NOT DIRTY!!! GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER!!!! YOU DIRTY MINDED READERS :P x

Harry:
"I want you to Rock Me, Rock Me, Rock Me YEAH!" your four-year-old son yells, running up and down the hallway playing an air guitar like a rock star. "I want you hit the pedal, heavy medal show me you can" Harry continues picking your son up and placing him on his shoulders. "I think Logan should join the band" Harry suggests to you as you're in the kitchen fixing yourself a cup of tea. "Mhm" you smile before continuing, "... But maybe we should keep that song for our ears only yeah?" you smile at your son, squeezing his cheeks as Harry sets him down. "Okay, I'll just sing Live While We're Young" he smiles running back to his room. "Great choice" you mumble still not pleased with some of the lines. "Tonight let's get some and..." Harry smiles, wrapping his arms around you. "... and live while we're young" you continue pressing your lips to his.

Liam:
"Hit the pedal, heavy medal show me you can" your daughter sings to herself as she brushes her doll's hair softly with a plastic brush. Liam heard his daughter sing that song multiple times before but thought nothing of it. If she doesn't really understand what it means than it's harmless right? "Daddy? What does Rock Me mean?" she asks, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion. Liam gulps loudly as he places his daughter on his lap. "It means... uh-uh" he stutters, unable to form an alternative explanation to give to your curious five-year-old. "It's like what I'm doing to your little brother right now. You have to swing the baby in your arms for a little while to help him sleep better" you smile, saving Liam's butt. Your daughter goes back to her doll satisfied with the answer as Liam thanks you for saving him.

Niall:
"I want you to Rock Me, Rock Me, Rock Me, YEAH!" your five-year-old twin boys sing, jumping up and down on the bed singing their little hearts out. They soon stop as they see their father at the door, knowing they both were in big trouble as they knew they couldn't jump on the bed. "I thought I heard someone sing in here" He smiles, sitting down comfortably on the bed next to his boys. "Please don't tell Mummy we were jumping on the bed" Riley pipes, snuggling into his father's side. "Yeah, We'll be in a lot of trouble if she finds out" Ryder finishes, snuggling close to his dad on the other side. "How about we make a deal. If you never tell your Mummy I thought you that song and never sing it again, I won't tell her you were jumping on the bed" he smiles, nudging his boys knowing how much trouble he wil get into with you if you knew he thought that song to his boys. "Deal!" they say in unison, never speaking of it again.

Zayn:
"I want you to Rock Me, Rock Me, Rock Me, YEAH!. R-O-C-K me again R-O-C-K me again R-O-C-K me again yeah. I want you to R-O-" your sons sings, putting his toys back in the toy chest like you asked him to but is soon interrupted. "Zachary Javaad Malik! Who in the world thought you that song?" you scold, already knowing your husband was behind it. "Me and Daddy were listening to it in the car on our way to school and he thought it to me. I even sung it to Lana and she really liked it" he smiles innocently, referring to his little crush who happened to be Liam's daughter. "Sweetheart, It's a very nice song but I don't like you singing it, especially outside of this house" you say softly, knowing if he sung it at school the teacher wouldn't be pleased. "Mummy's right" Zayn said from behind, smiling at you. "How about I teach you One Thing and we can rock out to that every morning on our way to school?" Zayn smiles, earning an approving nod from both you and Zach.

Louis:
"So Daddy... I sung Rock Me to Haven at school today like you said and she really liked it. She invited me to go to Uncle Zayn's house on Friday to teach her the words" he smiles chewing on his chicken. "Lou!" you shout at him for being stupid to teach your four-year-old son a sexual song. "You couldn't teach him Twinkle Twinkle Little Star or The Barney song. You had to teach him that?!?" you frown. "Hey! The Barney Song or Twinkle Twinkle isn't going to get my son any ladies" he laughs, high fiving Adam in the process. You shake your head at the embarrassment of your family. "C'mon Babe, Remember it was your favourite song when we met and you would have me sing it to you every time we..." he starts as you cover his mouth with your hand. "Shut up" you warn. "Every time you what Daddy?" your son pipes with curiosity. "Let's just say you and your little sister came into the world with the help of that song" he laughs as you try and hold yours in.