Harry, wait." Louis shouted while chasing me.
"What do you want?" I stopped to face. He finally caught up to me and to catches he's breathe.
"Please just let me explain." He said.
"Explain what that you left me and didn't tell me why? Yea I got the...
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Is now 1pm which is time to pick up Kevin from daycare. And I don't how to feel about being around Louis again. Does he know that he is a father of a three year old boy? I will think about this later I walked out of the car and into the daycare.
"Alright Kevin your dad is here." Mr. Malik said to Kevin. And he looked sad for some reason I don't know why.
"What's wrong with Kevin did something happened to him?" I asked the teacher.
"Yea, some kids was asking questions about parents and stuff." He said while walking up to me.
"Stuff?" I questioned him.
"Yea, cause he doesn't have a mom like the other kids. He felt lonely in a way." He said.
"Thank you, Mr. Malik." I shaked his hand.
"Zayn call me Zayn." Zayn said.
"Ok, Zayn see you tomorrow." I waved to him and walking away with Kevin holding my hand. I put him the car buckle him up in his car seat.
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"Kevin what's wrong?" I asked him cause I hate to see him so sad.
"Nothing." He lied.
"Come on, I know something is wrong and plus you are a bad liar." I teased him to make him smile.
"I'm just sad cause I don't have a mommy or daddy like the other kids do." He pouted sadly.
"We will talk about this at home, ok?" I said to him. He nodded he's head ok and I began drove as home.
There is note on the door saying I have a month to pay my rent or they will kick us out from our lovely landlord.
"Daddy." A Kevin's voice said.
"Everything is ok, sweetheart." I lied. I put the note in pocket and opened the door to let him go in first.
We have been struggling for a while and is finally catching up to us. If I don't take this job we will be homeless. I guess I have no choice but to text my manager and tell him I will take the job. I'm interviewing Louis Tomlinson tomorrow for the Chicago magazine.
