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strawnarrries · 9 months

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Niall fluff PLS

dad niall pulling out his dad skills on his wife

Squeezing the water out of your hair, you swung open the glass door and stepped out of the shower, onto the soft, white rug in front of the door. You grabbed your towel on the hook against the wall and wrapped it around your shoulders. Your husband stood in front of his sink on his side of the bathroom counter, washing his face. You looked up at him once you heard his thick, Irish accent echoing throughout the bathroom.

“Baby, why are ya bleedin’?” he asked frantically, ignoring the foamy face wash dripping down his neck.

You looked down at where he was staring and saw a small cut just below your kneecap, blood pooling at the opening and leisurely trickling down your leg, reminding you of your mistake a few minutes ago, “Oh, I accidentally cut myself with my razor.”

“Ya got yourself good didntcha?” he asked before preceding to aggressively rub the soap into his face.

“Yeah, it hurt so bad,” you replied while drying off your body, avoiding wiping the blood on the towel.

“Gimme a sec and I'll help ya” he hummed before splashing his face with water, washing away the soap.

"I'm okay," you giggled at him, heart swelling at how sweet he was to you.

While you squeezed the water out of your hair with the towel before wrapping it around your body, Niall patted his face dry with a washcloth before bending down and grabbing a bandaid out from the bottom drawer.

"Niall, I don't need a bandaid, it's just a little cut," you protested but he didn't listen. It was like he never heard you in the first place.

After grabbing a tissue, he walked over to you, crouched down, and was now face-to-face with your wound.

"Niall," you giggled at him, looking down at watching him.

"My poor baby," he pouted, pressing a sweet kiss to your kneecap.

He wiped away the blood with a tissue before quickly sticking the bandaid against your cut. He pressed a kiss over the bandaid before standing back up with a popping sound from his knees and throwing away the wrappers.

"All better. I even kissed your boo-boo," he grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist covered by the damp towel.

"You're so dramatic," you giggled at him.

He gave you a peck on the lips before replying, "Am not. My girl is crippled. Can't walk now, can she?"

He knew you were right, but he just liked seeing you grin.

"C'mere, baby girl," he grunted, picking you up bridal style, "I've gotcha."

"Becoming a dad to a toddler has got you all babyie," you giggled.

"That's not a word," he replied with a chuckle.

He walked into your shared bedroom, gently setting you down on your bed while you squealed, "Niall, I'm not even dressed yet, I'm still wet."

"Two of my favorite versions of you," he smirked, punching his eyebrows up at you, "Naked and wet."

"Oh my gosh, stop," you giggled, immediately getting off of the bed, "You're gonna get my side of the bed wet and then I'm gonna have to sleep in the guest bedroom."

"Look whose bein' dramatic now," he teased.

"You don't get me naked or wet now!" you teased back before storming back into the bathroom.

"Wha-Y/N, c'mon!"

You couldn't help but giggle.

i cant figure out if i think this idea is cringy or cute lol lmk what you all think

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horansqueen · 11 months

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Babygirl

OU - FLUFF (rated T)

Niall lost the girl he loves back in 2014, right before starting 1D’s last tour. When Louis invites him to a Christmas party 5 years later, he never thought he’d see her again. And she’s not alone. She brought her daughter with her… HIS daughter. Now, Niall has to reorganize his life to add a kid in it, and it’s not an easy task to achieve. It takes a good dose of patience, a small dose of humility and lots, lots of love.

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violetsandfluff · 2 years

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@carma-fanficaddict

Niall sat down, straddling a picnic bench as he placed a hand on your knee. “Missed you so much, love. What’ve you been up to since I left?”

“Well,” you looked shyly away from his outgoing blue eyes. “I’ve been meaning to tell you something.”

Niall watched, eyes wide as you pulled the shiny gift bag from below the table. “What’s this, princess?”

“Open it! Find out!”

His eyes twinkled into yours and you wanted to throw yourself at him, but you’d get plenty of chances to do that later.

He pulled out the letter which was folded discreetly up against the side of the bag. “Do I open it?”

“No! Open the gift first!”

“Okay,” he said as he tore at the white tissue paper that held the pregnancy tests, held together by a rubber band, double lines prominent. “What is… oh.”

For a moment your heart dropped. Was he upset?

