Baby Niall

Chappy 16

Niall smiled to himself, he had been watching YouTube videos all day, and now he can finally count to ten without messing up or mixing up the numbers four and seven. He was ecstatic, and wanted to show his daddy.

Louis, Harry, and Zayn were all out for either meetings with management or to fill in on some of their new album. They wouldn't be back until Niall was fast asleep. Niall recited the numbers in his head as he padded up the stairs.

In Liam's office, the grown man sat angrily at his desk, typing a very important email to Sun. They had somehow managed to get a picture of Niall being his two year old self inside their home. He wants to sue, but is giving the company a chance to delete the picture before doing so. Publicity is not something that Niall needs, ever.

Niall, being the polite boy he is, knocked before entering the room. Liam sighed in frustration, shouting,"Come on," before typing away again. Niall bounded in, and peered over the computer to look at Liam,"Daddy!"

"What, Niall?" Liam said, trying not to sound too rude but to give his son a warning that he's not in the best mood. He was tired, he had been working for four hours straight. He was annoyed beyond compare.

"Niall can count to ten!"

"That's great."

"Can Niall show you?"

"Not now, Niall-"

"But Daddy, I can count to ten!"

"That's great."

Niall took that as a sign to begin, and so he loudly began to count, occasionally looking at his fingers. He didn't even make it to thrity before Liam slammed his fists on the desk, making Niall shut up. Liam's eyes were burning into Niall's as he said,"Yay! You can count to ten. Big whoop. So can everyone else, Niall! It's not that important, Now go away."

Niall's bottom lip trembled, and he walked out of the room, making sure to slam the door extra loud. Liam rubbed his temples, before typing angrily again.

Niall stomped to the living room, and sat on the couch. He didn't want to cry, but Liam was being mean. Tears made their way down his face, and he sniffled as quietly as possible.

He stayed like that for a few minutes, and then he heard Liam shout from the office,"I'm making dinner in an hour!"

Niall nodded, even after he heard the door slam shut again. In the mean time, he went up to his room to occupy himself for the next hour. He didn't know how long an hour was, but he guessed that he could wait.

So he played with his small toys for a while, and Liam never came to get him. It was dark outside now, and Niall knew that it had been way more than an hour. It felt like ages.

Then a thought popped into his head. What if Liam was doing that to punish him? What if he was still mad at him and wanted him to be hungry. He was still mad for interrupting his work earlier, so he was being punished for being a bad baby.

The thought bright more tears to his eyes, and his stomach told him to go down to the kitchen and find something, anything! But his head was in the right place, or at least that's what he thought. He thought he was a bad boy.