “Missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too, Superstar. How was everything? How was Sydney?” you spill, your words mending together as all of your thoughts pour into your sentence, his laughter spurring butterflies in your belly, your eyes rolling teasingly as he bumps his hip against yours.

“Slow down, slow down. ‘m right here,” he chuckles, breaking apart to thank his pilot and security guards, his eyebrows furrowing together in confusion as Ophelia shimmies out of his hold, settling on the ground, before grabbing his suitcase, grinning as she grabs his hand, her hand gripping his handle as she drags his bag behind her. “Takin’ ‘me suitcase fo’ me?”

“Mhm,” she hums confidently, her tiny legs bouncing as she follows closely beside him, his hand attached to yours as your fingers lace together. He didn’t notice until she’d whispered, “Daddy, people are waiting outside fo’ you, again.”

“’s alright, baby. C’mon, can you give Mummy ‘me bag? ‘m goin’ to pick you up and you can hide in ‘me jumper, okay?” he breathes, carefully placing his suitcase in your hand momentarily, lifting her onto his hip and tucking her face into his neck, her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, his hand gripping yours as you tugged his suitcase behind you, sunglasses perched on your nose and your chin touching your chest as Basil leads you outside, a swarm of paparazzi and screaming girls crowding your exit, his heart tightening as he felt his daughter’s grip on him squeeze in fear, his lips touching her temple as he holds her close, assuring his hold on her. “Hi. Let ‘me family t’rough, please. I jus’ wan’a get home.”

“Happy to be home, then?”

“Very,” he mutters, gently nudging you before him, his arms clutching his daughter as she hums her favourite song, distracting her, her fingertips clutched around his sweater for protection. “’s okay, baby – we’re almost to Mummy’s car.”

“Daddy, I don’t like when t’ose people come around,” she mumbles, her cheek leaning against his shoulder, eyelashes fluttering against his skin as he safely places her in her car seat. He slow walks around, shoving his suitcase in their boot, smiling lightly as he notices you buckled and waiting in your passenger seat. “Why can’t we jus’ be alone – jus’ you, me, and Mummy?”

“Baby,” he sighs, his heart breaking as her bottom lips wobbles, her hands clutching her teddy bear as her feet gently rock against her seat, “do you know how I have to travel and sing?”

“Mhm.”

“When I go to different countries and cities, magazines have people t’at follow and take pictures of me, because t’ey want to make stories -,” he starts, buckling his belt, carefully turning on his engine and beginning to drive.

“Stories t’at Mummy and I don’t read, right? Because t’ey tell lies about us?”

“Right, baby. So, t’ey want to make stories, and, in order to write t’eir stories t’ey have to try and find different t’ings about us to write about – which is why t’ey follow us and ask questions,” he mumbles sadly, his hand carefully reaching behind and squeezing her hand, his fingers lacing through yours as he turns around, his eyes focused on the road and his all-too-familiar route home. “But, when we go home, only you, me, and Mummy are t’ere. ‘s jus’ our home. No one else. Just us.”

“Miss you when you’re gone, Daddy,” she mumbles, her fingertips toying with her teddy bear’s arms, bouncing him lightly, clapping excitedly as she noticed her home popping into view.

“Miss you more, Sunshine. Can’t wait until you’re out of school and can travel alongst wit’ me,” he grins, parking your car carefully, sliding out of his driver’s seat and opening Ophelia’s door, laughing as she bounces into his arms, hugging him as he grabs his suitcase out of their car. “Can I walk in, silly goose?”

“No, Daddy. Wan’a stay wit’ you.”

“Okay, okay,” he smiles, gently setting her on her feet, holding her hand in his tightly, locking their car as he leads their path into their home, candles lit and scented around their foyer, a smile perched on your lips as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly as Ophelia drags his suitcase into your lounge. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you grin, kissing his lips softly, your eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, his lips touching your neck as he squeezes your waist, his grip lifting you slightly, your giggle swelling his heart with love, a sigh breathing through his mouth as he sets you on your feet. “’m happy you’ll be spending your birthday with us, baby. We can’t be singing ‘Happy Birthday’ through FaceTime – just isn’t right.”

“’m twenty-eight tomorrow. Holy shi-.”

“Daddy! Don’t say t’at word – ‘s a naughty word,” Ophelia gasps, her gentle voice drawing his attention, a chuckle slipping through his lips as he leans down, a grin on his lips as he opens his arms, her tiny figure bumbling into his embrace, giggling as his fingertips tickle her sides. “Daddy, stop ticklin’ me!”

