One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

Baby Mama Drama //Harry//

You sat patiently in the car, watching Harry bring his son, Clayton to his mother, Cynthia. This was a routine thing. Every Monday morning all of you guys got in the car to bring Clayton back to his mother and every time she tried to make some dramatic scene. I guess today was on of those days.
"Harry! I don't like you having girls around my son!" You heard her screech when she opened the door. You leaned your head on the window, watching her. You wondered what it would be like to smash her head into the concrete ground. Harry ignored her, handing over Clayton's overnight bag.
Then Harry gave Clayton a hug and turned around to leave.
"Harry! I'm talking to you!" Cynthia yelled after him, walking off the porch steps.
"What is it?" Harry asked, turning around to face her. Cynthia frowns, staring at him.
"Why are you so mean to me?" She pouts, batting her eyes at him.
"Do you have something in your eyes?" He asks her. Cynthia flushes red, embarrassed and shakes her head no. "Well I'm not nice to you cause you constantly disrespect my girlfriend."
Cynthia glances over to you in the car and rolls her eyes.
"I'd hardly call that creature a girl." She smirks. You heard her and lifted your finger, flipping her off. She gasped.
"Did you see what that monster did to me?!" She exclaims, grabbing hold of Harry's arm. He pulls away from her, staring at her in disgust.
"Go inside. You're embarrassing yourself." Harry told her. You looked over to Clayton, who sat on the steps watching his mom. Yeah, I'd be embarrassed too, if I had that women for a mother. Cynthai gathered herself and turned around angrily. She marched to the house, yanking Clayton up by his arms, bringing him inside the house. Harry got into the car, shaking his head. "You okay?" He asks you, buckling up his seat belt. You nods, licking your lips.
"You?"
He chuckles, running a hand through his long hair.
"I'm fine, just a little annoyed." He started the car and pulled out of the driveway.
"Why haven't you applied for custody of Clayton?" You suddenly asked him. Cynthia did not seem stable enough to take care of Clayton. She was a hot mess! Harry shrugs as he looks to the road.
"I guess I didn't want to force him upon you." He admits. You frown a bit.
"He's your son, he should come first. Besides I like Clayton, I wouldn't mind him living with us. The poor kid looks miserable when he has to go home to his mom." Harry starts thinking about what you said the entire drive home. Five days passed by and it was time for Cynthia to bring Clayton to the house. Harry had to go run an errand quickly so it was just you. You sighed, preparing yourself. You knew Cynthia would be talking up a storm since she was most likely served the papers for family court. When the bell rang you walked to it, opening the door.
"Hi Clayton," You smiled down at the little boy, ignoring his mother. Clayton smiles, rushing into the house, giving you a tight hug. Cynthia looked at you with a stank look, handing you Clayton's bag.
"Where is Harry?" She asked, peering over your head to see if he was in the room.
"He's out." You said simply, "bye." You went to close the door, but she stopped you.
"You must think you're queem of the world." You roll your eyes.
"Have a nice day, Cynthia."
"I'm not done talking to you. Harry will not be playing family with you and my son. He is mine. You guys are lucky I even brought him today. I'm going to win this case. The judge will never appoint a white child to live with an interracial couple." She said smugly.
You laughed at her, "Sweetie, in case you didn't know this, its 2015. A lot has changed. The judge will appoint Harry with sole custody of Clayton. You're unstable. Look at you, you're probably high right now."
"You know nothing you little hussie." She bares her teeth at you. You fanned your face.
"You, my friend need a breath mint." Cynthia glares at you shutting her mouth. "Now get off my property before I call the cops. Shoo, go along." You pushed her out the doorway, slamming it in her face.
"I hate that women." You mumble to yourself going to Clayton.