ON HOLD/Edited
*Soft Story// Short Story*
He thought he could settle with a friendship, he knew if he couldn't have them the way his heart desires then a friendship would be enough for him. Anything was better than having nothing. But it wasn't enou...
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A son?
Why does this affect me so much? Why do I care if this woman whom I have never met before last night has a child?
Why?
I stay standing in the kitchen watching as the others walk around laughing and enjoying their time making cookies. Grey is seated on the counter while Calliope hands him a spoon of raw cookie dough they had finish making. Niall watches and bickers back and forth with Magnolia as she catches him sneaking chocolate chips in his mouth.
I look down and see that someone has taken the tray I have finished to the oven. They all seemed happy and playful as Calliope whispers something in Grey's ear which causes him to laugh and point at Niall.
I let out a light laugh and look around, there's a presence gone. Nobody seems to notice it as they all laugh and have fun with each other. I clear my throat, "Um can I use your restroom?" I ask out loud to anyone who is listening. Magnolia turns her head after closing the oven door. She smiles at me before wiping her hands on the side of her hips.
"Yeah," she nods her head and makes her way towards the sink. "There's a half bath near the living room." I make my way out of the kitchen, looking around for the bathroom but I stop in my tracks when I see a little boy sitting on the floor of the living room looking down at his lap.
Arlo.
He was sitting there all alone, he looked sad while he hums to himself. Something about a kid sitting by themselves doesn't sit well with me. I make my way towards him, he looks up surprised by my actions of bending down and sitting next to him.
"Hi," I'm the first to speak up, I look at him as he brings his gaze back to his lap. He opens his mouth but struggles to say hello back. He must be nervous, he sighs and looks to the side trying to avoid my face. "My name is Harry." Trying to make him more comfortable.
It's then I see his shoulders shake slightly and a heavy sigh before little quiet sniffles. I'm taken back at the actions and very confused about what I have done to make him cry.
"Hey, I'm sorry," I say as I back away, only a little to give him more room and show him I meant no harm. He only shakes his head and brings his knees up to rest against his forehead. My mind flashes back to last night when I watched or found Magnolia doing the very same thing.
Now I'm scared, what the fuck did I do?
Oh gosh Harry, you wanker.
My head whips up when I hear the kitchen crowd making their way to the living room. Now I know this looks bad, a grown man with a crying little boy. Shit.
Niall walks in with Grey in his arms, probably to the fact he can't walk. Calliope and Magnolia were right behind him giggling like a couple of school girls. Magnolia whispers something in her sister's ear which causes her to look at Niall's ass and look back at her sister before nodding and biting her lip.