“Say ‘Daddy, I love you more t’an Mummy’ and I’ll let you go,” he smirks, lifting her upside down, his hands gripping her waist as she hangs over his shoulder, her hands lightly tapping his back in protest.

“Niall!”

“Daddy, I love you more t’an Mummy,” she breathes, her giggle beginning to hurt her chest, her cheeks bright pink with her smile. “Le’ me go!”

“Okay,” he grins, setting her on her feet, his palms gripping her cheeks and pressing a kiss to her cheek as she scrunches her nose. “Knew you loved me more.”

“I love Mummy more, now, because she doesn’t hang me upside down!”

“Mhm, that’s right, Lia – you tell him,” you giggle, smiling brightly as she wraps her hand around yours, hugging your waist as you near your kitchen, an aroma of your premade dinner filling your nose, a hum of Niall’s approval making you turn your attention. “Smell good?”

“Baby, you made my favourite,” he smiles, his cheeks blushing pink, butterflies swarming in his belly as he kisses your temple, chuckling as you nudge his hip towards your dining table, his form settling in his chair, huffing lightly as your daughters bounces onto his lap, leaning her cheek on his chest comfortably as she snuggles into his warm embrace. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Now, c’mon. Let’s eat.”

anonymous asked:

I know you're not taking requests but just imagining Niall celebrating Valentines Day with his wife and little girl makes my heart melt😭

Can you do a Niall imagine where he goes to pick your daughter up from school and he talks to the other parents? It’s a bit weird I know 😂

A/N: I kinda combined these……Also I’m the worst bc this is Valentine’s fluff and technically it’s St. Patrick’s day.  

Valentine’s Day 

Originally posted by ninicutiepie


Niall just barely managed to slip inside the door to the elementary school while juggling his guitar case, a giant box of sweets, and three grocery bags of craft supplies.  He was eternally grateful you weren’t there to watch him flounder around.  The last thing he needed was a reminder that “You can always make more than one trip, Niall.”  Getting his bearings, he shuffled into the office to sign in.  As soon as he crossed the doorway all three secretaries just about lunged across their desks to greet him.  Niall always found it hilarious, if not a little flattering.  You had seen the staff react to him early on and decided to use it to you advantage, sending Niall in your stead whenever you needed a favor.  So far, your daughter Charlie had gotten the teacher you requested, and the bus stop moved to the bottom of your driveway.  You tried to shy away from using Niall’s fame to get special treatment, the only exception being your child.

“Mr. Horan, how may we help you today?”  The secretary was leaning across the desk, baring far too much cleavage for a woman her age and in a school setting.  Niall grinned and gave her a small wink.  

“Cynthia, please, call me Niall.”  He flashed a grin at her and she physically swooned at him.  

“Niall, what can I do for you today?”  Her voice was sickly sweet and he could see the other two secretaries nearly panting behind her.  

“M’here for the Valentine’s Day party.  Just need to pick up a visitor’s pass.”

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anonymous asked:

Could you write a blurb about Nialls hurt knee? How he comes in from playing in painnand you take care of him?

You were in the kitchen, putting the dishes away when you hear Niall come in. You glance up and smile a bit before frowning at the grimace on his face. “What’s wrong darling?” You ask and set the bowls in your hand down.

“Played footie and fucked up my knee.” He huffs out.

“Left or right?” You ask and go get some ibuprofen from the cupboard along with a bottle of water from the fridge. You glance at him as you grab a plastic bag to fill ice.

“My right knee.” He sighs and goes to the couch and plops down.

You come in with the ice pack, pain killers, and water. You put his foot under a pillow so it’s elevated a bit. “Take these.” You give him the pills and the bottle. He takes them effortlessly after you put the ice pack on his knee.


“I just want the knees of a twenty three year old, it’s not even funny anymore. Playing football for an hour shouldn’t have any repercussions for a twenty three year old.” Niall mutters, leaning his head back onto the couch.

You sigh and sit next to him, rubbing at his scared knee lightly. “I know darling. I’m so sorry.” You murmur, “Maybe you need to look into getting surgery in fixing this knee.” You say softly, continue to massage his knee gently.

He huffs softly and doesn’t look at you.

“I know.” You say quietly and lean down to kiss the dark pink line on his knee. “Try taking an aspirin before you go and play too.” You stand up. “I’ll get you a banana. Relax.” You put on a footie match for him. “Need anything else?” You ask and he shakes his head a bit but catches your hand as you gently rub his shoulder.