“Baby,” he from you to the tests in his hand, and back again rapidly, blinking as the realization sank in.

“You’re pregnant,” he breathed. “I made you a mommy?”

“Yes,” you cried as you saw him jump up with excitement. “And I made you a daddy!”

He twirled you around in a circle before kissing you over and over again.

“Can’t believe it,” he repeated. “Im gonna be a daddy. D’you know how far along you are?”

“Five weeks? Maybe?” you shrugged. “I’m so excited!”

“Me too,” he wrapped his arms around your waist as he twirled you around. “I’m so happy, so, so, so happy.” He giggled like a little boy and you had to smile through your happy tears.

Louis, Liam, Zayn, and Harry found them there, shouting in ecstasy and Louis immediately began jumping around with them.

“I’m so happy for you guys!” He shouted. “Nialler’s gonna be a dad!”

“A damn good one at that,” Zayn smiled fondly as he patted him on the back. “Congratulations, Y/N. You’ll have a very nice-looking baby.”

Harry didn’t know what to do. He bent down to Niall and lifted him off the ground. “Congratulations,” he said. He moved over to you and just gave you a normal hug. “Congrats, Y/N. We love you.”

“Anyone who likes Niall is our kinda person,” Liam agreed, smiling as he rubbed your back roughly. “I just wanted to announce that I made this possible, ladies and gentlemen. Niall made the child and I flew the mother out to London.”

“Oh, stop squakin’,” Louis commented. “You had nothing to do with this and we all know it. C’mon, let’s be happy with Y/N and Ni.”

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narrycherries · 1 year

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🌼like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do🌼 part 3 (dadrry)

You and Harry finally get answers about what’s going on with the baby..

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warnings/tags: Harry x reader, dadrry, fluff

Harry has been a nervous wreck ever since the baby had her fussing spell at the studio. He was so worried about her that it was making his stomach ache constantly. She continued to be so clingy and needy after they left that he had to sit in the backseat next to her, holding her little hand to keep her from crying. She only parted ways with him to be nursed. She seemed fine with that, and wasn’t trying to oppose you at all.

And now Harry’s trying to take breaths to calm himself down, the baby in his arms as he walked back into your bedroom. It was a little after four in the morning and she had began to cry. He gave her a bottle, figuring that was what the issue was, but he panicked when she continued to be whiny once the bottle was empty. That’s why he’s climbing in the bed with her now, laying her down on the mattress. You were still asleep, and he didn’t intend on waking you.

Neither of you were comfortable with her sleeping in the bed with you all night just yet, she was still too little. But Harry was planning to stay awake and literally watch her go back to sleep. He felt that keeping an eye on her was more important than sleeping. He had to make sure she wasn’t feeling any pain or looked uncomfortable in any way. He wished she could just tell him what’s going on.

He laid awake the rest of the night and into the morning. He distracted himself with a mindless game on his phone in hopes of staying awake. It worked, because when you groaned and opened your eyes at nine o’clock, you were met with the sight of the baby sitting against his chest, her fingers curiously hitting his phone screen. You stretched your limbs before turning onto your side to face them, your hand touching the side of her leg.

“Good morning, sunshine.” You said with a smile as she looked up at you, dropping the phone and leaning forward to crawl to you. It was a very short distance, but it made your heart melt. “Did you wake Dada up?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “She woke up at three thirty.. went back down at 4.. but I’ve been up since then.”

You furrowed your brows. “Babe, why? Do you feel okay?”

“M’so anxious.. she wouldn’t let me put her in the crib earlier.. wouldn’t let me leave her at all.”

You sighed gently while she grabbed onto the thin strap of your shirt, her pretty eyes on yours.

“Sweet girl, what’s gotten into you, hm?” You ask with a slightly frown. “Dada’s not gonna disappear, baby.”

“Ma ma ma.” She reached for your lip, and you didn’t stop her from grabbing it.

“Baby girl, don’t hurt Mama’s mouth, yeah? Dada’s gotta trim your nails.” Harry pulled her hand down, which got her attention.

She babbled to him, then decided to turn back towards him. He closed his eyes for a moment to compose his nerves. The baby gladly got comfortable against him, her back leaned on his abdomen and her hands messing with his fingers.

“I feel like m’not doing something right.”

You gulped softly, scooting over to be closer to them. “She’s just being a bit clingy, darling. Nothing’s wrong.”

