#daddyluke

I stared at him… He was across from me, so peaceful and quiet. I enjoyed mornings like this, mornings that I could look at him. Sometimes I just wanted him to wake up and look at me with those dreamy blue eyes, other times I just wanted him to sleep forever, that way we’d never be interrupted. But he was apart of something more, something great. A band that was just arriving at the peck of their fame. But who was I? This girl that he knew? This nobody? Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t, but I had to mean something to him if I was here. I stared again at his face, studying the creases in his face, the scuffy hair that continued to grow in at different directions. His lips were so pink, and I wanted to kiss them. His breathing had gotten stronger, as if any moment he’d open his eyes. I turned over and pulled the covers over my shoulder, I didn’t want him to wakeup to me watching him. That’d be ackward since It was our first night together in along time. We didn’t have sex, we just slept. I laid in his arms, nestled and warm. We talked til 3 am about nothing and everything. It was magical and scary. Why was I falling for him? Why was this overwhelming and exciting? As I pondered these thoughts I heard a noise and than an arm stretch over me from underneath the covers. His hand rested on the side of my belly, all the while pulling me against him. I could feel his warm skin presser against mine. He leaned foward, his face rubbed my neck. “Good morning, ” Luke said in a slow dreamy tone. I leaned in more, wanting him even closer, “good morning luke”.

Now i have written one imagine for each of the boys. Please send in requests if you have any ideas you would like to share if not i will just keep making up random ones .Thank you and stay beautiful :) xx

As always don't expect awesome spelling 

Luke let out a frustrated sigh as he set down his cellphone on the table " what's got your nickers in a twist ?" Calum asked as he looked up from his Twitter feed " that was mum ,dads sick so she can't have Molly tonight "Luke rubbed his forehead " mate I would love to have her but I have to go have dinner with Mali and she only in Sydney for a few days " Calum replied with an apologetic look on his tanned face. " yeah I know I'm just gonna have to cancel" Luke chewed on his lip ring . " I'm all packed daddy " Molly called excitedly as she ran into the room straight to Luke " I've got some bad news sweetie " he replied lifting the three year old into his strong arms " granddad isn't feeling well so you can't go to grandmas today honey " Luke continued a look of disappointment crossing the little girls face as her bottom lip started to quiver and turn into a frown. She started to squirm in Luke's arms begging to be put down and he compiled placing the little girl back on her feet. As soon as her feet touched the ground she took off towards her room unhappily. Luke was in trouble now. " you know that was a lot easier before she could talk " Luke sighed not looking forward to the night ahead . " I'm going to head off now mate " Calum replied sliding his phone into the back pocket of his black skinny jeans "good luck with that" he motioned to Molly's room down the hall " yeah thanks I'm gonna need it " Luke laughed sitting down on the stool at the kitchen counter " I might go over to Mikey's after so I don't know how late I'll be " Calum informed grabbing his keys of the counter " don't worry I won't wait up " Luke teased as the bassist flipped him off while heading out the front door. " hey " (y/n)  said walking in and placing her hand bag on the counter " hey " Luke replied running his hand through his blonde hair . " sorry I'm early, Calum let me in " she continued sitting on Luke's lap and wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. " that's okay babe you practically live here " Luke laughed awkwardly " we aren't going out tonight are we " (y/n) asked braking the silence that followed . " no I'm sorry babe I can't " Luke sighed giving her an apologetic with his ocean blue eyes. " that's okay I didn't really fancy going out anyway " (y/n) replied " i know but it's such a waste because you look so good and I really want to show you off but dad is sick so Mum doesn't want Molly over " Luke apologised pulling (y/n) further up his lap closer to his chest " thanks babe "(y/n) said giving him a quick peck " I guess your not tonight's favourite " she giggled with a smirk on her light pink stained lips " nope " Luke huffed shaking his head . "I think I can fix that " (y/n) replied getting off Luke's lap and wondering of in search of a certain three year old girl. Molly was in her room playing with the few dolls that's her grandmother and (y/n) had bought her . Luke liked to buy Molly Lego and Ninja turtles even though she was a girl because it was their thing. He often quite enjoyed playing with them because according to Molly ninja turtles didn't have tea parties like the dolls did so he wasn't faucet dress up and sip pretend tea . She also like the fact that her dad and uncles had once dressed as the Ninja turtles on stage."what's going on miss ?" (Y/n) asked the little girl " I'm playing with my dolls " she relied happily with a big grin spreading across her face . She looked so much like Luke is wasn't funny . " oh and what are the dolls doing ?" (Y/n) questioned " well this one is daddy and this one is you and this one is me and we're going to the park " she explained with enthusiasm as she explained the storyline. "Well a little birdie told me your not happy with your daddy is that true" (y/n) causing the little girl to nod her head " you know it's not his fault granddad isn't well " (y/n) explained "But grandma promised we would bake cookies " Molly frowned crossing her arms " I know but how about you make cookies when granddad is feeling better and we go make some brownies now ? She suggested making the Molly's face light up in delight " oh yes yes yes " the three year old cheered jumping up and down and wrapping her arms around (y/n) legs  