He pulls you back and pulls you close to him, “I love you. Thanks for loving me and my dodgy old man knees of mine.”

You hum and lean in the rest of the way to give him a gentle kiss. “Always, darling. I’m sorry that you’re in pain. Let me go get you a snack and we can have cuddles and watch a movie.” You murmur and give him another kiss. “I love you.” 

You kiss his nose before going to get snacks and come back for cuddles and Step Brothers.

I Couldn’t See It

“Thanks again, Lou. Get home safe!” Niall kissed his friend on the cheek and walked her to her car, leaving you inside. You wasted no time making your way upstairs to the nursery to see your baby, who you felt you had left for far too long. Everyone told you that you deserved a night out, “Happy mommy, equals happy baby!”. In your opinion, a mommy was perfectly happy when she was with her baby!

Niall had decided to take you out for date night. Being that it was the first time that you had left your baby with anyone, you were rightfully nervous. You would have caved if not for the hurt look on Niall’s face when you came up with reason after reason why you shouldn’t go.

He had gone all out. When you came downstairs, he was holding bouquet of pink peonies and had the biggest smile on his face since the day your daughter was born. Any inkling you had of backing out was squashed when you saw his eyes light up at the sight of you.

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2 with Niall please

Hey sweets, thanks for the request hope you like it xoxo. 

Tonight was a big night for his little girl, she was finally gonna take him to her school. Sure, he had already seen it, but now was his chance to see it with her. She had started school no more than a week ago and she came home raving about her teacher and how great she was. Niall was beaming as he watched her chocolate colored curls bounce as she led him to her classroom. 

The classroom was decorated like something straight out of a Alice and Wonder Land. She walked him towards the teacher’s desk where a woman with a yellow sundress was standing talking to a fellow parent. He held back his daughter as she was about to tug on her dress. 

“Wait baby..” He muttered as she pouted but waiting until her teacher turned making his heart stop. He hadn’t sen her since they left high school. The room had sudden felt too hot as she smiled at him. 

“Miss.Y/N, this is my daddy!” His daughter squeal as she looked down at her student with a smile. She knew there was a possibility this was his child but from the last she heard he wasn’t even married or in a relationship. 

“Hey Y/N…: He whispered as a soft smile made it’s way onto her lips. 

“Hey Niall, what are the chances huh?” She joked as he smiled a blush making its way onto his cheeks.

anonymous asked:

What about a prompt with Nialls first 'fathers' day to emery?

I am so in love with Niall and Emery stories. Ugh, my heart hurts.

Daddy.

He’d never been called ‘Daddy’ before. He didn’t think he’d have a name ‘Daddy’ until he was at least ten years older, but he didn’t expect to meet his dream girl at an early age of twenty-three, either.

He didn’t anticipate any expensive meals or gifts, after all, she absolutely hated when he treated on a fancy dinner on their anniversary. He made an agreement with her – he wouldn’t splurge on his girlfriend unless her birthday, their anniversary, or a special event had popped up.

He’d fallen asleep with his girlfriend and daughter tucked underneath his arm, Emery’s palms pressed flat against his tummy as she cuddled into his chest, her cheek nudged against his collarbone as her eyelashes lay against her skin.

He couldn’t feel her wiggle out of his hold, her tiny footsteps quiet against their carpet, her giggle slipping off her lips as she open and manoeuvres around their master bedroom’s door. She padded into her bedroom, her walls freshly painted lavender, stickers of clouds and scattered above her bedframe, her toys and dolls neatly aligned against her mouldings, ready to be played with and adored. She smoothly opened her dressers drawer, her tiny fingertips digging against her stacks of fresh, clean laundry, her tongue poking between her lips as she furrows her eyebrows together in confusion, searching helplessly for her Father’s Day present, her gift hidden in a spot her daddy wouldn’t find.

“What’cha doin’ over t’ere, Em? Did y’a lose somey’in’ in your laundry?” Niall smirks, leaning against her doorframe, his arms folded in front of his chest, his ankles crossed as he stands in front of her.

“Daddy!” she smiles, hugging his waist tightly, giggling as he lifts her onto his hip, his fingertips tickling her tummy as she clutches onto his shoulders. “Stop!”

“What’re y’a hidin’ from me, Piglet?”

