Danny, age 5 [drabble]
Title: Danny
Author:xkissxbangx1
Pairing:Harry Styles/Niall Horan [Narry]
Rating:G
POV:3rd person.
Summary:Harry and Niall's adventures in parenthood.
Disclaimer:Fake.
Warnings:Super fluffy
A/N: Just a little something I came up with, :). I'll probably continue it for a few more years of their lives.
Dedications: The lovely people of Tumblr who read it first.
“Danny, you really need to keep your socks on, please,” Niall sighed. It seemed like he did that a lot as a parent.
“Uncle Louis doesn’t have to wear them,” the five-year-old stated, pouting. “I don’t have to either. You don’t have to wear socks to kindergarten.”
“Oh and did Uncle Louis tell you that? Or did you decide that all by yourself?” Harry asked, appearing in the doorway of Daniel’s room.
Niall glanced at his husband, then back to their son. Daniel stood in the middle of his room, dressed in his school uniform, tiny toes digging into the carpet.
“No, socks are just evil,” Danny stated very seriously, eyebrows knit tightly together.
At this, Niall broke down into a fit of laughter, causing Harry to sigh deeply and shake his head. Danny frowned at Niall, folding his arms over his tiny chest.
“It’s not funny, daddy. Socks can eat your toes,” he whined, looking to Harry for support.
Niall laughed even harder now, doubling over slightly. Harry sighed again, because really? “Niall, seriously, you can’t laugh at our son,” he told him, “And Danny, hun, how about if you put your socks on, I’ll put an extra cookie in your lunch?” he asked the five-year-old.
Blackmailing a five-year-old was not his best idea, he’d admit that, but the socks were part of his school uniform. Harry didn’t want a call from the school. He also didn’t want someone thinking they were neglecting Danny or something.
“Fine, can you give me those daddy?” the child asked with a huge sigh, grudgingly reaching for the socks, which Niall was holding, “I want that extra cookie.”
The blonde haired man, who had managed to get a handle on his laughter, started up again immediately at his son’s statement. “At least we know he’s mine,” he cackled.
Author:xkissxbangx1
Pairing:Harry Styles/Niall Horan [Narry]
Rating:G
POV:3rd person.
Summary:Harry and Niall's adventures in parenthood.
Disclaimer:Fake.
Warnings:Super fluffy
A/N: Just a little something I came up with, :). I'll probably continue it for a few more years of their lives.
Dedications: The lovely people of Tumblr who read it first.
“Danny, you really need to keep your socks on, please,” Niall sighed. It seemed like he did that a lot as a parent.
“Uncle Louis doesn’t have to wear them,” the five-year-old stated, pouting. “I don’t have to either. You don’t have to wear socks to kindergarten.”
“Oh and did Uncle Louis tell you that? Or did you decide that all by yourself?” Harry asked, appearing in the doorway of Daniel’s room.
Niall glanced at his husband, then back to their son. Daniel stood in the middle of his room, dressed in his school uniform, tiny toes digging into the carpet.
“No, socks are just evil,” Danny stated very seriously, eyebrows knit tightly together.
At this, Niall broke down into a fit of laughter, causing Harry to sigh deeply and shake his head. Danny frowned at Niall, folding his arms over his tiny chest.
“It’s not funny, daddy. Socks can eat your toes,” he whined, looking to Harry for support.
Niall laughed even harder now, doubling over slightly. Harry sighed again, because really? “Niall, seriously, you can’t laugh at our son,” he told him, “And Danny, hun, how about if you put your socks on, I’ll put an extra cookie in your lunch?” he asked the five-year-old.
Blackmailing a five-year-old was not his best idea, he’d admit that, but the socks were part of his school uniform. Harry didn’t want a call from the school. He also didn’t want someone thinking they were neglecting Danny or something.
“Fine, can you give me those daddy?” the child asked with a huge sigh, grudgingly reaching for the socks, which Niall was holding, “I want that extra cookie.”
The blonde haired man, who had managed to get a handle on his laughter, started up again immediately at his son’s statement. “At least we know he’s mine,” he cackled.