Okay everyone...I am REALLY sorry about how long this took to write. I had so much homework and midterms these last couple of weeks. I also was struggling with both physical and emotional ailments that were keeping me from writing, but that doesn't excuse my writerly tardiness. So I apologize, but anyways here it is. I apologize if it sucks. Please let me know if you want more parts, or not. If you don't let me know, I'll assume you all are mad at me for writing so slow. hahaha I would be too. I hope you enjoy it. It was fun to write once I got into the meat of it. Please let me know what you thought and what I can improve on if you do in fact want me to write more. Love youuuu xxx Michelle

PART 1

Luke's POV 

There is one thing I can always count on, and that is the boys being loud and obnoxious. We are so loud with our clapping, hooting, and hollering that it's a bit obscene. But the little smile on my Haley's face makes it all worth it. "Dude, were you crying?" Ashton asks Michael as we start filing out of the seats. "Shut up. No I wasn't," Michael snaps back as we all look at his face. His eyes are a bit puffy, and I distinctly remember some sniffling coming from his direction. "You definitely were!" Calum laughs, giving Michael a jokingly sympathetic pat on the back, "Do you need a tissue? Or perhaps a tampon, Cliffy." "I wasn't crying!" Michael insists, clearly betraying himself through his overly defensive reaction. Any minute I think he'll start stomping his feet and yelling like a 5 year old. The rest of us erupt in laughter, and Michael winces a bit. He mutters, "And even if I was…Luke was too!" "So you admit it!" Calum exclaims, laughing hysterically. "It's Luke's kid. He's allowed to cry," Ashton explains, resting his arm on my shoulder. "She's like our kid too though. I'm an uncle. I'm allowed to cry," Michael explains with a tone of sentiment and softness rarely seen from him. "You're not going to cry again? Are you?" I tease. "I'm never living this down…am I?" Michael asks. All three of us laugh and shake our heads, "Definitely not." 

Caught up the moment of teasing Michael (one of our favourite pastimes), we did not notice the crowd of lusty housewives circulating near us. Ashton and I exchange looks, obviously just now noticing the same thing. None of the eager mothers make a move, but they all watch us as we all wait for the girls to come from back stage. Michael, in an effort to restore his masculinity, decides to mingle amongst the milfs. Ashton and Calum follow suit, but I can't be bothered. A few women do approach me, but their flirtations just roll off of me. There are only two ladies on my mind: my little princess Haley and her beautiful dance teacher. Sure, the many milfs are attractive and very, very eager, but Y/N is better. She's different. She doesn't look at me like I'm some famous guy. She looks at me like a person, a father…something I want to be more than anything else in life. 

"Daddy! Daddy! How'd I do?" Haley shrieks as she runs towards me. A proud smile instantly appears on my face as I catch her in my arms. "You were amazing, princess! You stole the show! I'm so proud of you!" I tell her, barely being able to contain how damn proud of her I am. She kisses my cheek and manages to say, "Thank you daddy," before Ashton, Calum, and Michael swarm around us. 

