#baloonflies

"Daddy doesn't have to know" she says, eyes Niall through the rear mirror. Niall knows she learned this from him; not telling Daddy when Niall breaks his mug or when they eat ice-cream even though it's cold out. Niall laughs, looking at her furrowed brows and pouty lips.

"No, Daddy doesn't have to know" he agrees and starts the car.

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Harry's a single dad, Niall's the free lance guitar instructor, Liam and Louis are not-boyfriends and Zayn is overprotective.

Harry knows that everyone knows that Eleanor is intelligent as fuck and Sophia has amazing fashion sense and Perrie sings like an angel. But Niall, Harry’s baby, Niall thinks himself as nothing special, a dummy and can’t dress himself up properly. Niall also is aware that his voice cracks when he tries to reach the high note, but if you ask Harry, Niall is so, so very much perfect.

Niall's fifteen and Harry still adores him.

As soon as he said it, Harry stopped stirring, standing still for one, two, three seconds, then he turned, leaned over the counter, hands on the edge of it to support himself. “Niall, you can’t.” He paused, breathing heavily, and looked around the room, sliding his lower lip between his teeth. “You can’t.” He stopped again, mouth open, speechless. His face wasn’t hiding his emotions anymore; he was open, exposed in front of Niall. He was hurt, furious, angry, frustrated, filled with regret, and tired. “You left, Niall.” He stopped again, a trembling breath leaving him, eyes piercing into Niall’s. “You left me, without a goodbye, without an explanation, without a single note. You have no idea what I went through. I thought you were dead, Niall.”

Niall may have traveled the world and found love everywhere he went, but there was only one he would always return to

Niall has this thing with questions, wanting to know what this was, why this was, how this was. If it was his little cousin or neighbours’ child, Harry would have shoved them off and not answer anything, but Niall was his boyfriend, so he doesn’t find it annoying.

Niall is fourteen years old and Harry adores him

title: our possible pasts

author: baloonflies on A03

pairings: narry, ziall, niam, and lilo (got the pairing right this time :))

summary: As soon as he said it, Harry stopped stirring, standing still for one, two, three seconds, then he turned, leaned over the counter, hands on the edge of it to support himself. “Niall, you can’t.” He paused, breathing heavily, and looked around the room, sliding his lower lip between his teeth. “You can’t.” He stopped again, mouth open, speechless. His face wasn’t hiding his emotions anymore; he was open, exposed in front of Niall. He was hurt, furious, angry, frustrated, filled with regret, and tired. “You left, Niall.” He stopped again, a trembling breath leaving him, eyes piercing into Niall’s. “You left me, without a goodbye, without an explanation, without a single note. You have no idea what I went through. I thought you were dead, Niall.”

Niall may have traveled the world and found love everywhere he went, but there was only one he would always return to

nooo omfg im never gonna watch that movie again, i am not even kidding we watched it with my class and i went to the toilet puking and crying. that shit is sad