Nothing,” she smirks, her palms cupping his cheeks as she squishes his lips together. “Daddy, you’re supposed to be in bed! Mummy and I can’t bring you breakfast and give you your presents, if you’re out here.”

“Why can’t you?”

“Because you’re ruinin’ your surprise! C’mon. Let’s go,” she whines, wiggling off his hip, her tiny fingertips pushing into his back as she attempts to shove him forward, huffing in annoyance as he nudges his heels into her carpet, refusing to move on her demand. “Daddy.”

“Fine, fine,” he concedes, scooping her up, leaning her over his broad shoulder, his palm patting her bum playfully as he pads into their master bedroom. “Should I lay in bed, too?”

“Mhm!”

“Does Mummy know what you’re doing?”

“Yes, Daddy. She’s helpin’ me, too. Stay here,” she grins, patting her palm against their comforter, her giggles echoing in their bedroom, Niall’s tall form flopping onto their mattress, her petite figure bouncing in air, his heart swelling with love as she cuddles into his chest, pressing a kiss to his cheek before shuffling into her bedroom, stumbling and bumbling bouncing off their walls as she searches through her wardrobe.

“Happy Father’s Day, baby,” you smile, placing a wooden tray of his favourite breakfast on his bedside table, your palms cupping his cheeks as your lips kiss his plump flesh, his smile bubbling warmth in your heart, his arms wrapping around your waist, squeezing you tightly against his chest, his nose nuzzling in your neck as your fingertips lace together behind his neck. “I love you so much.”

“I love you so much,” he whispers, kissing your neck lightly, pulling his torso back, kissing your lips, before chuckling quietly. “Hey, Piglet. Did y’a find what you were lookin’ for?”

“Mhm, I did! Now, sit down, ‘kay?”

Okay.”

“Happy Father’s Day, Daddy. I love you,” she smiles, hugging his waist tightly, kissing his cheek, placing her carefully wrapped present in his palms, her cheeks blushing pink as she rocks on her heels, waiting patiently as he peels open her wrapping paper.

“I love you, too, Little One.”

His heart swelled as he peeled open her perfectly wrapped, decorated paper, her soft handwritten letter tucked underneath a fresh, leather wallet, his fingertips opening one portion, his blue orbs hidden with tears as he admires their favourite pictures of their family, a picture of him and her cuddling on a beach making his heart bubble with love. He lightly swept a tear off his cheek, his lips pressing a kiss on her cheek as he smiles, holding her picture against his heart as he smiles, admiring her nervous behaviour as she nuzzles into his hold.

“Now, y’a have to read my letter, okay?”

“I love you so much, y’know t’at? I love you to the moon.”

“I love you, too, Daddy. I love you all the way back.”

He smiled, his lips curving into a grin, kissing her forehead lovingly, peeling her envelope’s seal as his fingertips pry her letter out. She tucked her figure underneath his arm, her hands wrapping around his waist as he acknowledges her handwritten note. His cheek lay against her hair, her ankles crossed and tossed over his lap, his girlfriend padding around their bed frame and sitting on their mattress’ edge, his bright blue orbs bubbling with tears as he carefully read her letter.

Dear Daddy,

Happy Father’s Day!

Thank you for being such a great daddy.

Daddy, you are so nice and you love me and Mummy so much.

Thank you for being my daddy.

I love you to the moon and all the way back.

Love, Em x

He chuckled quietly, carefully setting his letter on his bedside table, lifting her onto his lap, squeezing her figure against his chest, his lips pressing against her cheek as he embraces her, her cheek flat against his collarbone, his whispers barely audible, his heart swollen and content with love, her thumb swiping a stray tear off his cheek.

“Em, t’ank you for lettin’ me be your Daddy.”

“Didn’t have a daddy before. But, I have you, now – and you love me and my mummy so much – and you’re my favourite daddy.”

“I love you so much – and you’re my favourite girl, too. Promise, I’ll always be your daddy.”

“I love you to the moon.”

“I love you all the way back.”

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niallhoran: special thank you to my girlfriend and my little gem for making my first ‘Father’s Day’ so special. i love you to the moon and all the way back. xx

- Chapter eight: Part two -

“There are a million reasons why this shouldn’t work…but there is only one reason why it should…”


25 weeks

“As your baby grows, more sounds will become audible to him or her. Around week 25 or 26, babies in the womb have been shown to respond to voices and noise. Recordings taken in the uterus reveal that noises from outside of the womb are muted by about half. The most significant sound your baby hears in the womb is your voice. In the third trimester, your baby can already recognize it. He will respond with an increased heart rate that suggests he is more alert when you’re speaking.”


