Little Mix as your moms (With Some Ships)

You risked your life to save me.

Hi, I'm Rory Joseph Hughes, I'm 10 years old. I'm the only child of Chris Hughes and Jesy Nelson.

Rory's POV:
So, you may be thinking to yourselves. That being the son of two celebrities is amazing and is full of luxury, no worries and enternal happiness. But no, I am mostly an average 10 year old living in London and yes there is some luxury in my life but I'm happy. I do attend public school and I'm very popular.

"Morning, mum" I say as I walk into the kitchen with a massive smile upon my face.
"Good morning, darling" Mum responds. "How did you sleep?"
"Meh, it was alright. Dad told me that he heard me talking in my sleep when he got up to use the bathroom." I say with a chuckle. The radio in the background begins to announce some news.
"A man who has been described with black short hair and carrying a handgun has been last spotted in a part of Central London. Please lock all doors and windows. The police are currently on the search for him." Me and mum stare at eachother. We bolt up all the doors and windows. Dad comes downstairs and into the kitchen.
"Dad there's someone carrying a gun on the loose" I tell him frantically.
"I know, son. I got a notification on my phone." He replies quickly.

A few minutes go by and we begin to hear somebody wriggling the front door handle. Then we hear loud banging at the door. We all huddle under the kitchen table. A minute later he has broken in and we can slowly begin to hear his footsteps towards the kitchen. I then see a pair of shoes on our tiled kitchen floor, I see the gun in his hand. He begins opening and searching the drawers. Dad slowly begins to crawl out from underneath the table.

Chris's POV:
I stand up silently and grab a nearby kitchen knife. I walk up behind the intruder and attempt to take out one of his legs. He counters by drawing his gun at me.
"Put the knife down, jackass" He instructs and I listen and put the knife on the counter. "I am armed!"
"I hear you loud and clear" I tell him. He's too focused on me that he doesn't notice Rory beginning to clamber out from underneath the table. Rory successfully takes out of his legs and disarms him.
"Rory, I'll hold him here. You go call the police." I tell him and he nods before grabbing the phone and calling the police.
"I'll warn ya boy, nobody messes with our family." I tell the intruder.
"You asshole! Let me go!" He says.

The police arrive soon enough and the news also appear at our door.
"So, what can you tell me about the attack?" The news lady asks.
"It was really quick. I got out from under the table and attempted to disarm him. But he drew his weapon on me and instructed me to put the gun down. Then whilst his attention was on me, my son Rory clambered out from underneath the table and sucessfully took out both of his legs. Then we called  999 and held him down till they arrived." I recall. The interview continued and Rory was awarded for his bravery.

(I know this one is a bit shite.)