"No! Niall! I don't want to forgive and forget! I want to be violent and remember!"
"Baby you need to calm down. Seriously this is not the place for this." She tries to jump at the kid. Niall catching her before she could. "I'm gonna ring her little neck in I swear to god."
"Yes! I love it when Riley gets violent!" Liam yells. "We are a ballet recital, if I here one more noise out of any of you I swear to fuck you will all be dead."
"Why do you swear to fuck? Fuck is good." Liam just does not ever stop and I really wish he would. "Shut the fuck up. Don't even start cause if any of you ruin her day I will shoot you."
"Ah yes. The default Louis Tomlinson, mean words and empty threats." Harry stands behind me so I elbow his stomach. "You can shut up because you are not on my good list."
"Shouldn't that be the other way around?" Harry grunts. "It should. Oh my god. Oh god that hurts- what is your elbow made of?"
"Bones, i believe." Zayn adds in. "I hate you, oh my god I hate you all so much."
We all make our way to our seats, watching her little head pop out from behind the curtain. "Hi daddy!" She yells. "Hi angel!"
"My god, the duality of this man is absolutely diabolical. 'I'm gonna kill you blah blah blah I'll shoot your dick' now he's all smiley and shit and acting all gay like what the fuck."
"Liam shut up." I cried. "Hey, don't be mean to him." Zayn punches my leg. Harry starts to giggle. "You silly man."
Grabbing his thigh I squeeze as hard as I can hearing him belt out a bitchy little scream. Flinging himself to the floor. Harry holds his hands over his face, giggling like a school girl.
Stomping his feet on the floor leaning forward. "You're so cute." I laughed kissing the top of his head.
"Please turn phones on silent and refrain from making noise." Zayn sits back in his seat. "Why are your fingers so boney?"
"That's what I said." Harry whispered in a yell. "Oh my god that was awful." He wasn't breathing properly. I shouldn't be laughing.
"Hey can you three shut up." The women behind us whispers. "Oh god."
"Hey can you suck my dick." Harry turns around and the women goes pale.
I hated that I enjoyed that too. Not so much, but a little. Lifting my hips trying to sit comfortably in my seat Harry pushes me back down. "Stop doing that."
"I'm trying to sit comfortably in the chair." Harry rests his head on my shoulder. I brush my finger under his chin just sitting and watching.
It was three hours long, I thought I would've hated it but I honestly sort of loved it.
Sure it was a little biased because it's my kid but she was fucking great. I could hear the women behind us whispering about it too.
I was almost positive she was the one with the stupid kid that called Nia weak. I couldn't do anything about it cause Nia would kill me.
But I was still pretty mad.
Considering she's only been doing this two weeks she's pretty good. I mean— like better than she should be. I'd be concerned about it if I didn't know her well enough.
"She's doing fucking great." Liam leans over. "Did you get her extra classes?" I shake my head. "No. I think she's just that good."
"Weird." The show went on and we all sat quietly, most of the time.
When it was over I made my way quickly towards the backstage. The flowers hidden behind my back as I knelt down to look up at her. "You did so good I am so proud of you Angel."
Holding the flowers between us I watch her cheeks turn pink and the tears build up. "No, hey don't cry you did do well. You're okay."
"You got me flowers." Pulling her into the biggest hug I could give her I stand up from the floor. "Princess you did amazing. We're all so proud of you."
"Yeah. Where'd you learn all that?" Riley laughs. "In my bedroom."
"Oh so that's where my laptop went," Liam asked. "You did great kid. You looked like a true professional."
"I'm hungry." She whispers. "What do you want? You wanna go where we usually go?"
"Yeah.." she's back with the growling. "Oh god Nia. Come on."
"She's mine." Niall snatched her from my arms walking with Riley, a few steps in front. "Why don't they just have a kid?" Liam asked. "Riley can't have kids." Harry whispered. "What?"
"No. Her mum- did something to her stomach when she was younger I think- I think she hit her with something and it, pierced that part of her stomach and she can't- she doesn't have what she needs to- birth a child. If she tired then she would die during the labour."
"Shit." He nods. "Yeah. She's not- quiet about it or anything she's just not, going around talking about it all the time you know. If someone asks then she'll talk about it. I'm not sure why she can't adopt though."
"Her teenage years. Fucked her up big time. She got into some bad crowds and started gaining this reputation and building up her criminal record. So now- now she can't have or adopt. When I had Nia- when I brought her back. Riley just, took over. I didn't know what I was fucking doing."
"She's a really good mum," Zayn choked out. "She just can't, be a mum. Not to the extent she wants too. Niall's tried everything he can."
"I'll be back. You guys. Go to the dinner I'll meet you there okay." Harry runs over, kissing Nia on the cheek. "Be good okay." She nods. "Yes sir." 8 going on 80. "Good."
He runs back over to me, kissing me quickly. "Bye baby." I was in shock. "Bye." Shock. I didn't know what to do.
He was still kissing me. He hasn't kissed me like a normal person in a few days. I didn't know what to do. "Are you good?" Zayn laughs. "Mhm." I mumbled out. "Clearly."
"Hey you're missing one," The waitress laughs. "Where's your scary boyfriend?" She asks me. "He's- probably, doing something illegal." I couldn't talk properly. "Makes sense."
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Love&Affection | Larry Stylinson
Fanfiction"He's dead." Harry whispered. "That's the idea." "He's dead." He repeats. "I mean his eyes are separate from his sockets and his spleen is somewhere mixed in with his teeth. So yes." "You killed him!" He points. "Don't point what if he's shy." "Oh...