“What if something is, though?”

Even though it was not the easiest thing to deal with, you completely understood Harry’s worry. Your baby was acting different than normal, and that alone is very concerning . Despite not noticing any obvious medical signs, you proposed an option.

“We can take her to the doctor today and get her checked out if you want to, but, baby, I think she’s just anxious to be away from you.”

His lips dropped as the baby turned her head to look at him, a smile on her precious face. He licked his lips and gently touched the side of her head, her soft hair that curled very subtly on the edges made his skin tickle.

“Princess, m’so scared for you, doll.” He grabbed her to bring her closer to his face. He fell onto his back, sitting her on his stomach after kissing her cheek. “Is your tummy hurting? Hm?”

You watched with a sinking heart as he gently rubbed his thumb over her belly while his hands held her in place.

“Dada wishes you could tell us, baby girl.”

“Don’t be scared, okay?” You grabbed his hand, giving it a hard squeeze. “She isn’t bloated or having any bad reactions.”

He shook his head. “Please.. can we take her to the ER?”

“I guess so. Did she have a bottle when she woke up?“ you asked while sitting up, the covers falling to your lap.

“Yeah a bottle and some Cheerios.”

He copied your actions and got off the bed with the baby in his arms, a protective hand against her back as he followed you to the bathroom. The baby started to whine as you disappeared. Harry caught up with you, a worried frown on his face.

“Now she’s doing it with you.”

You took a deep breath while sitting down on the toilet. Harry leaned against the doorframe, the baby reaching out for you.

“Give Mama a few seconds, baby. She isn’t going anywhere.”

“Can you get her dressed?”

“What if she freaks out when you’re out of her sight?”

You finished your business and got up to wash your hands. Harry moved closer to you as you rubbed your hands together under the water. The baby was grunting, her small hand on your shoulder as Harry watched your reflection.

“Hey, sugar plum.” You turned to face her, but didn’t take her from him. “Stay with Dada, okay? You gotta get dressed.”

“Darling, please don’t leave her.” Harry whined, sounding just as anxious as the baby.

“Harry, just put her clothes on, please.”

He didn’t want to argue with you, so when you walked past them to get your own clothes out and handle a few other things, Harry pressed a kiss to the baby’s cheek and headed towards her nursery.

His mind was scattered around - worrying thoughts and feared possibilities were fighting for his attention. What if something was wrong with her that they couldn’t see on the outside? Was it some sort of internal problem? The thought of his daughter experiencing pain that he couldn’t see or notice was frightening. He never wanted her to feel bad at all, let alone be unable to tell him. His hands were shaking as he grabbed a onesie and began dressing her after checking her diaper.

“M’so sorry you’re feeling bad, my girl. I hate this so much.” He told her as he pulled the fabric over her head and gently brought her arms through the holes. “God, I hope it’s just you being a bit clingy, baby, and nothing bad.”

Her eyes were locked on his face as he talked. For now, she was content.

There was a trace of guilt in Harry’s gut as you sat in the emergency room waiting area. He thought about the chance he’d be taking a spot from someone who actually needed it. But then again, what if his baby did need it? He couldn’t stop thinking about what could be wrong. He was holding the baby in his lap while your arm was around his neck, trying to keep him relaxed.

“Hope we brought enough Cheerios.” You said with a small laugh as the baby dug her hand into the container to grab a few pieces.

“I packed an extra bag.” He mumbled, his eyes glued to her face as she ate.

“Are you feeling okay?” You asked while bringing your hand to his chest, giving him slow circular rubs. “Your heart is racing.”

“Just nervous, baby.” He couldn’t stop the corner of his mouth from lifting as the baby turned her head to look at him, that specific name always got her attention. “Hope nothings wrong.”

“Everything will be okay.” You reminded him with a kiss to his cheek. “We’ve jsut got to stay grounded, yeah? If something is wrong.. we have to be brave.. can’t freak out, okay?”

He nodded. “I know, I know.”

“You picked out a cute outfit, Dada.” You said in a cheerful voice, the baby looking at him with a grin. She was wearing a yellow onesie with a white ruffled skirt. “Pretty girl.”

“Honey, M’scared.” Harry mumbled to you.

“Don’t be, Harry. It’s okay.” It hurt you to hear him say that so fearfully, but there was nothing more you could do aside from waiting for the doctor to check her out. “She seems like a happy little bug right now, hm?”

