He's my son (One Direction)

Home sweet home

For those who don't know what he looks like there's a picture of Nathaniel of the side. Sorry about not putting the picture up at the beginning of the story. I'm going to write the next chaper in Zayn Pov just once because I can't do it in ally's.

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I went to the hospital to pick up Nathaniel. I dressed him up in nice clothes. A button up brown and dark blue plaid button up shirt, rolling up the sleeves. I put a grey with a hint of purple and blue scarf around his neck. I slipped grey pants on his tiny legs then I put socks and some brown nice shoes on him. To top it off I put a grey Beenie on his little head.

I picked him up and carried him with me to the car. The doctor gave him some medicine for pain in case he felt some pain while walking. I buckled him in his car seat and kissed the top of his head. We made our way to Zayn's house and he kept crying for him.

"I want dddaaaaddddyyy!" He screamed. I picked him up from the area where he was playing with his toys and sat him on my lap as I sat down on the couch. I wrapped my arms around him and rocked back and forth soothingly. I noticed he started crying again.

"Where's daddy mommy. Where's harry at? Why does they leave me?" Nether Harry or Zayn was here. He missed Zayn a lot, he had seen Harry at the hospital a lot more then Zayn. Zayn was too busy with 'work'.

"I know you miss them baby, dad will be here soon. You'll see Harry tomorrow, he loves you and misses you a lot too." He hopped up and put his arms around my neck hugging me tightly. He needed attention and love, I was more than willing to give it to him.

I turned on the tv and put cartoons on for him to distract him. An hour passed and Zayn finally walked through the door. Nathaniel jumped out of my lap and ran into Zayn's arms. Zayn picked him up and walked over to the couch to sit down. He sat Nathaniel on his lap and Nathaniel was glued to his hip. He didn't want Zayn to leave his sight.

"Daddy can we play catch tomorrow? Can we go to the zoo and see clowns?" His questions went on and on.

"Maybe, dads busy Daniel. I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to hang out when it's Christmas." Nathaniel's expression changed. He looked sad and hurt. He slid off Zayn's lap and went upstairs to the bedroom with bunk beds.

"Zayn he hates how you barley spend any time with him. Can't you just say sure son and move on with the conversation."

"I'm not going to lie to him. I wish I had time to spend with him and he knows that." I don't think Nathaniel did know that. I spend my whole day with him and all Nathaniel wanted was one whole day with his dad, but he couldn't have that.

"I know he knows that, he's just used to spending a lot of time with his dad, Harry used to spend the whole day with him.." I mumbled the last part, I didn't want to hurt any feelings. I didn't want to offend him, but it was true.

"Well then why doesn't he go spend his day with Harry, it's not my fault I don't have time to spend with him. I have a job to do you know."

"Yes I'm aware, I'd just be nice if every once in a while you out your son first." I said it without hesitation. I didn't think I'd come out as bad as it did in my mind. He just got off the couch and went into his room, slamming the door.

I went to Nathaniel's room to have a chat with him. I turned the nob but the door was locked. I slightly knocked on the door but I got not answer.

"Nathaniel are you okay honey?" I asked, was he that hurt? I want to help him but I don't know how. How can you tell your child that his dad is a asshole who needs to be slapped in the face.

"Opened the door sweetie"

"No, go aways!" He shouted back to me. He sounded like he had been crying and it broke my heart to know he felt this way.

I walked over to Zayn's room and threw open his door, I was pissed because he has been hurting Nathaniel and I'm getting tired of it.

"Go talk to him, you're the one who hurt his feelings." I folded my arms and looked at him. He had a blank face as if he had no idea what was going on.

"Fine." He slid his phone in his pocket and walked pass me hitting his shoulder on mine. Douche bag... He knocked on his door just like I had done, nothing different.

"Come on son, let dad in. I want to talk to you." He leaned against the door putting his ear on it to listen to Nathaniel talk.

"No! I hates you. Neber talk to mes adain!" He yelled back at Zayn. He's never said he hated anyone before. I was just as shocked as Zayn.

"Your just mad Nathaniel. Don't say hate, it's a bad word." He said sternly, I knew what was going on. He missed him and he held like Zayn never misses him. He looks up to Zayn, but Zayn never looks down to give him the time of day. I walked over to the door and pushed Zayn gently away from the door.

"If you don't open this door when I count to three, you're not going to see Harry or ice cream for a long time!" I didn't yell, I just talked loudly. I wanted him to know I was serious but I'm not mean. He unlocked the door and Zayn opened it, entering the room slowly. E shut the door before I could go in. Guess he didn't want me in there. Home sweet home right.....