Y/N's POV

With all the commotion of helping all your students get packed up and mingling with their parents, you almost forget your date. Your boyfriend Ethan and you had a special evening planned. It was going to be great, or at least that's what you told yourself. Things had been a bit rocky with him over the past year, but you'd been together since you were 16. You two were sure you were soul mates. That's what everyone said, or used to, at least. Now you two were fighting more and more, and he was getting more and more possessive and immature about your relationship. It was really hard on you, but you couldn't give up on him. Not on a soulmate. 

So now you find yourself standing on the curb, waiting for Ethan's black Escalade to pull up. You check your phone. He's now forty five late, and hasn't texted at all. He had assured you he'd be waiting with outside for you with flowers. Part of you starts to worry, and another part of you is quite peeved. How could he forget to pick you up? He could've at least called you or sent a damn text, but no. He didn't. Instead he leaves you stranded on a curb, having your students' parents gawk at you as they drive past. Suddenly, you see Ethan's black cadillac drive into view, and you cannot wait to yell at him. Frustration boils up inside you, and you're ready to blow. You step towards the car as it comes to a stop and rolls down it's window. You are ready to chastise Ethan, when you are instead greeted by a familiar face. A familiar, incredibly attractive face that you may or may not have flirted with earlier in the evening. Your jaw drops. "Hey uh hi…I was just wondering if you were alright, because you are out here by yourself and all…and it's getting late. Not that you couldn't take care of yourself or anything. I just mean a pretty girl like you shouldn't be out here by yourself," Luke rambles as you begin to blush. All the anger you had pent up inside of you is streams out of you as you smile sweetly at him. He is so incredibly sweet you cannot even believe it. He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly and looks at you in a hopeless, pained way, "Wow uh I didn't mean to sound creepy or anything. I am not coming on to you. Not that you're not pretty enough to come on to either..I just meant tha-" "You need to shut the hell up, Luke," A redheaded male says from the passenger seat before giving you a cheeky smirk. "No swears, Uncle Mikey!" A sweet, yet stern voice coming from the back seat that you can only be from Haley calls. "Sorry Hales," Mikey replies sweetly, before looking back at you and explaining, "What Luke is trying to say is that he is wondering if you need a ride."

"Oh no that's sweet. I'm fine. I'm just waiting for someone," You explain. "Oh right. Of course. Sorry. We didn't mean to bother you or anything," Luke apologizes. "It's no problem. Thanks for coming tonight," You smile sweetly to Luke and the redheaded uncle Mikey, and then add, "Haley, you danced wonderfully!" "Thank you, Ms. Y/N!!!!" Haley exclaims excitedly. You notice Luke's eyes light up when he hears his daughter's voice, and quite honestly it makes you weak at the knees. You give him a sweet smile, and he starts to drive away. A pang of guilt hits you as think about how Luke gave you butterflies just now; you cannot stop smiling at how incredibly sweet he is. But that's a problem. You have a boyfriend. He may be a bit of a jerk sometimes, but he is your boyfriend after all. You look at your phone again in desperation. This feels like scene in a cheesy movie. The only thing missing is rain and a brave knight on a gallant steed to save you from your misery. 

