Danny, age 7
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 may have broken his arm, Mr. Styles,” the woman on the other end of the phone says again.
She’s had to tell him three times because Harry was too busy trying not to have a breakdown. His baby fell off a swing and possibly broke his arm. He has to call Niall and try not to freak out even more. Then he’s got to go to the school. “You’ve got to keep calm,” he reminds himself, taking a deep breath.
“Mr. Styles?” the school nurse questioned, “Are you alright, sir?”
At this, Harry found himself laughing. It wasn’t a humored laughter though, it was more hysterical. His son was probably upset, probably asking for him and the school nurse was asking if he was alright.
“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” he replied, getting a better grip on his emotions, “I’ll be there as fast as possible, tell him please.”
“Of course, Mr. Styles,” she said kindly before hanging up the phone.
Harry took a deep breath and composed himself the best he could, running his left hand over his face. He dialed Niall’s work phone as he left the house.
“Niall Horan,” the Irish man said as he answered the phone.
“Babe,” Harry greeted frantically, getting into his car, “Danny fell off a swing, and he may have broken his arm.”
Niall was silent for a long time before he replied, “I’ll meet you at Mercy?” he asked. Harry could hear papers shuffling in the background.
“Yeah, yeah,” Harry agreed as he drove. “I’ll meet you there.”
“Are you okay, Haz?” Niall asked, sensing his husband was not handling the situation very well. “Should you be driving?” he asked.
“I…my, our baby is hurt,” Harry answered, voice cracking. “My baby has never been to the hospital, not since he was born. What if it’s really bad Ni, what if he needs surgery or something? What if it had been his neck?”
Niall took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. “Babe, you need to calm down. He’s going to be fine. Broken arms happen to kids his age all the time. Let’s not worry about the what ifs okay? Now, if you want me to meet you at the hospital, we’re going to have to get off the phone.”
“Right yeah,” Harry agreed, nodding this head though he knew Niall couldn’t see him. “I love you, I’ll see you there,” he said as he made the turn into the parking lot of Danny’s school.
“I love you too, Haz,” Niall replied before hanging up the phone.
Later at the hospital, Harry sat on the examination table with Danny on his lap. Danny’s right arm lay limp on his lap and he cheeks were tear stained. Niall stood beside them with his right hand on Harry’s back his left on Danny’s leg.
“Well, it’s definitely broken,” Dr. Winchester confirmed as he showed them Danny’s X-Rays. “This is where it happened,” he said, pointing directly to where the radius had broken. “It’s a simple, clean break. All you’re going to need is a plaster cast.”
Danny sniffled, but looked at his X-Rays excitedly, “Those are my bones? That’s wicked cool.”
The doctor smiled at the boy’s enthusiasm, “Yeah kiddo, that’s what your bones look like.”
“Look at ‘em daddy isn’t that neat?” Danny asked, looking up at Niall, his curls brushing Harry’s face.
“I see, Danny,” Niall smiled, ruffling the boy’s hair. “It is kind of neat,” he agreed.
“So, you’re going to put a cast on my arm?” Danny asked, turning back to Dr. Winchester, “Because Sam, he’s a boy in my grade, he had one last year and it was green. But I don’t like green, I like red. Do you have red?”
Dr. Winchester laughed and nodded, “Yeah, I think we can work something out.”
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 may have broken his arm, Mr. Styles,” the woman on the other end of the phone says again.
She’s had to tell him three times because Harry was too busy trying not to have a breakdown. His baby fell off a swing and possibly broke his arm. He has to call Niall and try not to freak out even more. Then he’s got to go to the school. “You’ve got to keep calm,” he reminds himself, taking a deep breath.
“Mr. Styles?” the school nurse questioned, “Are you alright, sir?”
At this, Harry found himself laughing. It wasn’t a humored laughter though, it was more hysterical. His son was probably upset, probably asking for him and the school nurse was asking if he was alright.
“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” he replied, getting a better grip on his emotions, “I’ll be there as fast as possible, tell him please.”
“Of course, Mr. Styles,” she said kindly before hanging up the phone.
Harry took a deep breath and composed himself the best he could, running his left hand over his face. He dialed Niall’s work phone as he left the house.
“Niall Horan,” the Irish man said as he answered the phone.
“Babe,” Harry greeted frantically, getting into his car, “Danny fell off a swing, and he may have broken his arm.”
Niall was silent for a long time before he replied, “I’ll meet you at Mercy?” he asked. Harry could hear papers shuffling in the background.
“Yeah, yeah,” Harry agreed as he drove. “I’ll meet you there.”
“Are you okay, Haz?” Niall asked, sensing his husband was not handling the situation very well. “Should you be driving?” he asked.
“I…my, our baby is hurt,” Harry answered, voice cracking. “My baby has never been to the hospital, not since he was born. What if it’s really bad Ni, what if he needs surgery or something? What if it had been his neck?”
Niall took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. “Babe, you need to calm down. He’s going to be fine. Broken arms happen to kids his age all the time. Let’s not worry about the what ifs okay? Now, if you want me to meet you at the hospital, we’re going to have to get off the phone.”
“Right yeah,” Harry agreed, nodding this head though he knew Niall couldn’t see him. “I love you, I’ll see you there,” he said as he made the turn into the parking lot of Danny’s school.
“I love you too, Haz,” Niall replied before hanging up the phone.
Later at the hospital, Harry sat on the examination table with Danny on his lap. Danny’s right arm lay limp on his lap and he cheeks were tear stained. Niall stood beside them with his right hand on Harry’s back his left on Danny’s leg.
“Well, it’s definitely broken,” Dr. Winchester confirmed as he showed them Danny’s X-Rays. “This is where it happened,” he said, pointing directly to where the radius had broken. “It’s a simple, clean break. All you’re going to need is a plaster cast.”
Danny sniffled, but looked at his X-Rays excitedly, “Those are my bones? That’s wicked cool.”
The doctor smiled at the boy’s enthusiasm, “Yeah kiddo, that’s what your bones look like.”
“Look at ‘em daddy isn’t that neat?” Danny asked, looking up at Niall, his curls brushing Harry’s face.
“I see, Danny,” Niall smiled, ruffling the boy’s hair. “It is kind of neat,” he agreed.
“So, you’re going to put a cast on my arm?” Danny asked, turning back to Dr. Winchester, “Because Sam, he’s a boy in my grade, he had one last year and it was green. But I don’t like green, I like red. Do you have red?”
Dr. Winchester laughed and nodded, “Yeah, I think we can work something out.”