He chuckled as the baby shoved Cheerios in to her mouth, drool slipping down her face as she tried to eat her hand. “Making a mess, sugar plum.” He said to her as she stuck her wet hand back into the container, Cheerios sticking to her hand. “Still cute as a button, though, yeah?”

The door suddenly opened across the room, making Harry perk up. He secured the baby on his lap, waiting for her name to be called. You sat your hand on his thigh, hoping to give him some comfort in this very stressful situation.

“Mathews.” The lady called out, making Harry huff and fall against the back of the chair.

“Fuck.”

“Shh, don’t say that.” You nudged his side, even though he mumbled the word you didn’t like for people, including you two, to swear around the baby.

“Sorry, m’just.. I know she looks fine but.. that doesn’t mean she’s not important.”

You were not surprised anymore at his behavior. You shook your head and gently rolled your eyes, deciding to gather up the baby’s things in case you are called next.

“You’ve got to get your nerves together, babe. Relax.”

“I can’t.” He muttered back, feeling like you were going to mock him if he kept on. “There something’s wrong with our baby.”

You squeezed his knee. “And they’ll take care of her.”

He huffed again. “I know, darling.”

“Ma ma ma.” The baby started to get fussy, which only made Harry worry even more. She reached for you, l most knocking the Cheerios to the ground but Harry grabbed them. “Ma ma!” She was getting louder.

“Come here, baby girl.” You said calmly, for Harry’s sake mostly, and took her from his lap.

She was whining, but not crying so you were thankful for that. Harry watched her closely as she laid her head on your shoulder, her eyes looking at him curiously. He gave her a smile and softly rubbed her cheek with his thumb.

“Dada’s so sorry, my love. I just want you to be better.”

You weren’t sure why she suddenly wanted you, but it didn’t seem out of the ordinary. She was your child, of course she’d need you every now and then. Harry, of course, was letting this go straight to his worried mind.

“She’s okay, Daddy.. probably just a little sleepy.”

“Probably..” He sighed out, wishing he could just fix everything right now. “That’s not.. an answer.”

In order to prevent any more drama or chaos with him, you chose not to reply. He knew you were there for him, emotionally and physically. Everything was going to be okay. Deep down, he knew that, and you knew that. It was hard to keep a clear mind, and fighting or going back and forth about it isn’t going to help.

Five minutes of silence passed by. The baby was cuddled up against you, her eyes struggling to stay open. Harry was letting her hold onto his index finger, giving her up a little shake every couple moments to keep her alert. He didn’t want her to fall asleep just yet. Finally, after what felt like a century for Harry, the doors opened and a lady in pink scrubs leaned against the frame.

“Styles.”

Harry jumped up, grabbing the baby’s bag from the floor. You sighed to yourself as you stood, too, keeping the baby against your shoulder as you started to walk. Harry kept his hand on the small of your back, guiding you to the door. He was so antsy and nervous, fear had taken over his body completely.

“Hi, there, sweetheart.” The nurse said as the baby leaned up, her eyes curiously looking at the woman. “We’re going to get you feeling all better.”

Harry gulped at that, what if they couldn’t? The nurse gestured for you to step into a room after a few moments of walking. Harry was the last to enter, allowing the nurse to go ahead of him. He was extremely afraid of what was going to happen. You were about to sit down in one of the chairs when the woman spoke.

“Do you minding sitting on the chair here?”

“Oh, yeah.” You said with a smile as you used the metal step on the side to help you up.

“S’okay, baby girl.” Harry rushed to your side, the baby was whining a little.

“She’s okay, Harry.” You mumbled back as you got situated, opting to sit her on your lap.

The nurse gave you a smile, even she noticed Harry was being a bit dramatic. “Now, we just got another ER doctor in.. so things should be moving quicker. I’ll do some vitals on her real quick, make sure there’s nothing too extreme we need to worry about.”

“Okay, she’s normally content with these things.” You said as the lady grabbed a small sleeve to check the baby’s blood pressure. “So, i apologize if she gets fussy.”

She shook her head at you. “No worries, honey. If she does get a bit fussy that might help us out.”

Harry was sitting in one of the normal chairs now, his hands clamped together as he stared at the baby, watching her every little move. He felt like he was about to throw up.