And as if someone in the universe heard your thoughts, rain starts to pour down on you. So not only are you stood up, peeved, and conflicted, but you are also drenched. Just your luck. All the pride and happiness you had felt for your students now washed away like your make up. You took out your phone once again and this time  called your boyfriend. No answer. You couldn't help but think he better have a good excuse like an injury or something, or you'd be forced to give him one yourself. This wasn't okay. You felt so frustrated and annoyed that you felt like crying. In fact, you were sure the tears start streaming down any second, but they didn't. You were interrupted by a sudden lack of torrential rain on your head. You are confused for a second. How could it be raining around you, but not on you. You turn around to see your tall blue-eyed hero holding a tiny lady bug umbrella over your head. He himself is getting soaking wet, but doesn't seem the least bit put-out. Instead he just looks at you with a genuinely worried look that shakes you to the core. "Wh-what're you doing?" You ask, stuttering from surprise. "I couldn't let you stand in the rain like this! Come on." He takes hold of your hand, and runs with you to the closest shelter. You both stand silently, awkwardly for a moment, catching your breath. You wanted to ask him a million questions, but all that came out was, "wh-how?" "I'm sorry. I know you told me you were waiting for someone, but I couldn't let you stand out there in the rain like that. You'd catch a cold," Luke explains, seemingly switching roles with you. "Th-th-thank you." You are stuttering mess, and he is the confident one. You couldn't help but like this side of him. "My car is right over there," He says as he points to his escalade parked down the street a bit, "Do you want to make a run for it?" "I'm really sorry about this. It's really embarrassing. You probably have plans, and here you are now soaking wet!" You agonized, marinating in how embarrassing this was. "Don't be embarrassed. What's embarrassing is this umbrella. I swear it's not mine," He joked, holding it out in front of you. It was quite a tiny, silly-looking lady bug umbrella. A large goofy smile splayed across your lips as you reply, "Are you sure? I think it really contrasts with your eyes quite nicely. You have really lovely eyes, by the way." 

Luke's POV 

"You have really lovely eyes, by the way," She tells me sweetly, looking into them. The eye contact makes me anxious in the best way possible. "Th-thank y-you," I stutter embarrassingly. For a moment there, I actually was keeping my cool, but now I have reverted back to my embarrassing ways. I swallow hard. And in order to diffuse the awkward semi-sexual(at least on my part) tension, I jokingly add, "No way. Lady bug umbrellas are for girls. Mine is a grasshopper one. It's so much cooler." Even though she laughs, I immediately regret saying that. I don't know why I am such a mess around this girl. My eyes sweep over her sopping wet body, and I realize that I do know why. She's probably one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen. And not just on the outside, but the inside too. She's great with my Haley, helps children, and has a laugh that makes me feel like a giddy adolescent boy. It also doesn't hurt that her clothing is clinging to her body, and is slightly see-through. I do my best to divert my gaze from her. There is no hiding an erection in these pants. To add this increasingly dangerous situation, it suddenly occurs to me that we are still holding hands. Her small, soft fingers are laced with him. Uh-o. Her skin feels like silk. 

I decide to get us into the safety of my car, before something does happen down there. "The rain's lightened up a bit. Do you think we should make a run for it?" "Yeah let's do it," she giggles, looking both nervous and excited about running in the rain. "Ready? 1, 2, 3," I counted, and then in unison, we scream "go" and start sprinting to the car together. In these moments, I feel happier with a woman than I have in a very long time. I didn't think I could feel this good, not after Aleisha. 

We both hop into the car: me in the drivers seat, and she in the back with Haley. "Ms. Y/N, you're all wet!" Haley laughs as if someone has told her an incredibly funny joke, "Your hair looks funny, daddy!" "Y/N, Haley! Look away! Don't look at his hair! It's hideous!" Michael jokes. "Very funny, Mikey," I mutter, before turning around to look back at Y/N. She was playfully teasing Haley with her wet hair, causing Haley to giggle uncontrollably. It's so cute. I don't want to interrupt them, but I ask, "Where can we take you?" "Just the nearest coffee shop, please," She replies sweetly. "I can drive you home. It's no trouble." "No. A coffee shop is fine. I don't have my keys, so it would sort of be useless. My boyfriend has my keys…and he's not answering his phone. I think there is a starbucks just down the street. I could even walk from here. I'll just go there and wait for him to pick up his phone. He'll come pick me up," She explains as her hands move towards the door handle. "No!" I protest a bit more enthusiastically than I wanted to come off. Her hand retracts from the door handle. Michael chuckles at me. "I mean uh no. That would be silly. You can come with us. We're just ordering a pizza tonight…you can call him from my place. I wouldn't want you to be waiting in a coffee shop all by yourself." "I really don't want to be any trouble. I've already held you guys up from your plans," She informs us. "It won't be any trouble. In fact, we all would love you to join us…I mean you don't have to come if you don't want to, but the more the merrier. We wouldn't want you to be by yourself when you could be hanging with us. Right, Haley?" I ramble, feeling like an idiot once again. "Yeah! Please! Please come wiff us!" Haley exclaims, giving Y/N her best puppy dog face. "I don't know…" She replies obviously feeling a bit awkward. I wish I could say something to assure her, but anything I can think of is quite creepy. "I'll make the executive decision, and say let's kidnap her," Michael smirks to me, and then gives Y/N a grin, "You're coming with us whether you like it or not. Pizza awaits! Luke! Drive on, my good man!" 

