"So before your dad comes back I'm just gonna fill you in on the fact that we're in a relationship." He grinned, nearly bouncing on the balls of his toes. "You dad wouldn't let me see you, he doesn't really like me honestly, said it wouldn't be good since you didn't remember much...but I've been here everyday. I promise I have been here everyday." He breathed looking up at you through his lashes. "I've missed you, you know...well you probably don't because you don't remember me." He bit down on the corner of his lip, the smile on his lips faltering a bit. "Niall..." You spoke softly with a tiny smile tugging at your lips as his eyes widened. "You...you remember me." He stammered, with bewildered eyes. "My dad..." You shook your head, unconsciously toying with the ring on your finger. "He told me about you actually...a lot about you honestly. Said you're the little blond boy that convinced me to move iin with em...and that you gave me this." You whispered thumbing over the ring. A sigh fell from his lips as he nodded his head. "I know I don't remember much at all right now...but I do know that you loved me. Love me I mean. Says so on the inside of the ring." You smiled up at him.
He looked down at you with heavy eyelids, bringing his hand up to scratch at the hairs growing from his cheek. "You-you really don't remember us..." He frowned, his shoulder sagging at the realization. "I'm sorry." You whispered after a quick shake of your head, your eyes trained on the little boy asleep with his face nuzzled in his neck. "Dont be..." He mumbled with a tight smile and a slight shrug. "This is Noah...and uh he's our son." He spoke softly, tightening his hold around the little boy. He continued on, trying to fill in all of the blanks about the little boy you weren't able to tear your eyes off of. "What about you? Can-can you tell me stuff about you too?" You asked with furrowed brows after watching him set Noah down on the couch behind him. "Uh there's not much to tell you about me [Y/N]..." He shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets as he inched closer to your bed. "Shit...I never told you my name did I. Liam. I'm Liam." "Liam..." You repeated, catching a tiny smile take over his lips at that. "Thank you for telling me about him, Liam. I'd still like to know about you though...or about us-uh we are together right?" You asked with furrowed brows as he nodded with a small smile on his lips. "How about we talk more tomorrow...you just took in a lot of information. Give your noggin a bit of a rest babe."
He stood behind you with his arms crossed over his chest. "Still nothing?" He asked with a sigh falling from his lips as he watched you look around your shared apartment, peering at the pictures along the sides of the wall unit. Looking over at him with a small frown on your lips, you shook your head. Everything was still blank. He brought his hand up to tug at his hair a groan leaving his mouth. "[Y/N] I need you to remember. I've done everything the doctors told me to. I've taken you to places that should have brought something back...and still nothing." He dropped his hands to his side defeatedly. "I'm trying Lou..." Your frown deepened as you turned to face him. "Try harder." He rose his voice slightly, and tears began to fill his eyes, his shoulders trembling a bit. "I need you to remember [Y/N]...I need you to remember me. I need you-you need to remember what we had [Y/N]." He sobbed, bringing his hands up to shield his flushed face as his body trembled. "Please remember me." He mumbled into his hands. "I'm trying to Louis...don't act like I'm not trying. This is hurting me too..."
You smiled down at him sadly as he thumbed at the back of your hand absent-mindedly. "[Y/N] I don't think I could ever forget you. You're my best friends." He yawned before a smile took over his lips. "I-ah I know. Always have been." You stammered the smile on your lips faltering a bit and he noticed because the smile on his lips faded away. "What?" He asked with knitted brows. "Nothing...just happy you're awake. That's all." You shot him a slanted grin, sliding into the seat beside his bed. "I am too...you're the first person I asked my mom for when I woke up." He smiled a crinkly eyed smile your way. Your chest constricted at the words that left his lips. "I...I know. She told me." You gave his hand a bit of a squeeze. "So are you gonna be filling me in on what's been going on these days or what." He yawned, bringing his free hand up to rub at his eyes. "We can do that tomorrow...you're tired Z. Go to sleep. I'll still be here when you wake up" You let out a yawn of your own looking on as he nodded his head slowly, sleep easily winning over the battle. "I love you, you know. Always been my right hand " He shot you a slanted smile.
He stared at you with his eyebrows furrowed, "I can't remember..." He mumbled, a small frown taking over his lips. With a shake of your head, you reached forward placing your hand on his knee. "It's okay Harry...it'll come to you." His eyes trailed down to your hand on his knee, looking at the rings on your fingers before tentatively tracing over the jewellery. "I just-I feel bad that remember everything about me and I don't know anything about you. It's kind of not fair you know..." He spoke quietly, glancing up at you through his lashes. "I like this one. Can I have it?" He muttered tapping at one of your rings. A snort slipped through your lips as you shook your head once glancing down at the one he tapped, "That's funny, you always told me this ring was too bulky for my hand...that you never liked it. Hmm maybe it was just your tactic to get it for yourself huh?" You teased, but nonetheless began pulling of the ring and slipping it into his hand. "I feel like I'm telling on myself..." He said with a small chuckle. "Oh you definitely are babe. All of those times my rings gone missing and popping up at your house, you've been wearing it huh?" You knocked your knee into his. "I have no idea what you're talking about." He laughed, you did too for a bit before remembering he really didn't know what you were talking about and a slight frown took over you lips. "You will one of these days, H."