The nurse didn’t take very long doing the vital checks. The moment she mentioned the possibility of having to do urine and blood tests, to get a better idea of what was going on internally, Harry started to panic and cry. There was nothing you could do about that, though. He was trying so hard to get his mind together, but the thought of his baby being so sick that she needed blood drawn was heart wrenching to him. It was just a suggestion that could be made, there was no set in stone decision yet. He was unable to realize that.

Once the nurse was gone, you were able to move to the chair next to him, the baby in your lap as one arm was around his shoulders. He was slumped against you, one hand covering his face and the other pressing against the baby’s stomach, making sure she was secured. He just cried for a few minutes, everything was crashing down at once and it was overwhelming.

Eventually, the doctor came to the room and took a look at the baby. He listened to your explanation of what was going on, and decided it would be best to try a few experiments.

“Alright.. so, I’m leaning towards nothing being wrong internally.” He said as he gently pushed against the baby’s stomach. She gave him a weird look and furrowed her brows, which made you smile. She had the cutest reactions. “She’s reacting to me how she should.. either she shouldn’t care or she’s like hey, who’s this guy touching me?”

You laughed quietly at his words, watching closely as the baby began to lose interest in the doctor. He pushed harder, and she was just looking around, not reacting in any bad ways. He nodded to himself and moved to her side, still pressing down to try to detect any internal pain. Nothing was happening that was out of the ordinary.

“Now, we can’t just feel the head or the brain to check. So, if you want us to do a scan on her head, we can definitely do that. But.. I think it’s just going to be some normal anxiety issues.”

You glanced over at Harry as he said that - it was the same thing you had told him several times already.

“That’s what I was assuming.” You sighed gently.

“Based on what’ve you said about how she reacts when you leave or.. her struggle to stay asleep.. I think that’s going to be our answer.”

“I want a scan done, please.” Harry said suddenly, making everyone look over at him.

The doctor rotated his stool slightly to get a better angle. “If that’s a desire you two have, we will have no issue going through with that.” The doctor said. “But first I’d like to do a few things.”

The doctor rolled the stool back, creating some distance from you. He wrote a few things down on his clipboard before sitting it aside and looking back at you.

“Alright, how about we do this. Mom, give her over to Dad and step out of the room for me. We’ll keep the door open for now. Just stand facing away from us.”

You swallowed, but nodded. There was nothing you weren’t willing to do for your baby. You got off the chair and passed her to Harry, kissing her temple softly before letting her go. You didn’t say anything to her, just walked to the door and opened it. You weren’t aware, but the baby turned her head towards you and frowned, her hand reaching out for you. It made Harry’s heart hurt - this was like torture for the baby. You were standing where half of your body was visible.

“Alright, Mom.. now go a little down the hall and I’ll shut the door.” The doctor said as he stood up and grabbed the handle.

You disappeared from the doorway and the door shut. The baby began to whine, hitting her hand against Harry’s shoulder. She was glancing around the room, trying to find you. It was making Harry’s stomach ache as he watched her - confused and unsure. He looked at the doctor, who was just watching the baby closely.

“Alright.” He stood up and opened the door, gesturing for you to come back.

The moment you did, the baby’s eyes lit up and she grinned, reaching for you. You weren’t sure if you could take her just yet, so you gave her a smile and sat down by Harry.

“Now, Dad’s turn.”

Harry gulped as looked over at you. It was all so surreal for him. Why would someone want to torture his baby this way? It was cruel, and it was a waste of time. Of course, it actually wasn’t cruel at all. Harry tended to be more dramatic when it came to the baby. She didn’t give Harry a second of her attention as he passed her to you. You sat her in your lap and let her get comfortable as Harry stood up.

At first, she didn’t realize he had even moved from beside her because she was occupied with playing with your thumb on her belly. But the second she heard the door creak open and shut, she lifted her head and looked next to her, expecting to see her father’s lap or maybe even his eyes looking at her. But there was nothing.

“Ma ma ma!” She whined out, twisting around towards you.

You didn’t say anything, just watched as she reacted to him missing. She struggled to stand up on your thighs, so you helped her up and held on to her tight. The doctor let it go on for about thirty seconds, then called for Harry to come back in.

Everything went back to normal the moment Harry sat down next to you. The baby didn’t even want him, she just needed him to be close by.