Y/N's POV

When we arrive at Luke's flat, Haley rushes you inside. "Uncle Calum! Uncle Ashton!" She shrieks as she pulls you into the rather lavish, but slightly messy living room. "Haley Bales!" A deep voice calls as two attractive guys come into view. They're sitting with their dress shirts unbuttoned and beers in their hands. "This is my teacher, Ms. Y/N!" Haley explains as she jumps into the dark haired one's arms. "Oh I didn't realize we were having guests," the other one  says bashfully as he buttons up his shirt. The other one just gives you a sweet yet seductive smirk. "It's nice to know that you two make yourselves at home," Luke jokes as he and Michael enter the living room. "I'm Ashton," the one who had now buttoned his shirt tells you as he pulls Haley into his lap. "Nice to meet you!" "The pleasure is all mine! Anyone who is a friend with 5sos's princess is a friend of mine!" Ashton says as he tickles Haley. She giggles. "Would you like something to drink?" Luke asks you as Michael joins the other two on the couch with a beer. "Calum, button up your shirt, you animal. You're scaring our guest," Michael teases, which starts a war of PG insults between to the two of them. You laugh and mouth to Luke, "I'm fine," because you are unable to get a word in edge-wise. "Pizza should be here soon," Ashton turns around and yells over to Luke. He nods in response and bites his lip ring, which gives you guilt-ridden butterflies.

Luke gives Haley a cup of chocolate milk, kisses her on the forehead, and then turns to you. He comes to your side, and asks quietly over the boys' ruckus, "Would you like some dry clothes?" You nod, and he grabs your hand lightly, pulling down a hallway to what you assume is his bedroom. You are surprised about what is in it. The walls are covered with artwork, obviously done by Haley. There is a little table set up for tea parties with three teddy bears sitting around it in fancy dress. It looks more like a little girl's play room than a grown man's bedroom, but there is something really sweet about that. He lets go of your hand, and digs into his dresser. He hands you a pair of sweats and a tshirt. "Sorry I don't really have anything else. Hopefully these'll do…" Your hands touch as you gives the clothes, giving you goose bumps. Luckily, it doesn't seem out of place since you are sopping wet. "There's a bathroom right there. You can get changed if you'd like." He says, pointing to the door at the other side of his bedroom. You turn away, setting your purse down next to his bed before you make your way into the bathroom. Taking deep breaths, you strip your wet clothes off and pull his clothing on. You can't help but relish the musky aroma of the clothes. 

You attempt to ring out your clothes as you think about just how fucked you are. Luke was damn near irresistible, and honestly if he made a move on you, you're not sure you'd be able to stop yourself. He's probably the sweetest guy you've ever met, and just seeing him with his daughter makes you swoon. You look at yourself in the mirror and give yourself a pep talk. Okay. He is gorgeous, but you are strong. You have a boyfriend, and you need to be strong. Resist. It's better that way. He is a student's father. You cannot sleep with a student's father. You have a boyfriend. You tell yourself all these things, and start to feel better. Maybe you can do this. You continue to tell yourself these things as you open the door to exit the bathroom. You can do this. Luke isn't that h-. Back. A muscular, exposed back is all you see as you open the door. You want to close it and give him privacy since he is obviously changing, but you cannot. You cannot do anything, but stand there and drool. He is rifling through his dresser, looking for a shirt. His skinny jeans are sitting low on his hips, exposing dimples on the small of his back. You swallow hard. You are in over your head. 

