Niall Horan Child Preferences Book 2

#49 Teen arguments

In this imagine you and Niall have 4 children. 3 girls and a boy.

Your POV

Me, Niall, 15 year old Aaliyah, and the 13 year old twins Isabelle and Amelia were all at home. Our 7 year old son , Ethan, had gone to the park with Louis to play football.

We were all sat in the living room together.
"Hey mum, dad, look at this" Isabelle said sitting between Niall and I. "What is it princess?" Niall asked.
"It's my project for school, it's sort of like a family photo album but I made it myself and decorated each page" She explained. Niall and I looked through the book as she flicked through it. It had pictures of Aaliyah, Amelia, Isabelle and Luke in it. And it had pictures of me and Niall, some from when we were younger before we had kids.

"Mum, dad, look at this!" Aaliyah said. "Look at this! I made it myself!" Amelia said. "We'll look in a second we are just looking at Isabelle's project first" I said.

Aaliyah and Amelia rolled their eyes. "Why is it always about her! Isabelle this, Isabelle that! Oh Isabelle's perfect, blah blah blah!" Aaliyah yelled . Niall and I looked up at her. "It's not always about me! It's just that I'm the only one who actually bothers to show them things!" Isabelle shouted getting defensive. "We would show them things like we're trying to now! But goodie two shoes has to come first and ruin everything!" Amelia yelled.

"I'm not a goodie two shoes!" Isabelle yelled. "Girls! Quiet all 3 of you! Aaliyah, Amelia you have to wait your turn, Isabelle wanted to show us something first! We will look, I promise" Niall interrupted. "I wish I don't have a twin! I hate you!" Amelia muttered to Isabelle. "Stupid brat!" Aaliyah muttered to Isabelle and her and Amelia left the room.

"It don't matter" Isabelle mumbled slamming her photo book shut and quickly going upstairs. We heard a door slam.

Niall's POV

I glanced at y/n. "I'll go talk to her" I said and she nodded. "I'll talk to Aaliyah and Amelia" she said.

I walks upstairs to Isabelle's bedroom. I knocked on her door. "Go away!" She yelled.

I opened her door and closed it behind me. There she was lied on the bed facing the ceiling with tears streaming down her face. When she saw me she turned and lied on her side facing away from me. My heart broke at the site of my 13 year old daughter upset.

I sat on her bed next to her. "Look at me princess" I said softly. She sat up and looked at me with her blue watery eyes.
I wrapped my arm around her pulling her into my chest.
"What's wrong baby girl?" I whispers rubbing her shoulder.
"Why do they hate me? Two of the people that I'm supposed to look up to and who are supposed to look out for me hate me" She cried. "I'm sure they don't hate you princess, they're your sisters"  I soothed.

"They do, last week in school they both helped a boy beat me up" She sobbed. "What? I'll speak to them princess, and I'll go into school, just remember no matter what, I love you so so much I always have and I always will" I whispers kissing her forehead. "I love you too daddy" she whispered.