I arose the next morning in his bed, my lungs filling with the mind-dizzying scent of him as the faint twinge of his fingers gently glided over the front of my body. His face was nuzzled against the top of my shoulder, the strap of the tank top I was wearing having inched down over my arm as his stubbled chin grazed across the soft skin. My eyes remained closed; not ready to let the leaking sunlight fully wake me as I faced away from him, pushing my head further down into the cushy pillow.

Tiny kisses were being pressed to the round of my shoulder as the slight drag of his fingertips over the swell of my covered tummy made a gentle smile pull across my lips. I was beyond sleepy as we had spent the entire night together; talking and laughing, really getting to know each other before Niall was once again buried inside me with his mouth on my throat and his hands in my hair. I knew I didn’t stand a chance trying to stop myself from being with him, to stop myself from wanting to feel him inside me and taking me well beyond any place I thought I deserved, so I didn’t even try. We fucked for more than an hour, every movement slowed and every sense heightened as we savored in the intoxicating and rousing pleasure of one another. He held me after, both of us drifting off and barely moving all night, that was until I felt his frisky touch attempting to ease me from my sleep.

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@stacksonstacksonstacksgirl asked: Okay so here’s my request! How about something where Niall has some family thing to go to and you of course go with him and you spend a lot of the time there with his nephew and he loves it so later on in the night he tells you that he wants to try for a baby only to find out you don’t need to try anymore 😉

Niall couldn’t see how big his smile was, but the ache in his cheeks was saying he was smiling a little bit too much. You, a grown woman, were sitting on the floor with his nephew, a toddler, playing with his new toys Santa had got him for Christmas. You went all out, making sound effects from roaring dinosaurs to a firetruck siren. The two of you were having an absolute blast.

He felt like his heart could explode in his chest, the love he had for the both sending fireworks all over his body. Watching you like this with his own family encouraged endless fantasies about how you’d be with your family that the two of you would come up with. You two had talked about having children, and Niall hadn’t stopped thinking about it ever since. He knew you’d be a fantastic, caring, fun mother to you children. He wanted to experience it sooner more than later.

The conversations you’ve had about starting a family were totally hypothetical. What would your kids names would be, what traits they’d take form each of you, asking each other about what you would do in certain scenarios. The conversations were easy and interesting to carry, fun to talk and fantasize about. Talking about it for real set Niall’s nerves on edge. He didn’t know why. He knew you wouldn’t be opposed to the idea. 

You were sitting next to him in bed, playing a silly game on your phone. It didn’t matter if you had children of your own or were playing with one, you were generally a big kid just as Niall was. He awkwardly kissed your cheek, trying to get your attention without actually saying anything. It worked. You turned your head to look at him, eyebrows raised a fraction. Niall shyly smiled, still not using his words. You paused your game as you chuckled at him. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You wanted to know. You could see his hands fiddling, picking at a hang nail in the bottom frame of your vision, a tell sign that he was thinking way too hard about something. 

Niall sighed, slowly letting his body fall dramatically on you, his head landing right in your lap. You snorted, hands flying up to his hair. Niall turned over on his back so he was looking up at you. There was a longer piece in the front that framed his face, you took it in your fingers and started to braid it.

“You still want to have kids with me, don’t ya?” Niall questioned, sounding and feeling silly. He most definitely knew what your answer would be. You tilted your head.

“Yes. Of course I do.” You confirmed. You didn’t even have to think about it, you were actually more focused on braiding his hair. “Why do you ask?”

“I want to start. Like, as soon as possible.” He blurted out. 

You two were staying with his family for the holidays, maybe this wasn’t exactly the right time to be talking about it. Also, such a serious conversation shouldn’t be brought up on a whim like he was doing now. You talked about it all the time, but actually sitting down and planing for a baby needed to be thought out carefully.

Niall frowned when you made a face. He couldn’t tell if it was a good or a bad thing. Your lips puckered, eyebrows raised and a weird look in your eye as you played with his hair. He started to over think. Had you changed your mind, even though you said you wanted children with him not even ten seconds ago? This was definitely a weird time to bring it up.

“Well, not as soon as possible but, like… Soon. But not too soon, whenever you’re ready is the most important thing. But I don’t want to wait. But also, I feel like we should? Is that what you’d want?” He babbled, talking way too much. 

