dirty little secret [dark l.p]

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Liam's POV

At this moment in time, we were heading to a park somewhere in London, to meet my sons adopted parents.

My son. That feels weird to say and think.

I was nervous, and anxious. But, most importantly I was disgusted. I had to wear a long sleeved shirt in the summer time, to cover up my many tattoos. It was bad, but I wanted to make a good first impression.

All the choices I made when I was a teen haunts me to this day. If only I met Emily a little sooner in life, people would actually want to hire me for a job, instead of instantly judging me by my looks. She would've helped me make the right decisions, but unfortunately I didn't meet her until after all my screw ups. I give the wrong impression on people, which is a bad thing when it comes to employers. This is going to be a struggle that I have to live with for the rest of my life.

"Here we are." Emily says, as I put the car in park. I look around, seeing tall trees surrounding a large open area, including picnic tables. People are scattered among the field, some with dogs, and some with children. I watch as a boy and girl continue to mock each other, while their mother is busy handling the newborn baby in her arms. They fuss around for a little more, before I see them point to a playground not that far away. They smile widely, before scattering off in the direction of the swing set.

"Come on Liam." My mother says softly, getting out of the car. My hands lay on my thighs, sweating like crazy with all the nerves running through my body.

I wipe my palms on my pants, before getting out of the car. My mother and Emily meets me halfway, Emily's hand outstretched towards me. I smile, looking directly into her eyes, while holding her hand tightly. We walk side by side, to the picnic table we were meeting my sons adopted parents.

"I see them." Emily says, and my mother nods.

A middle aged women with blonde hair, and a small figure say next to a man with dark hair and a very lean body. They both were talking to each other intently, smiling every and now and then. As we got closer and closer, I just wanted to turn away and not face my problems.

I had to do this though. It's for my son, Zavin. I remember Lia telling me she named him that, and I could never shake the thought of him away after that moment.

"Mr. and Mrs. Glend?" My mother says suddenly, getting the attention from the two adults.

"That's us, and you are.." Mrs. Glend looked over at us, mostly me.

Emily looked over at me, nudging my side.

"I'm Liam. Liam Payne." I stuttered a little, before quickly regaining myself.

"Oh, yeah. Of course." Mrs. Glend motioned for us too sit down across from them. I held Emily's hand tightly under the picnic table, rubbing her soft fingers.

"I'm Karen, Mrs. Payne. Liam's mother." She introduced herself, before doing the same.

My eyes looked over to see Mr. Glend giving me a hard look, his jaw clenched.

My stomach churned with nerves, as Mrs. Glens started asking me questions.

-

"I think we can both agree on one thing," Mr. Glend said, eventually warming up to me a little bit.

"You can see Zavin," They said, and I smiled widely, Emily laughing with happiness.

"But," Mr. Glend said, "He's our son, and he always will be. We will not hand him over to you." My heart sunk in my chest, my smiling disappearing.