“So, when does she normally get like this? When you’re in public or around other people in a smaller room?” The doctor said as he crossed his arms, his gaze fixed on the baby.

“Constantly.” Harry said, it surprised you that he actually decided to do the talking. “If I leave the room for a second, she’ll get fussy. If the two of us aren’t sitting or laying with her constantly she.. she gets upset.”

“Has this been going on a while?”

You shook your head. “Not to this extent. It started getting bad yesterday and we just.. didn’t want to wait in case it was something else.”

The baby babbled to herself as she reached for Harry’s arm. He offered to take her and she practically jumped into his hands, making him chuckle and snuggle her close.

“I’m going to safely say that there is nothing medically, internally, or dangerously wrong with your baby.” The doctor sighed, but offered you a kind smile. “She’s at the age where she’s developed a very secure attachment to her parents and.. anxiety is quite common. She may have days where it’s not as bad, and some when it’s worse. But, she’ll be okay.”

“There’s.. nothing we can do?” Harry asked with furrowed brows and a frown.

“There are pediatric medications.. but I wouldn’t suggest jumping straight onto those. Maybe give this a few weeks, months even, and if things don’t improve in any way.. see your pediatrician for further treatment.”

You took a deep breath. “And the tests? Everything was fine?”

“Yes, from the results we have already, everything is fine. We can still do a brain scan or the blood test if you’re wanting to. No harm in doing that.”

You felt a weight lift off your shoulders. Not only is your baby okay, but Harry will be okay. He’s been so hyped up over this that you had worried he was going to lose his mind. The two of them are your favorite people in the world, and they’re finally both okay. You turned your head towards Harry, biting your tongue as you watched the baby gently pat her hand against Harry’s cheek. He gave her a grin, then smushed a kiss to her cheek, making her squeal. She was happy.

“We don’t need a scan. Thank you so much for everything.”

Harry didn’t say anything, mainly because he knew you were level headed and had this under control. He heard the doctor say nothing was wrong that could be dangerous, and that’s all he really needed to hear.

Harry was exhausted by the time you returned home. He had hardly slept any, and it was catching up to him. You suggested a nap after a quick lunch, which he didn’t turn out. After helping you clean up, he took the baby upstairs to change her out of her now food stained clothes, her baby food landed more on her body than in her mouth. Eventually, you made it to the bedroom where you found them under the covers, Harry’s arm around the baby as she laid on her side, curled into his chest.

“You were right, by the way.. You always know everything.” Harry said through a sigh as you pulled the covers back to slip underneath them.

You smiled, but just shook your head at him. He reached over to drape his arm over your side as you got comfortable next to the baby, not too close though - you didn’t want to smother her.

“Did you give her a bath?” You asked in a whisper as the smell of her lotion quickly took over your nose.

“No, I felt like I was rubbing her skin off when I was cleaning her up.. so I put some lotion on her.”

“You’re the best daddy in the world, y’know?” You sat your hand over his elbow, thumb rubbing his skin in a slow, circular motion. Sometimes he needed the simple things like that.

He huffed. “I freaked out.. like a psycho. I.. I should’ve known it was just..” He stopped himself, gulping gently as his eyes moved down to the sleeping baby next to him.

“You were worried, baby. So was I. There’s nothing wrong with being worried or afraid.” You reminded him, hoping that would ease his nerves - but you knew him too well.

“I lost all the common sense I had, babe. I.. it was like I was freakin’ crazy.”

Dealing with him could ware you out sometimes. Ever since the day you found out you were pregnant, he’s been struggling with anxiety and worry. He doesn’t ever want anything to happen to you or the baby, and it’s a constant thought that refuses to leave his mind.

“You were just worried about our little baby, Harry. Don’t beat yourself over this. You’re the best daddy ever.”

He let the tension go in his shoulders, but he never looked away from her. “I dunno what I’d do if anything ever happened to her.. m’so glad she’s okay.”

“I love you, okay?” You pinched his skin to get his attention.

His eyes shifted to meet yours, a soft smile came to his lips. “I know. I love you more.”

“Look at her, all warm and cozy, hm?” You laughed slightly, admiring the way she was laying.

Her legs were pulled up to her stomach, and both hands were tucked between her body and Harry’s. She was comfortable and content, to say the least. He smiled as he glanced at her, so glad that he was holding her in your bed and not in a hospital bed.