Zayn's is different from all the others and I'm not even sorry
Four times Louis had told your son James not to play football in the house, and yet the mischievous six year old was still kicking around the ball. He had nearly just knocked over one of Louis' Brit awards, and that was the last straw. "That's it! You're grounded, no football for a week," Louis says, taking the football and holding it out of James' reach. "Go to your room." James' eyes get wide; he has never been grounded before. "Dad, that's not fair! That's mine!" "James, I told you four times to stop playing in the house, and you still did. You live in my house, you live by my rules." Your son stomped off to his room, only to come out a few minutes later with his small backpack slung on his shoulders. "Dad, I'm running away," he declares, a determined expression on his face. Louis looks at him skeptically, remembering when he did this same thing when he was six, and decided to do the same thing his mum did to him. "Really, James? Why?" "I can tell that you hate me now. I'll leave so I won't bother you anymore." Louis sighs, a serious expression on his face. "I don't hate you, buddy, but you are six years old. I can't stop you if you really want to leave." James mouth falls open in surprise as he sees his dad reach into his pocket and pull out a few pounds. "Here's some money for the tube, and for a pay phone so you can call us when you get somewhere." The little boy is still speechless as Louis walks him to the front door. "I'll miss you, James. Maybe you can visit on Christmas or something," Louis says when they reach the porch, bending down to give James a hug. "Dad, you're letting me just leave?" James asks incredulously, and Louis nods. "You're six now, James, you're old enough to make your own decisions. If you don't want to live by my rules then I guess you'll just have to find somewhere else to live." James starts walking down the front walkway, taking slow, unsure steps. When he gets to the street, he glances back at his father, watching as Louis gives him one last wave and turns to go back inside. "Dad, wait!" He cries, running back up to him and jumping into Louis' waiting arms. "Dad, I'm really sorry I played football in the house. Please don't make me leave." Louis picks his son up, holding him tight to his chest. "I won't, James. I could never let you just leave. You're my partner against mum and your sister. If you left, I'd be all alone." The two go back inside, deciding to forget all about James' punishment.
"Shit." Niall cursed to himself when he opened up your six year old daughter Emily's room to find it empty and the window wide open. He had sent her to her room ten minutes ago after he found her eating a bowl of ice cream before dinner, even though she had been told multiple times not to. Niall had been having a rough day, having just got back from a small tour in America and being jet lagged, so when he discovered his daughter disobeying him, he let his temper get the best of him and scolded her rather loudly, causing the small girl to burst into tears and run into her room. Niall had calmed down a bit before going to Emily's room to talk to her, only to find her missing. His heart pounded in fear as he ran outside, frantically calling her name as he ran down the block. He reaches the end of the block and halfway through the next before he hears the familiar whimpers of his little girl. "Emmy," He says, his heartbeat slowing down when he sees her sitting against a tree, clutching her Hello Kitty book bag to her chest. She looks up at her father's voice, quickly running into his open arms, her tears creating a wet spot on his shirt. "'M sorry, daddy, I was gonna come back, promise, but I got lost and couldn't see home anymore," she mumbles, and Niall gently rubs her back, picking up her book bag as he starts to walk back to his house. "It's alright, Princess, I'm here. Daddy's got you," he whispers to her, "Don't you ever do that again, Emmy. I was so scared." Emily bring her head up to look at him, their identical eyes locking. "I'm sorry, daddy. I love you." Niall chuckles lightly, kissing her cheek as he responds. "I love you, too, Princess. Daddy's sorry for yellin' at ya earlier."
