Stay (The Kids Aren't Alright Sequel)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Seven

All of us were only dreaming

Everything is actually a mess

"So, next time you guys decide to take a mini vacation we get to watch our grandson. You never leave him with us and I don't understand why." Zayn says before turning his direct attention on Eli who was bouncing happily on Zayn's lap.

"That's because you're insane, Pa." Oliver says back, walking back into the front room from the kitchen. He kissed my cheek softly before sitting down next to me, throwing an arm over my shoulder as Zayn looked at Oliver like he was crazy.

"I am not insane, thank you very much." Zayn says, glaring at Oliver a little. Eli seemed to find that hilarious, letting out a string of giggles which turned Zayn's attention back to him.

"Says the guy who ran around in a gorilla mask for my entire childhood." Oliver grumbles and I smacked his arm softly. Zayn didn't seem to catch Oliver's comment, talking to E.J. in baby gibberish who was just getting a kick out of it.

"Your father has a point Oliver James." Liam says, walking into the room as well.

"What do you mean? You guys get to watch him almost as much as Alex's parents do." Oliver protests, but it was a goddamn lie. It wasn't that we didn't trust Oliver's parents, we just didn't want our son to be subjected to the same kind of torture we got as kids... You couldn't exactly blame us.

"I told you I'd be the cool grandparent." Dad says, smirking as he looks at Liam. Everyone in the room just groaned out loud, earning a small gasp from Dad.

"Harry, you're never going to be cool." Liam says, glaring at Dad who looked very offended.

"Rude." Dad says, shaking his head as he sticks his tongue out at Liam.

"Childish."

"Fight me."

"Is that a challenge?"

"F uck yeah it is."

"Dad, swear jar." I spoke up now, sitting up a little more to look at Dad.

"My house, my rules." Dad retorts, once again sticking out his tongue. I quirked an eyebrow at that, finding it a bit odd that my father was acting like he was two again.

"My son, my rules." I said back, smirking a little when Dad looked at me with a shocked expression. Dad opened and closed his mouth and I could tell he was looking for some sort of reply, but Mum came into the room before he got the chance. Mum kissed his cheek before skillfully picking Eli up from Zayn's lap.

"Hey!" Zayn protested but Mum didn't even seem to care. Mum left the room, grabbing Dad's arm as he did so. Zayn followed him, grabbing Liam's arm to which Liam just shook him off.

"He took the baby." Zayn whined, looking between the door to the kitchen and Liam. Liam folds his arms over his chest, shaking his head a little as he looks at Zayn.

"And?" Liam asks, it was obvious he didn't truly care.

"I want." Zayn grabs Liam's arm again, a pout on his face as Liam lets out a long sigh. It wasn't long before it was just Oliver and I in the front room. I could hear the parents arguing in the kitchen, making me smile softly before cuddling into Oliver's side.

"Do you think they'll ever stop fighting?" He asks, kissing the top of my head.

"Maybe, I think they're just fighting over the fact that there's only one baby. I guess it's a good thing we've got another one on the way, huh?" I said quietly, my voice holding a teasing tone to it. Oliver stiffened though, moving away from me which earned a very confused look from me.

"Are you alright?" I asked him, sitting up completely as Oliver stands up from the couch. I found his reaction to be a bit odd...

"I'm just fine... Should we go save our son from our parents? It's getting close to his bed time."

"No... I think you need to tell me what's wrong." I said slowly, waiting patiently for his answer. I wasn't really sure if he was going to give me on though, he was trying to avoid the subject...

"Nothings wrong." Oliver says, refusing to look at me.

"Don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying. I'm just fine."

"Are you mad at me or something? Cause if you are it's kind of ridiculous. You've known for over two weeks that I'm pregnant Oliver... If you were going to get mad, you should've done it earlier."

"I'm not mad, I'm fine. Now will you drop it?" Oliver's tone makes me flinch a little, I hadn't expected him to be so defensive... All I did was bring up the baby, it wasn't like I was asking him to break up with me again or something.

"Okay... I'll drop it." I said, knowing that it was pointless to keep pushing. If I kept pushing, he'd get angry and I just didn't need an angry Oliver on my hands right now... Especially with our parents in the next room. I sighed before getting off the couch, walking past Oliver and into the kitchen where Mum was glaring at Zayn who had Eli in his arms. Liam had Dad in a headlock and on any normal day I would've asked why but I just wanted to go home now.

"Can I have my son back?" I asked quietly, my voice cracking a little as I asked. I felt close to tears and I guess I looked like it too because Zayn handed me Eli without question. I smiled thankfully before announcing that Oliver and I would be heading home. I didn't talk to Oliver the entire way home, not even when we got out of the car and walked up to our apartment. He didn't talk to me either, letting me walk into our bedroom alone with E.J. in my arms.

And he didn't follow me.

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Yeah.

I don't know.

I cry.

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