One direction baby and love imagines

Daddies home

Louis: "Daddy!" you hear her squeal. She must have heard a car driving past again. He had been gone a while now, and everyday she sat at the window for as long as you would let her, watching for him, wishing on her luckiest stars that he would be home before she went to bed. "Come on sweetie, it's time for bed. Daddy will be home eventually." you say, the last few words coming out a sigh. "But mommy, daddy's here!" she says making you frown. "Sweetie he's not, I talked to him just a little while ago." you say walking from the kitchen to the living room where she usually perched, waiting. But to your surprise she was there in Louis' arms, her arms craning his neck so she could kiss his cheek. "I missed you daddy." she says as he smiles, kissing her head "Daddy's home now, my sweet, daddy's home." he smiles looking up at you, then returns to kissing her head over and over.

Harry: "When's daddy coming home?" He asks again for the millionth time today, just like everyday Harry was at the studio. Your five year old son just wanted to play with his dad, and waited consistently until he came home so they could play. "He should be here soon buddy." you say, looking up from your book. Even though you offered, he didn't like to play with anyone but Harry. A few minutes later he squealed and ran outside just like he always did when he saw Harry's red mustang pulling up in the driveway. As you watch from the window, Harry greets him with a smile and a hug, then lets him sit in the drivers seat for a few minutes as he honks the horn and makes the windsheild wipers move back and forth. Next, he runs back in with Harry's hat, either his fedora, or beanie, depending on the weather, it covering his eyes as he yelled "Daddy's home! Daddy's home!" Harry follows a few moments later, smiling "Daddy's home." before engulfing you in a hug and kiss, then goes outside to play, fulfilling your son's wishes.

Liam: He pressed kisses all over your skin. From the tip of your forehead, to the edge of your shoulders, fingertips, and ankles, his soft lips caressed every follicle. It felt like he hadn't touched you on ages,when in reality it bad not been two days since he did. Pleasure and need washed over you as if it was pouring over you through a shower head. Gripping his bulging biceps, your hips thrust up in need as you moan "L-Liam, please I need you." He smirks pleased ghat you were begging for him. He loved when you begged, calling him by his pet name. "I'm sorry love, what did you say? I couldn't quite hear you." Groaning you barley manage a whisper "Please daddy, please I need you. Its been too long." He smirks and replaces his lips to where they had been before, trying to leave marks on your neck and jaw, and mumbles "Sure baby girl, as long as daddy's home you'll always get what you need, and baby, daddy's home." He smirks before making tonight about you and only you, giving in to your each and every request.

Niall: "Daddy? You're my Daddy?" she asks as she stares into his eyes, a mirror of her own. He nods not really knowing what to say. It wasn't his fault he didn't know about your daughter. There was no one to blame, just a lack of trust and a good helping of judgement. Niall had split up with you a few years back and you had raised the child he never knew about. Slipping under the radar, the media forgot about you as you hoped he did. But after countless times of her coming home from school crying because the other kids made fun of her for not having a daddy. You were left with only one choice; tell Niall about her and let him choose what to do. You missed him of course, but if he didn't then there was really nothing you could do. "You're awfully beautiful." he smiles, taking her in his lap, giving you a glance of guilt and sadness. "Daddy, are you leaving again?" she asks and he bites his lip. "No sweetie. Daddy's home. Daddy's home for good." he smiles at you, holding your daughter close.

Zayn: "Daddy are you coming home soon?" She moans painfully into the phone you held up to her ear. She had gotten the flu, and the body aches were killing her. You told Zayn that you could handle her, not wanting to make him take a day off of work to watch her when she would just be sleeping anyways. But she always liked to have Zayn when she was sick. He made her laugh, rubbed her head, and sang any song she wanted to make her feel better. "I'm on my way now sweetie, just hang in there." you hear. He had given in, taking a half day when she began to text him, telling him how bad she felt. "Can you bring me something?' she asks as he says "Sure baby girl, I'll bring you something sweet." she smiles and hangs up as she does. He comes through the door a bit later, shouting "Daddy's home!" she perks up a bit, smiling at you. He comes up. His boot clunking loudly on the steps, and peeks in her room holding a teddy bear and flowers. She thanks him and then cuddles into his chest as you sit beside her bed, listening to him sing, and after she's fallen asleep he smiles at you, as you give a quiet thank you for the bear, flowers, and for coming home to comfort her.