Suddenly, he turns around and looks at you with an expression of a deer caught in headlights. "Sorry…I didn't realize you were uh getting changed," You apologize as you feel your cheeks get flushed. "I'll take your wet clothes…and put them in the dryer if you'd like.." He utters as he fidgets with his hands and looks at you in a way that no one has ever really looked at you. It makes you almost sick with desire and dare you say love for him. "Th-that'd be great," You reply. He nods and walks towards you. You hold your clothes out in front of you, but instead of grabbing them from you, he brings his hands to your face. His calloused hands cup your face as he looks into your eyes with his big blue ones. "I uh have a..boyfriend…" You painfully say, not wanting it to be true. He leans away from you and apologizes. He looks so sad and broken about it. He had given you this look like kissing you would have meant more than anything in the world to him. No one had ever looked at you like that. The image is burned into your mind, and every waking moment after you said those four horrendous words, you are in agony. It feels like eternity, watching him pull away. He feels rejected, unwanted. You couldn't let that happen. Even though your mind begs you not to, you cannot stop yourself from leaning in and kissing Luke. You kiss him passionately, and when he kisses it back, it feels like every molecule in your body is electrified. But he pulls away and reminds you breathlessly, "You have a boyfriend…" You nod, abhorring both yourself and your boyfriend for ruining this otherwise perfect moment. You look into each others eyes for a while, inches a part. Both of you conflicted about what to do next, but his lips answer that question when they attach themselves to yours again. He kisses you in a way that expresses all of his emotions: reluctance, fear, desire, love. You had never kissed anyone like him before. Your hands wrap around his neck as the kisses before less reluctant and more passionate. You run your fingers through his wet hair, and it all feels like some perfect dream. Like soon you'd be woken up by your alarm and have to redo the whole day over again. But that didn't happen. Something worse did. "Sex" by the 1975 sounds from your purse. It's your phone. It's your ringtone. The ringtone you picked out for Ethan, your boyfriend. Panic sets in. What the fuck are you doing?  

Thanks again for reading! 

This long overdue imagine was requested by the bae, miss lukespenguin003, quite some time ago and I never got around to finishing it. But I finally have! Yay! Anyways I hope she and anyone else  who reads it enjoys it! And please let me know if it's worth doing a part 2, I have plenty of ideas. I'm just not sure if you all would like to read them. So send feedback and request a part 2 if you'd like to read it! 

Luke's POV

I remember thinking 'I'll just shut my eyes for a few moments.' What could possibly be the harm in that right? I had been up for 48 hours, performing twice in front of a stadium audience and sitting through what seemed like endless string of interviews where they asked us nearly the same questions like 'who does the best with the ladies' and 'why are you called 5 Seconds of Summer when there is only 4 of you' and then immediately hopping onto a plane to fly halfway across the world all so I could see my little princess perform. It was her first dance recital, a major accomplishment for my talented little girl and a little normalcy to her life. And I wanted to be refreshed for it. I couldn't be falling asleep. A moment's rest couldn't hurt, right?

Four hours later I wake up to eight missed calls, two voicemails, 15 text messages, and a shrieking child whose face appeared, at first glance, to be covered in blood. My heart nearly stopped as I scrambled out of bed to examine her. I haven't even been home for a day and she's already bleeding. I cup her face, looking for the source of the bleeding, and cannot find anything. And her blood its sticky and watery. I It turns out to be red popsicle, a major relief to me, but the temporary relief is flies out the window when I glance at the clock. 5:15. We were supposed to be at the dance hall across town 15 minutes ago.  "Shit. Shit. Shit," I panic as I start scrambling about the room, looking for the suit I had packed to wear to her dance recital. "No swears daddy! No swears!" Haley scolds, pouting, and her lips, cheeks, and fingers still coated in sugary red syrup. "I'm sorry, princess! Daddy is just in a hurry. Why don't you go quickly wash your face and hands, baby?" I reply frantically as a grab the closest button up shirt I could find. "Grammy said no swears!" She frowns, not moving from her spot. Pausing my frantic buttoning, I scoop her up and carry her into the bathroom whilst assuring her, "Daddy is very sorry! He just wants to get you to your performance." I set her on the counter and quickly wash her face and hands, mentally berating myself for sleeping in so bloody late. "Daddy! I'm going to be a ballerina today!"She exclaims as I place her on the ground. "I know baby doll, and what do ballerinas wear? Can you show me what they wear?" I ask. 

