One direction baby and love imagines

Niall and harry - they miss him

Harry: You watched silently how your daughter drew another picture. He was holding different color of crayons in her small had, squeezing them tightly against her chest. She stared at the picture intensely; tongue poking out and dimples showing when she drew a big pink balloon. "What a nice balloon, honey," you smiled, drying the dishes when you watched her work. "It's not balloon, it's daddy!" she screamed giggling, making you giggle as well when she took a black crayon, drawing for a second before lifting it up. "Look mommy," she cheered, happy smile on her face when she showed the picture of Harry. She had drawn a balloon shaped head with a huge curly hair bush, two round eyes, potato nose and a 'U' formed mouth. "Well, yes it is! It looks just like him! Daddy will be so happy to see that!" you grinned proudly, knowing that Harry would love it to the moon and back. "I miss him mommy," your little girl sighed, placing the crayons to the table, looking defeat that she couldn't let Harry see it right away. "He'll be home from work any time now, doll, don't worry," you smiled, making your way next to her chair, looking at the pictures she had drew about her dad. "I just want daddy to see what a good drawing I've done!" she cheered happily, making you smile gently. "I'm home!" Harry's voice ran through the kitchen, making your daughters eyes light up, "Where's my two favorite girls?" You smirked when your daughter wiggled out of the chair, grabbing the drawings before running to the door, happily shouting, "Daddy, daddy I missed you! Look! It's you! Do you like it?"

Niall: You sighed, burying your head to your hands when you tried to block out the crying baby next to you. He had been crying the whole day, not giving you any rest. Being alone with three years old when Niall was touring wasn't easy. "Honey, please tell me what's wrong, please tell mommy," you cried desperately, looking at your small, chubby son who sat on his little chair, blue eyes full of tears. His cries filled the whole room, making your head ache. You didn't know what to do anymore. "Baby, what's wrong," you tried again between your own, exhausted sobs. You missed the extra pair of hands you normally had. You missed Niall's scent, his voice and his ability to make your son laugh no matter what. Your front door pinged, making you lift your head when your son sprinted up, running to the door with his small, chubby feet. He was wearing grey sweats, just like Niall's, like he wanted. You walked next to your son who had run to the door, pressing his ear against it. You knew it was only a mailman, who had lifted a packet to your door, but your son's eyes were so hopeful and big, you couldn't stop but smile. He wasn't crying anymore. "Honey," you whispered, kneeling next to him, seeing how his eyes got teary when the door didn't open, "Do you miss daddy?" "Dada," your son whispered, making you nod before crashing him to your arms, letting his sobs fill your shoulder. "It's okay baby, he'll be home soon with us. C'mon let's call daddy and you can tell him about your new football jersey!"