Lirry Stayne Book II

Horsing around

Liam bounced Bear on his knee just to see him laugh. Liam smiled at his son and kissed his forehead. "Daddy?" Liam hummed as he stood and walked into the kitchen, realizing it was time to cook Bear something to eat.

"I want to learn how to ride a horse." Liam set Bear down on the counter and cocked a brow. "You sure? It's not easy to do." Bear pouted and his big brown eyes started tearing up. "Hey, don't you dare start crying. I didn't say no, I asked if you knew it wasn't just sitting there and the horse does all the work." Liam said in a stern voice.

Bear sniffed and calmed down. "No, I still want to learn!" Bear wiped his eyes and smiled. Then he started begging his father as he cooked.

Liam set Bears food next to him and sighed. "If I find a place, then yes." Bear squealed and tried to hop off the counter. "Whoa!" Liam caught him in time and sighed. "Bear, please, don't do that again." Liam set him back onto the counter and feed him.

After an hour of being on the computer and looking at places that could teach Bear there was a knock at the door. "Mummy!" Bear jumped off Liam's lap and ran for the front door but tripped and fell on his knees.

Liam was right behind him and just scooped him up. He chuckled as he made sure Bear didn't bruise his skin. Liam opened the door and smiled. "Hey, Cheryl." She smiled and kissed Liam on the cheek. Then she turned and smiled at Bear.

"Hey there sweetie!" She took him from Liam's arms and kissed his cheek until he was giggling. "Did you have fun with daddy?" He nodded and told her what Liam was going to do.

"Really? Are you sure that's safe Liam?" Liam shrugged. "Of course, it is. I don't want him to get hurt and be scared of horses all his life." Liam ruffled Bears curls. "Let me get his bag and you two can be on your way." Liam quickly grabbed Bears bag, kissed him on the head, and watched them leave.

Liam looked at a few more places and found one the really liked. It was a little far, but it had amazing reviews. Liam decided to call in the morning since it was getting a little late.

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Harry hummed as he put his hat on. He was about to leave when his phone rang. He wondered what it could be so early in the morning.

He picked it up and put the phone between his shoulder and ear while he grabbed everything he needed.

"Hello?"

"Hello. I was wondering about your horse riding lessons." Ah, a client. "Well, you're going to have to be more specific there, mate. Is it for you? If so, then you're going to need-"

"No, no, not for me, for my son."

"Oh, well, how old is he?" Harry asked as he locked up and walked to his car. "He's three." Harry almost chocked on his saliva. "Starting him young, huh? Well, he's going to need a pony, not a horse."

"So, a baby horse?" Harry got slightly annoyed. "No, a pony and foals are completely different things, mate." Harry heard the man oh on the phone as he got in his car and connected the call onto the computer.

Harry started driving. "So, when do you want to bring him in?"

"Oh, how about in a week? And how much would it be?"

"A week sounds good, and that will depend. Mind if I get your name too?"

"Oh, how rude of me. I'm Liam Payne." Harry almost crashed. Liam fucking Payne was asking him to teach his son how to ride and horse. "Hello?" Harry blinked a few times and snapped out of it. "Oh, I'm sorry, I just wasn't expecting a pop star to ask me to teach their child how to ride a horse. Can't you just get, like, a personal trainer or something?"