It was a pleasant Sunday afternoon at the Horan residence. Greg Horan was sitting in the kitchen next to his son Theo's high chair trying to get him to cooperate and eat his lunch, but every time he brought the spoon up to Theo's mouth, he'd turn his head the other way.
They went on like that for a good 5 minutes, until Greg said, "Theo! Niall's here with gifts!" Theo's jaw dropped with excitement, and Greg shoved the spoon in Theo's mouth before he could even see it coming.
Theo's face twisted with disgust as he spit the foul colored mush all over Greg's face. He then grabbed the baby food jar from the tray and chucked it at the side of Greg's head, causing it to bounce off and hit the floor, completely shattering the jar.
Greg stood up and angrily shoved the chair into the table while wiping the food from his face. He removed Theo from the high chair and began cleaning up the mess, while Theo toddled into the living room to watch cartoons.
After disposing of the broken glass, Greg sat back into the kitchen chair, and, with a sigh, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and started composing a tweet.
'Sick of being hurt by loved ones really am'
He was stopped from sending the tweet by massive shooting pains in his head.
"Sweet mother of Derby!" he shouted, rubbing his throbbing forehead.
Suddenly everything went black.
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Super Greg
FanfictionGreg Horan enables his super hero abilities of time travel and saves the 1D fandom from the tragic events of 2015