One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

Baby Mama Drama 2 //Harry//

The day for Harry and Cynthia to go to family court was finally here. You sat on the bench with Clayton, listening to both sides of the case. Clayton rested his head on your lap. He had no idea what was going on and could careless. All he wanted was to leave to go get some ice cream like Harry had promised. You ran your hand through his hair, paying close attention to what the judge was saying.
"Your honor, they're trying to make me seem like an unfit mom!" Cynthia shouts. Her lawyer grabs her arm, pulling her to her seat. The judge was not impressed.
"Control your client." The judge ordered Cynthia's lawyer. Cynthia sat down, snatching her arm away from her lawyer.
"Miss Cynthia, there has been some allegations of substance abuse. Would you like to tell me about that?" The judge asks. Cynthia shrugs biting her lips.
"Lies."
"So you wouldn't mind taking a drug test?" Cynthia looks at her lawyer.
"Are they allowed to do that?" She whispers to him. The judge raises a brow, waiting for an answer.
"My word should be valid enough." You rolled your eyes at how stupid she sounded.
"Very well then. Full custody of Clayton Harrison Styles is granted to Harry Edward Styles. All rights of Cynthia Evans in regard to Clayton has been terminated. Case dismissed." Cynthia let out a gasp, standing up in outrage.
"You can't do that!" She shouts. Her lawyer tried to control her, which earned him a slap. "Don't touch me! You can't even win a case. I paid you to help me win! You're useless!" She screams, hitting him with her purse. The judge was getting fed up with her behavior.
"Please remove her from my court room." He tells the officers before standing up from the pew. He shakes his head as he walks out of the room. You stand up, smiling at Harry. "You won, baby." You smile wrapping your arms around him. Clayton sits up, rubbing his eyes. You pull away from Harry to allow him to pick up Clayton.
"I love you guys so much." Harry says, pecking you on your lips.
"Daddy can we have ice cream now?" Clayton asks. Harry smiles, ruffling his hair. "Yeah, buddy. We can have ice cream now." Harry held your hand as you guys walked out of the court house.
"You guys think this is over?!" Cynthia exclaimed, storming over to you guys. "Clayton is my son. You can't keep him from me." Cynthia sneers. "I won't let you." Harry handed Clayton to you.
"Listen, the court gave me full custody. You're so stupid, you basically gave them all the evidence they needed to revoke all your parental rights. You may be his mother by blood, but that's all. Clayton will never see you again, he is better off not seeing you. You're poison to him, to us. Stay away from us or I will get an restraining order against you." Harry growls at her. Cynthia starts to cry, pleading with Harry to let her see Clayton. "No, you're too late." Harry walks away from her,leaving her to her tears. You carry Clayton, rubbing his back. Clayton stares at his mother. She blows him a kiss, but he turns his head, hiding it in the curve of your neck.
"You alright?" You ask him. He nods, sniffling slightly. Harry turns to him, frowning.
"Clay?" Harry stops walking. Clayton lifts his head to look at his father.
"Daddy...can y/n be my mom?" You smile softly, kissing head.
"Ask her." Harry smiles looking at you. Clayton turns his attention to you.
"Will you?"
"I'd love to be your mom"