To my delight, she takes my hint and goes running of the room, allowing me to finish buttoning my shirt and check my phone messages. They're mostly from my mother, yelling at me about being late and gloating that she knew this would happen, which only increases my panic and guilt about the whole thing. It seems the harder I work at being a good father, the worse it comes along. Aleisha, her mother, was right about me, but that doesn't matter. She's not here. I am, and what matters right now is getting my little angel to the recital. 

Rushing out of my bedroom, I collect the items my mother had detailed in her message: my video camera, a dress for Haley's celebratory dinner, and her backpack. After striking out all the items on the list, I grab my daughter, tuck her under my arm like an American football, and carry her to the car like a man on a mission. My neighbours stare as I frantically strap Haley into seat. "Daddy, where's your pants?" She giggles. I look down to find myself in dressed entirely except for my pants. How on earth did I forget that, I ask myself as I rush back into the house to retrieve my dress pants.  

Y/N P.O.V. 

They were all accounted for except for one. Haley Hemmings, one of your most gifted dancers, is missing. You hope she isn't sick or injured. As you walk around, watching all the mother's prepare their children, you stumble into a conversation between a four of the mothers. 

"Liz is here already…and Haley isn't. You know what that means, girls," Rosalind, a blonde, type A mother of twins, winks. Automatically, you know who they are talking about, Haley's father, Luke. He's always been popular amongst the mothers of your dancers. "Why do you think I'm wearing this pushup bra? I came prepared!" the slender brunette, Kathy who is married to a divorce lawyer, laughs. "Oh, you're so bad!" Rosalind giggles. "You're married, Kathy!" Gina, mother of one girl, scolds while holding back a laugh. "Exactly. Do you think I'd look this good for my husband? No way," Kathy whispers loudly to the rest of the girls, so the little girls running around wouldn't here him. "He is so gorgeous and single and rich. My three favourite things," Rosalind giggles. You shake your head, and begin to walk away unnoticed. "You shouldn't talk about him like a piece of meat! Not after what he and his daughter have gone through," Emma, mother of 6..three of which have been in your dance classes, scolds. 

This piques your interest. You pause and help one of the little girls with her hair while you listen. You had always prided yourself on being above the gossip, but just this once you couldn't help it. You listen as Emma and the other mothers talk about how Luke's wife left him when Haley was two. She had been cheating on him, and it destroyed him. Apparently, he had been running himself ragged, trying to manage being a father, husband, and lead singer of a massively popular band. Now with the help of his mother, Luke is somehow managing to be a single father and travel around the world. It really impressed you. Not because he was a merely single dad, but because he was a good one. Haley always talked about her father, more than any other girl in the class…more than any other girl you had around. She didn't talk about his fame or wealth. She'd talk about their trips to the zoo, dance parties, and games to help her with homework. For someone who was travelling so much, Luke seemed to be around much more than most parents were. 

Suddenly the women stop talking and all of them turn their attention to the backdoor where a tall, flustered man in a dishevelled suit roots around in a backpack, desperately searching for something whilst he daughter greets some of her classmates. The mothers giggle and are about to approach him, when you step in. Maybe it was jealous. Maybe it was human decency. All you know is that you can't let these horny housewives eat him alive. "It's time for you all to get to your seats, please," You say to all the mothers kindly as not to arouse suspicion. They glare at you, but obey you, leaving the poor man alone. 

Luke's P.O.V. 

