Daddy **ON HOLD**

Kimberly takes her daughter Faeye to daycare one day, and meets a guy. His name is Niall Horan. She sees him everyday, and they become closer... But then she watches him and how he is with her daughter, and realizes... she's in love with him. But will it work? Will they ever be more than friends? I guess you'll have to read to find out.

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2. Chapter One: The Beginning of The End

~Kimberly's POV~

Hi. I'm Kimberly, or Kim. I have a daughter, Faeye. She's five now, but she was three when this whole thing began. I also have two sisters, and an ex-boyfriend, but let me start at the beginning. The beginning of the end.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~TWO YEARS EARLIER~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I walked into the daycare center with Faeye. She was nervous, clingy. We went to the playroom area, and saw six or seven other kids, all playing, blissfully unaware that my world was soon to be rocked to the core. A man walked up to us, and all I can say is that he was more than pleasing to look at. Brown hair dyed blonde, sky-blue eyes, wearing a polo and a pair of chinos. The man smiled at Faeye.

"Who's this cutie?" He had an amazing Irish accent.

"My name's Faeye, and I'm three!" she beamed. He laughed and whispered in her ear.

"Your sister's pretty." Faeye giggled.

"That's not my sister! She's my mummy!" He turned to me and smiled.

"I'm Niall, and what's your name, love?"

"I'm Kimberly, or Kim."

Niall smirked. "Adorable."

Faeye saw a box of Legos and excitedly ran over to them. She sat down and started playing happily. I glanced at Niall. He was watching Faeye and grinning. I looked at my watch, startled at how fast time had gone by.

"Oh my gosh! I've got to go, or I'll be late for work!" I looked up at Niall. "Take care of her?"

He nodded seriously. "Of course."

*Niall's POV*

"Of course." I said, and she turned and walked out the door. I turned around and looked at Faeye playing with all the others.

"Okay kids, guess what? It's music time!" They looked up and ran over to me excitedly. I smiled and pulled out the CD player from the cupboard under the wash-up sink.

"Alright, who's turn is it to pick a song?"

A chorus of whiny voices rose up at once and I chuckled, raising my hands slowly. Silence fell, and I smiled.

"Okay, let me rephrase that. Who picked the song last time?"

A brown-haired boy named Andy stuck his small hand in the air.

"Me! I picked it, I picked 'Happy and You Know It'!"

I nodded, pursing my lips and looking around. My eyes landed on the small girl which had been brought in this morning. I remembered her name was Faeye, but I remembered, more clearly, her mother.

They resembled on another in many ways, like the innocent-looking grey eyes and the dimple in their left cheek.  Faeye looked rather happy, but something seemed to be troubling her.

"Faeye," I asked softly, "would you like to pick a song?"

She grinned, revealing a row of tiny pearly teeth.

"Yes please."

Well I had to give her credit for being a well-mannered kid, that's for sure.

"Alright, what song?"

She pondered for a second, a tiny crease appearing between her eyebrows and then looked at me.

"Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star."

I looked at the tiny spark in her eye as she said it and grinned at her, picking out the nursery rhyme CD and putting it in, pressing play.

Watching as most of the kids sung along, I barely noticed when Faeye began to cry. Probably because it was so quiet. Not loud screaming sobs like most kids do. She wasn't even making any noise. It was only when the sunlight from the window hit her face did I see the glittering tracks the tears had left on her skin. Her eyes were slightly bloodshot.

I got up and asked Mark, the other supervisor, if he would watch the kids while I took care of Faeye.

I picked her up and felt a lump in my throat form when she locked her small arms around my neck and rested her head on my shoulder.

After reaching a vacant play room, I sat down on a blue beanbag-chair and settled Faeye on my knee.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?"

She sniffled loudly and wiped her nose on my shirt. I didn't mind, I was used to stuff like that.

"That's my favourite song, and Mummy sings it to me every night."

"Then why are you crying?" My voice was tender and gentle, coaxing Faeye out her little shell.

"Cos' Mummy says that when she's gone, I should look at the stars and think of her until she comes back. B-but there are n-no stars."

She sobbed harder and clung to my shirt, the tears dampening it slightly.

I held her closer and rocked her slightly.

"It's okay, because it's daytime and there's a sun. So you can still think of her because the sun is a huge star. It doesn't have to be night time." I reassured her, stroking her curls and kissing the crown of her head.

She stopped crying and looked up at me with her wide, long-lashed eyes.

"It doesn't?"

I smiled.

"Nope, not at all. Now, how about we get you a drink of juice and get back to the other kids. Yeah?"

She nodded, hugging me again.

"Thanks Niall. You're the best."

I kissed her tiny button nose.

"I'm not the best, cheeky, you are."

Then, holding her hand, we walked back through to the music room.

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Hey Sami. Look, if you don't like certain stuff I've done/added, please feel free to change/delete it. :) xoxo ~ Patch

Hey, babes and Patch:) So, readers, I really only did like the first half, and Patch edited like 90% of it, so (almost) all credit is hers:) Love you babes, hope you like it! ~Sami

 

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