“Our little love bug.” He whispered softly, not wanting to disturb her.

“Take a nap, okay? You need it just as much as she does.”

(a/n: this is the final “part” of this concept (the baby being “sick”), but.. I am definitely willing to write more for this pairing! Should I reveal baby styles’s name in the next update?)

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maddymoreau · 2 years

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Yesterday I played a horror game on Itch.io and can’t get out of my head! It’s called Parasite in Love!

It’s about a rare parasite known as the “brain eating amoeba” infecting a woman named Marlowe. She has only 10 days to get it out or it’ll kill her.

Problem is the parasite has convinced itself that it’s in love with her!

The sound effects, visuals and voice acting ALL OF IT ARE JUST o(⸝⸝>ᗜ<⸝⸝)>♡ SO GOOD!!! It’s a short free or pay what you want game only about one hour, but super solid and unsettling!!!

However MASSIVE TW - Pregnancy Horror, Body Horror and Tokophobia (Fear of Pregnancy)

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violetsandfluff · 2 years

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Part 2: Father’s Day

@carma-fanficaddict

You were exhausted after rushing to pack. You were afraid you’d fall asleep as you drove. You had stopped by the dollar store to pick up a gift bag and tissue paper to wrap the many pregnancy tests, as well as a handwritten note, in.

Niall’s reaction would be so cute. You knew how badly he wanted a baby. You were just concerned that he might try to leave the band. You didn’t want him to feel obligated to stay with you every moment of every day. He would offer to give up anything, presumably.

The drive to the airport was filled with these ideas and a lot of anxiety. You just hoped you would get the aisle seat so you could escape if necessary.

You worried the whole time that you’d miss your flight and that Liam would have to find a different time for you to fly out. In truth, that shouldn’t be too bad, but you were so impatient. Thinking it would still be hours until you could tell Niall made you want to cry. How would you ever wait?

Checking in and going through security was always stressful and you were always worry that you’d be stopped and kicked out. Not that you had any reason, but the possibility that someone might have slipped something into your bag always loomed.

You were relieved when you made it through security and were placed in an aisle seat.

You had managed to cram everything into your carry-on except the gift… you had left the gift in the car. The plane would take off soon and there was a constant stream of people boarding the plane. There was no way that you could get the present now.

It would be okay. You had a notebook, you could write a new note as you flew, and you could buy more pregnancy tests and a gift bag in London. It wouldn’t be hard.

An older couple sat down beside you and immediately began talking as if they’d known you forever.

“Hello, I’m Barbara,” the woman said, sticking out her hand for a shake. “This is my husband Roger. We’re headed to London as an anniversary present from our kids!”

“Oh!” you said. “That is exciting!” You hoped the conversation could be left at that, but the second you lowered your head to begin writing, Barbara continued talking.

“Where are you headed, London too?”

“What? Oh, yes,” you looked back up at the couple, fingers twitching around the pen. “Yeah, I’m headed out to see my fiancé. See…” you lowered your voice so only they could hear you. “I’m pregnant and I’m so excited to tell him that. I had loads of pregnancy tests to prove it ad well, but I left them in the car.”

“Oh, honey,” Barbara said, stroking your arm sympathetically. “Congratulations! I’ll bet you can find a pharmacy there. Tell him happy Father’s Day from Rog and I!”

“Will do!”

The moment you landed, you took out your phone to text Niall to meet you at a park. You would need to find a pharmacy and a cheap gift shop quickly.

He called you as soon as he received the message, shouting about how excited he was that you had come to see him. You just laughed and said that you needed to run a few errands before you got to the park.

The pharmacy wasn’t hard to find and you were able to get a set of two pregnancy tests. That was all you’d need.

It was a bit bizarre to carry your carry-on all through London, but it could be done. You were monitored closely in shops to make sure you were acquiring goods fairly, but they had nothing to worry about.

The sticks were peed on, the letter written, and the gift wrapped she Niall walked up to you, embracing you warmly.

“Baby!” he exclaimed. “What’s brought you out?”

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niallrambles · 2 months

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Dad!Niall

Set in 2024

Lola is 5

You can imagine yourself how you want Lola to look!

Please be kind🥹 any criticism you find let me know!

