Niall bent down and placed his hands on his knees, attempting to catch his breath while still watching his twelve year old son dribbled the soccer ball towards the makeshift goal in their backyard. They’d already spent three hours out here, going over tactics and rules, Niall loving every minute of teaching his son the dynamics of one of his favourite sports.
Dylan had mentioned that he’d wanted to try out for the school team but was nervous about making an utter fool of himself, he wasn’t always the most coordinated of teenagers and the last thing he wanted to be was the laughing stock of his class. Niall had reassured him that they’d practice every day for as long as Dylan wanted until he felt confident and that was exactly what they had done.
Niall watched with pride as Dylan scored the goal, the boys eyes lighting up as he turned back to look at his Dad, the biggest smile on his face. “Dad!” He said excitedly, bounding over to where Niall was standing. “Did you see that?!” “I sure did, you’re going to be the best on the team this year.” “Do you really think so?” Niall smiled ruffling his son’s brown hair playfully. “Absolutely, you’ll be better than both myself and your uncle Louis soon enough.”
Dylan’s eyes widened even more, a hopeful look in his bright blue eyes. “Can I call him and see if he wants to come play with us? I can beat both of you then!” Niall nodded, chuckling as he watched his son run back into the house, your voice echoing out a minute later telling him to take off his muddy shoes. Niall shook his head and looked towards where the dirty soccer ball was resting against the fence, happy that his son had found something that he loved; something that they could enjoy together.