They have to be here somewhere. I could've sworn I packed them! They must be he-"Is there something I can help you with?" A sweet, saccharine voice says, interrupting me from my search. I look up to see a beautiful young woman in tights. It takes me a second to realize it's Haley's teacher and that I'm not imagining this. "I uh can't seem to find her tights. I'm sure I packed them!" I say absentmindedly, sounding like an idiot. "Oh don't worry I always keep spares," She smirks, and temporarily leaves me to retrieve a pair of tights from her bag, "I always bring extras of everything. I lose things so often…I'd lose my head if it wasn't attached." I smile at her as she laughs. It's infectious and entrancing, so much so that I almost do not notice a tugging at shirtsleeve. 

"Daddy," Haley whines. I look down to see her eyes welled up in tears. "Don't worry, baby. I got you tights! Here, go put them on!" I assure her, bending down to be at her level. "I don't want to…" She pouts. "Why not?" "I'm scared, Daddy," She cries as a little tear falls down her rosy cheek. She's breaking my heart. I quickly wipe the tear away with my thumb, give her a quick kiss on the forehead, and smile, "Baby doll, wanna know a secret? I get scared too. When I go on stage in front of all those people, I get very scared…but do you want to know what makes me feel better?" She looks up at me with her big blue eyes, imploring me to tell her more. "You do, Haleybaley. I pretend I'm in the living room with you and grandma Liz singing and dancing, and all my fear goes away….so can you do that for me, baby doll?" I ask her. She nods, and I pull her into a big hug. It still amazes me that she is mine. She's the most perfect person I've ever met. I knew that from the second I saw her, right after she was born. Once I had her in my arms, I knew my life had changed irreparably and nothing would be the same. It was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. She still is. 

Haley scampers off to put on her tights, and I suddenly feel quite self-conscious. Standing in front of her incredibly beautiful dance teacher in a haphazardly buttoned suit, untucked and sans tie. I stand up and awkwardly search for my tie whilst watching her dance teacher leave once again to organize the children backstage. Haley joins the line of girls in tutus, waiting to go on stage while I still struggle with my tie. 

"Need help with that?" Y/N asks, appearing out of nowhere. "Uh yeah that'd be great," I reply as she gracefully steps towards me and starts fixing my tie. I joke, "You've saved me twice tonight!" "That's what I do. Full-time dance teacher, part-time superhero," She giggles, and then adds more seriously, "That was really great what you did there with Haley." "Oh that was nothing. I was just being a parent." "Well let me tell you…not many parents are that good at that. You'd be surprised what people say to their children, so it wasn't nothing," Y/N says, giving me a sweet, mind-numbing smile. "Th-th-thank you," I stutter awkwardly, eliciting a small giggle from her. "It's no problem." "I'm sorry. I'm never this nervous usually. I mean I am always awkward, but I guess I'm just nervous about the recital and then you're beautiful and I-" I start rambling before I am graciously cut off by someone calling Y/N's name. "You're really sweet, but I have to go. You should too. You need to get to your seat," Y/N tells me as she starts walking away. "Alright, well I'll see you after maybe?" I ask. "You just might," She winks, leaving me momentarily breathless. 

After regaining my composure, I head to my seat where my mother, father, Ashton, Luke, and Michael are all waiting. "Look who finally decided to show up!" Calum teases, nudging my side as I take my seat between him and Ashton. "Where were you?" Ashton asks, as the curtain opens. Y/N takes the stage and starts her introduction to the recital. I can't contain a smirk. "Someone's hot for teacher," Michael teases under his breath. "Shut up, Mikey," I groan as she exits the stage and the music begins. From within a line of dancers, Haley appears on the stage and the boys go wild. "THAT'S MY NIECE!" Michael screams. " WOOO YOU GO HALEY!!" Calum and Ashton echo. My mother whips her head around and glares at the guys as if to tell them to shut up. "Sorry mommy Hemmings," Michael mutters with a laugh. 

As embarrassing as it is to admit it, I can barely contain my tears as I watch my little princess dance around the stage. She steals the show. No one else compares to her. All the boys agree too. She's the best thing to happen to any of us. She's my little angel.