TW- talks of Cancer in children

It was the first day of Niall's tour. All the talks with producers and set designers had been worth it because the stage looked exactly how Niall wanted it, how he had envisioned it for so long. He had gone for an old movie theater vibe, with light colours, old fashioned curtains and screens that looked like they belonged in the 1970s.

It was a very important show because not only was it the first night, his girlfriend and his daughter would also be there and it would be his daughter's first ever live show.

They all flew over to Belfast a few days before so Niall could play tour guide and show Lola her Irish heritage.

The morning of the show, Niall and Y/N were woken up at 6am by Lola jumping on the bed, too excited for nialls show.

They eventually got to the arena around 1pm, after everyone had gotten dressed, so Niall could make sure everyone was ready and so he could admire the stage set up alone before it was released to the world forever.

Y/N and Lola sat in the room designated for the caterers whilst Lola ate some pasta and chicken for her lunch, Y/N had decided on a simple cheese sandwich. Lola swallowed a few pieces before looking up at her mother.

"Where's daddy? He is missing lunch! Daddy never misses lunch!"

"Daddys doing a very important job baby, he's got some fans who he's meeting!"

Lola nodded and ate another spoonful of food as she kicked her legs happily. She eventually finished and Niall's still nowhere to be seen.

"I wanna go see daddy"

Y/N nodded and wiped Lola's mouth before grabbing her hand and taking her to the meeting room. They open the door quietly and see Niall in a room, filled with sick kids and their parents but each kid had a smile on their face, probably the first smile in a long time.

Lola slipped her hand away from Y/N as she raced towards Niall, who was currently speaking to a little girl with cancer, she was around 12 years old and in a wheelchair with her proud mum stood next to her.

Lola came and hugged Nialls legs tightly from behind and peeked out and looked at the little girl in the wheelchair

"Hi! This is my daddy! My name is Lola!"

"My name is Emma!"

Lola looked at the girl then Niall, then the girl again.

"Why do you have no hair?"

Emma was not taken back at all, she was used to questions, especially from curious 5 year olds.

"Well...I'm...I'm very sick! So my hair was falling off my head so my mum took it all off! It gets cold, but I like to wear hats to keep warm!"

Lola nodded and walked closer to Emma.

"You're sick? Is that why you have that?"

She pointed to the tube that was in Emma's nose as Emma smiled and nodded. It was a lot for Lola to take in, she'd never seen anyone with cancer before.

"It helps me to breathe because my lungs don't work properly"

Lola nodded, taking in the new information and looked at Emma for a few seconds before pointing at her arm that was full of sparkly friendship bracelets.

"I like your bracelets Emma!"

Emma blushed and smiled as she carefully took one off and handed it to Lola.

"Here! Keep it!"

Lola gasped and gave her a big hug

"it's pink! I love pink! I also love purple, yellow, red, green, blue, but not black because that's a sad colour"

It eventually turned into a Lola meet and greet as she showed her dance moves to the kids and told them stories about how kind her daddy is.

Niall just stepped back and watched as he held Y/N from behind and rested his head on her shoulder.

"She's an angel, she's so cute to the kids babe, they're so fucking sick, they needed this happiness"

"She gets it from you Niall. She's got your big heart"

Y/N turned her head slightly and kissed his cheek then turned back and watched Lola.

Eventually the kids had to go and eat dinner and soundcheck needed to begin. Niall carried Lola to the stage and set her down on a small chair. She just watched him with adoration the whole time before the music was just too catchy and she had to get up and dance with the whole band.

The show eventually was about to begin. Dinner had been eaten, soundcheck was done and Niall was dressed for the stage.

Y/N and Lola walked Niall to the side of the stage where he picked up Lola and held Y/Ns waist with his free hand before giving Y/N a sweet kiss and blowing a raspberry on Lola's cheek.

"You're gonna smash it daddy!"

"Thank you baby! I'll wave to you okay?"

He gave them one last kiss before they headed out to the VIP seating that had the best view.

Lola ended up loving the show.

She knew all the words and all the dances that Niall was doing. She clapped and cheered and screamed at him a few times before he found them in the crowd and blew them a kiss. She also cracked up laughing when Niall told the audience to be quiet when the screamed This Town at him.

Niall knew he was lucky to be doing this as a job. The feeling of touring never goes away, and it'll only get better because now his two favourite girls were gonna be there every step of the way.

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