You had passed away from cancer about a year earlier, leaving Zayn and fifteen year old Ally alone, and lately, the two have been distant and rude with each other, not quite knowing how to cope with their feelings without you there. So, when Zayn comes home from the studio one day to find the house empty and quiet, he doesn't think much of it, as Ally was often out with her friends or boyfriend, Hayden. However, when it got to be the next morning, and he still had not heard a word from his daughter, he began to panic, calling her cell multiple times only to get sent straight to voicemail. By lunch, he had gotten the police involved, filing a missing persons report, and he felt awful. This is his fault, if he had been closer to Ally and actually spent time with her then this wouldn't have happened. For the millionth time, he wished that you were here, because he was honest to God terrified and needed your comfort right now. Finally, at 10:08 PM, he got a call from an unknown number and picked up on the first ring. "Hello?" "...Daddy?" Relief courses through Zayn's veins at his daughters voice, although he is still slightly angry. "Ally, where the hell are you? I've the police looking--" he suddenly stops at the sound of Ally sobbing, and his anger quickly vanishes. "Ally, what's wrong? Where are you?" "Dad, I'm at some gas station next to the Super 8 motel a few towns over, you know? H-Hayden wanted me to run away with him because he told me it would help me deal with mum being gone and I said yes, because I'm tired of feeling like this, and you never comfort me anymore or anything, I felt like Hayden was the only one who cares about me." Zayn starts to interrupt, but Ally just continues. "B-but he doesn't, daddy, he brought me to this motel and tried to--tried to do stuff I didn't want to do, and when I refused, he got mad and hit me, and that's when I came here. I wanna come home, dad, I'm scared." Zayn's heart broke as he stood up and grabbed his keys, keeping his phone to his ear as he slips on his jacket. "It's alright, love, I'm on my way to get you right now. Does Hayden know you're there?" "I-I don't know, I don't think so, but he seemed pretty mad when I left, I'm scared he's gonna hurt me again, dad." Zayn's already in his car at this point, on his way to daughter. "Just stay on the phone with me, alright, Ally? I'll be there as soon as I can." His daughter hiccups on the other end, and Zayn continues talking to calm her down. "And for the record, I love you so so much Ally. I am so proud of everything you have done. I know I've been shit at showing it lately, but it's true, and I promise we'll fix our relationship. How about tomorrow, you and I go and see mum, yeah?"
"Dad, dad hurry up, it's almost starting!" Four year old Andrew said, tugging on Liam's pant leg. Liam doesn't look down at his son, too focused on his two month old daughter fussing in his arms. "Just a minute, Andy. Let me get your sister to sleep and then I'll be out to watch cartoons with you." Andy's face falls; Saturdays are usually Andy-Liam time, but ever since the baby came, he's had to learn to share you and Liam, an he wasn't used to it. "But Dad, Superman's already on TV!" This happens for ten more minutes before Liam finally gets frustrated with everything going on and snaps at the little boy. "I said in a minute, Andy! If you can't stay quiet until your sister gets to sleep then you won't be watching cartoons at all!" Andy's brown eyes fill with tears as he rushes out of the room, and Liam finally gets the baby to sleep a few minutes later. However, when he quietly closes her door and goes out to the living room, Andy is nowhere in sight-- and the front door is wide open. Liam's heart pounds as he rushes outside, contemplating what to do, not wanting to leave a tiny baby home alone, but still wanting to find his son. His eyes scan down the block, eventually spotting the small boy running down the sidewalk, towards the busy intersection. Liam sprints to catch up to him, shouting, "Andrew Joseph Payne! Do not take another step!" Andy freezes, his brown eyes widening. He's never been yelled at by his dad before. When Liam reaches him, he kneels to his level, a stern and angry expression on his face. "What were you thinking?! You know you're not supposed to leave the house without me or mummy, especially to cross the intersection!" Andy's bottom lip trembles , tears spilling down his cheeks. "D-daddy, you don't love me anymore. You forget about me all the time and you only love sissy now." Liam sighs, his expression softening as he brings the small boy into his arms. "Andy, you know that is not true at all. Sissy is just a little baby, she needs mine and mummy's help more than you right now. I love you so much, buddy." Andy wipes his eyes as Liam stands and begins making his way back home. "How much, daddy?" He asks, looking up at Liam hopefully. Liam laughs, moving Andy so he is sitting on his shoulders, just like he likes. "I love you to infinity and beyond, Andy."
The minute Harry steps through the front door after work, his fourteen year old daughter Paige rushes up to him, a frantic look on her face. "Dad, dad, I can't find Darcy anywhere, she's gone, I'm sorry-" An image of his four year old daughter Darcy pops up in his mind, worry creeping into his veins, but he knows he has to stay calm. "What do you mean, she's gone? What happened?" "Um, she was mad that I wouldn't play her princess game with her because I was right in the middle of putting Charlie down for his nap, and when I came out of his room, she was gone, I looked everywhere, even under all of the beds and in the cupboards." Harry sighs, closing his eyes as he rubs his temples, wondering why this had to happen on the one day Harry got home before you. "Alright, you stay here with Charlie and I'll go look outside," he tells Paige, and she nods, chewing her lip nervously. Harry turns around and exits the house, his mind working in overdrive. He tries to think of where he would go if he was an angry four year old, and it takes only a few minutes for Harry to figure out exactly where his daughter is. He makes his way over to the small, hidden fort he had built for Darcy a couple weeks and kneels down so he can knock lightly on the door. "Darc? You in there? It's daddy." A small sniffle is heard from inside before he door is swung open, a small body quickly flinging itself into Harry's arms. "Hiya, daddy!" Harry chuckles, kissing the top of her head before pulling back to look in her eyes. "Darc, you really scared Paige. She couldn't find you anywhere, she was very worried. Why didn't you tell her you were going to play out here?" Her tiny eyebrows furrow, a pout forming on her lips. "She told me not to bug her anymore or she'd tell Santa I was naughty." Harry laughed again, picking Darcy up as he stands and begins making his way back to the house. "Don't worry, Darc, Santa knows you were very good this year. Now, lets go apologize to your sister."