He sat up, even though you were still in the middle of his braid, and adjusted himself on his knees. You tried to hide your smile, but really couldn’t help it. A chuckle accidentally escaped.

“Stop laughin’ at me, I’m bein’ serious!” Niall complained, he also let out an awkward laugh. He took your hand in his. You always had incredibly soft hands. He gave your palm a kiss.

“You hear what I’m sayin’? I want to have a baby.” Niall said. You nodded.

“I hear what you’re saying.” You whispered. Niall kissed your hand again, then sent kisses all the way up your arm, to your shoulder, to your cheek, and then working his way back down to your hand.

“We don’t really have to try.” You muttered, pressing your lips together. Hopefully that was all you had to say for Niall to catch, but knowing him he’d need way more detail than that. 

He stopped, then looked at you. He shook his head a beat, as if trying to understand what you were saying. He thought he knew what you meant, but there was no way. 

“What do you mean? What’re you talkin’ about?” Niall quizzed, his spirit rising each second. 

“I’m already pregnant, Ni.” You answered. 

Hearing the actual words immediately made Niall smile, ear to ear. And he was suddenly unable to sit still. He jumped up, hands flying to his hair in surprise, stuttering a response. Your knew he would be happy, ecstatic, over the moon, but Niall standing to his full height on the bed caught you off guard. You put your hands out, telling him to sit back down before he fell and hurt himself. Niall half listened, coming down from off the bed only to pace around the room.

There was no way he was awake right now, or even alive. Niall was pumped, his blood running and adrenaline rushing through his veins. He asked if you were sure about six times in less than a minute. Each time, you confirmed. Niall giggled, and then burst out into loud laughter. Then he realized something. You had known for a while.

“How long have you known? How far along are you? Have you been to a doctor?” Niall pressed. 

You unintentionally found out you were pregnant when you went to the doctor for a totally different reason. They ran a test on you and dropped the bomb. But they let you know that everything was alright and running as expected.

“I’ve known for… a while.” You claimed. Niall was standing at the edge of the bed, so you crawled to him, sitting up on your knees. Niall’s hands went to your waist to hold you close to him.

“When were you going to tell me?” Niall wanted to know. He wasn’t hurt that you kept such wonderful news from him, more so why you waited to tell him about it. Niall had undone the cute braid you had given him, his hair crinkled at that part.

“Soon, I swear. The holidays came up so quick and… I guess I just forgot.” You half smiled, shrugging.

It was sort of the truth. No one just “forgets” they’re pregnant. You mostly wanted to wait until you were out of the clear for pregnancy complications, but by then Niall would have surely noticed something was different about you. 

“I guess I don’t have to ask if you’re happy about it.” You joked, according to the way Niall behaved. He was still smiling, cheeks flushed with pink. You don’t think you have ever seen him this happy.

“You kiddin’? I’m… I’m… Shit, what’s the word? There isn’t a word in the dictionary that can describe how thrilled I am! I’m gonna be a dad for Christ sake!” Niall grinned. You giggled.

“I’m gonna be a mommy!” You smiled.

Niall’s lips came on yours for a quick kiss, and then he sank to his knees in front of you, rolling up your shirt. You saw this coming, he was such a cliche sometimes. A bump wasn’t even close to showing, but you could feel that there were more than two people in the room currently. Niall’s huge hands were on your sides. He kissed right below your belly button, and pressed his ear to your stomach.

“Hello? Can ya hear me?” Niall cooed. He tapped his fingers on your skin. You rolled your eyes, laughing at how silly he could be, and buried your head in your hands.

“They’ll be able to soon.” You mentioned. 

“I’m going to talk to it and sing to it every day, so they’ll know me voice. It? He? She?” Niall then questioned. Whether he had a son or a daughter, he really didn’t care. He did talk about having a boy more so than he did about having a girl.

Your hands went into his hair as he peppered more kisses all over your stomach. Niall’s heart fluttered at your touch, losing himself in kissing you. He couldn’t wait to watch you grow and blossom. He wished he could fast forward through time so he could cuddle you and your newborn. Then again, he didn’t want to miss a single moment of your pregnancy. 

“Ooh! It could be twins!” Niall realized. You scoffed.

“Don’t even joke.”

The King’s Princess

Narry Version || Female POV

“Daddy, can we get ice cream on our way home?” The soft voice of Niall’s almost five-year-old daughter was quiet but completely audible to his trained ear. He glances over at her, trying to not smile at her eyes doing the best puppy dog pout.

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