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There's Something Wrong With Dad

Fifteen years ago, something terrible happened to my family. Its taken a lot of therapy and drugs to help me cope with it. I still think about those days a lot. I can’t seem to get some of the images out of my mind. They scare me, they keep me up at night. I want to forget, but I can’t seem to.

My therapist told me I should write it all out. She said that it would help purge some of these memories. I’m not sure if I believe her, but I’m going to try. I have to. I need peace of mind. I can’t keep living like this.

A couple things you need to know before I begin: 1) My family didn’t believe in technology. We didn’t have a tv, a computer, a phone, anything. My dad believed those things would rot your brain out and he was always happy to tell people just that. 2) My family didn’t like to be bothered. Our house was out in the hills down a dirt road. We didn’t have neighbors. We didn’t have company. It was just us. My mom, my dad, and my brother Jay. My mom home schooled us and my dad would take his truck into town to work at the bank.

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Daddy 5SOS Preference: Fights (Ashton)

Hey can you do one where the boys have an argument with their wives and they want a divorce and the kids are teenagers and get really scared but then it turns out all good?

A/N: As it is with married prompts, Calum’s will be a bit different. I hope you enjoy it though! Remember, non-anon prompts are open! I didn’t make all the kids teenagers, just so I could mix things up a bit and make sure the stories weren’t the same. These will be coming at you one at a time over the next few days, so get ready! xx

It was a tradition that Ashton brought Jake presents every time he returned from tour. It was something Ashton enjoyed and Jake looked forward to each time Ashton had to leave. This time around was no different, but the present was issue.

“Mom!” twelve-year-old Jake came running into the kitchen where you were cooking dinner. “Look what Dad got me!” He held up a brand new iPhone, and your eyes widened.

“Wow! Jake, that’s cool,” you replied, eyes trailing up to Ashton, who was looking guiltily at you. “Dad got you that?”

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#120: Whispering to the baby.

Prefs yo

Liam: “Hi, baby.” He whispered when her eyes finally fluttered open.“You’re so pretty, you look just like your Mummy.” He smiled, taking a second to look at you, asleep in the hospital bed. “Don’t you wake her now or she’ll be upset, she worked very hard for you today and she needs a good sleep.” He bounced the baby in his arms as she gazed up at him with big brown eyes. “You’re gonna be the prettiest little girl this world has seen." 

Zayn: ”Come to Daddy.” He smiled, taking his new boy out of the nurses arms. “That sounds funny, doesn’t it?” He laughed, looking up to see your smiling face at the sight before you. Your two favourite lads. “You’re such a stud.” He whispered down at the quiet baby, his eyes almost closed. “You’re gonna get all the ladies mate, I swear it.” He laughed, looking up to wink at you before continuing. “I’m gonna show you my ways, hell, look at the piece of ass I scored.” “Zayn!”

Louis: ”I was mad at you, but your face is far too cute for me to hold a grudge.” He smirked, looking down at his baby girl in his arms. “You were hurting my baby over there, she was crying and screaming, and I was mad at you because it was your fault. Well, half my fault— but at the time, it was yours.” He shrugged, not taking his eyes off her bright blue ones. “But you’ve got a face to end wars, Darling.” He sighed. “And for that— I forgive you.”

Niall: ”Your Mom and I did good, huh champ?” He whispered, staring down at his little boy in his arms. “Your Mum wanted you really bad, we both did really. And don’t you ever make us regret this. Although, I doubt we will. We’ll be here for you for whatever, Buddy.” He smiled, teary-eyed as he looked up at your sleeping body. “Don’t you hurt her.” He whispered. “All she deserves is happiness and that’s all she’s gonna get.”

 Harry: "You’re not my first baby.” He whispered, carefully thumbing over her cheek. “But you’re my first girl.” He smiled down at her. “You’ve got two brothers waiting in the lobby and they’re dying to meet you.” He sighed, bouncing his knee as he balanced her in his arms. “They’re gonna take care of you.” He nodded. “We’re all gonna take care of you. And you’re gonna be my little baby until I can knock up your mother a fourth time.” He laughed, ignoring your death stare. “I’m joking.” He laughed, not just to the baby. “No matter how many kids we have, we’ll always take care of you.”

A/N: FOR ALL OF YOU THAT MESSAGED ME I LOVE YOU AND I HAVEN’T REPLIED TO ANY YET BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH AND ILY TO THE 58 OF YOU <3333 AND IF YOU HAVEN’T MESSAGED ME YET AND YOU WANT TO— DO IT! YOU GUYS ARE BEAuties!