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-last thing said-

"My son and Bradlee had sex?"

-current time-

Niall- 30
Zayn- 30
Harry- 11
Louis- 11

*Harry's POV*

Going to hang out with Bradlee today is not going to be fun. At first he was really fun, and now he's kinda.. Boring. We never ever do anything. I'm going to miss Louis and Daddy though. I'll miss Zayn the most though. And the puppy! We never did name him.

"Harry!" Bradlee yells, picking me up and spinning me around. As he puts me down, I frown. "What's wrong Haz?" Bradlee asks me. I shrug. "Your no fun anymore. Can we do something fun?" I ask. "Um, yeah I guess. What do you wanna do?" He asks. "I wanna... Make daddy jealous." I answer.

"What?" he asks. "Please? Just, c'mon follow me." I say. He shrugs and follows me to daddy's room. I knock on it and wait for him to answer. "Who is it?" He asks. "Harry and Bradlee." Bradlee says. "Okay, one second." He says. Seconds later he comes and opens the door. "What's up guys?" Daddy asks.

"Bradlee has to tell you something." I rush the words out. "I do?" Bradlee asks. I nod my head. "Um.." He starts. Daddy looks at both of us confused. I gesture with my finger for Bradlee to bend down. He bends down and looks at me. "Tell him he looks... Nice." I whisper. I hear daddy chuckle then try to cover it with a cough.

Bradlee stands up and turns his attention to daddy. "Niall, you look.. Amazing." He says. I smile. Daddy shakes his head. "Thank you Brad but, I know you only said that because Harry here, told you to." Daddy comments. I groan.

"Fine. Then tell me I look nice Bradlee." I say. Bradlee and daddy both look at me. "Don't tell him what to-" daddy starts. "Harry, you look absolutely stunning." Bradlee says. I smile and hug him. "Aw, thank you!" I say. While were still hugging, Bradlee whispers in my ear, "is this fun for you? Making your dad jealous?"

"No, but I think his expression is what makes it fun."

-that night-
-Niall's POV-

"Why do you always ruin everything!"

"I'm just looking out for you!"

"Yeah? Well seek elsewhere."

"Your my son! I can't exactly 'seek elsewhere'."

"I'm not your son."

"What?"

"I don't want anything to do with you! I hate you!"

I jolt up out of bed, with sweat and tears. I take deep breaths and look around. I put my head in my hands and try to regain my breath again. "Fuck.." I mumble. As I'm removing my hand from my face and move it to under the cover, I feel something. I furrow my eyebrows and touch around trying to see if I can figure out what it is. Then I feel arms, and legs.

I reach over and turn my lamp on.

"Zayn? Get up." I say, shaking him. He groans but opens his eyes. "What happened?" He asks. "Why are you in my bed and not on the couch like I asked you to?" I ask. "I got cold." He says. "I gave you cover." I remark. "Alright fine. I wanted to sleep with you." He says. I sigh. "Are you mad at me?" He adds.

"No Zayn." I say. "Why would I be mad that your in my bed, without my permission?" I ask. "Niall.. I'm sorry. It's been so long and I just-" he starts. "You could've just asked." I cut him off. "I could've?" He asks, shocked. "Well yeah. That's kinda what people do. They ask for things." I say. "Doesn't mean I'll say yes but, there's a better chance I might." I add.

"Why do you have nightmares so much?"

I look at Zayn. "I don't know..." I mumble. "And there always about Louis." I add. "Your probably afraid he's going to leave." Zayn says. "Why would I be-" I start. "Because he's not your son by blood. So I'm guessing you feel as if he can walk out any minute he wants." Zayn says. I think about that.

Do I feel like that? "Can we just go back to sleep?" I ask. "Yeah, I'll go." He says, getting up. "Zayn, wait." I say. He turns around and looks at me. "What?" He asks. "You can.. Stay. If you want." I say. He smiles. "Okay." He comments.

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Is this long?

Why do I feel like giving up on this story?

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