Their Babies |niam,nouis| Mpreg

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I am the one and only Niall Haron. Or as my two beautiful children call me, Mummy.

Yep, that's right. I Niall Haron, gave birth to Zoey Payne and Olli Tomlinson.

Zoey is my oldest, 4 years old. Ollie is only 2.

Now now, let me explain.

4 years ago, I was in a relationship with Liam Payne. The famous pop star. We did the nasty and BAM! Zoey Payne was born. Liam left me while I was 8 months pregnant. He said that if anyone found out that he knocked up a freak that it would ruin his reputation. I, being the boss bitch I am, cursed him the fuck out and told his ass, if he leaves then he better not come back. And he never did. But I do catch him stalking my instagram every now and then.

Now Louis, Louis fucking Tomlinson. He was something else.

2 years after I had Zoey, Louis came into my life. He was sweet and caring. We went on a few dates then once again he knocked this bitch up. He stayed with me the whole pregnancy. And a month with Olli. Then he got his big break in Hollywood. And left me for fame. I went on a rampage that day. I basically only stayed with my babies. Blocked my mum out, blocked my dad out. Blocked everyone I knew out.

Then months later I get over Louis and live my life like a boss bitch should. Happy as fuck and single.

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I was sitting on the couch watching E! News. Zoey was practicing her drawing and Olli was in his own little world, playing with stuffies and sucking on his paci.

"Louis Tomlinson has just got his 2nd Grammy last night." The anchor man gasped.

"Mummy! Mummy! Can we go to the park today?" Zoey asked, excitedly.

I smiled at her excitement and nodded.

"Yeah, we can go baby girl, go get Olli's stroller and while I get his bag." I smiled.

She nodded and ran down the hall to Olli's room. I chuckled and got up. After taking all of Olli's toys and stuffing the ones he usually plays with in his bag, the ones that he doesn't goes back into the toybox. Zoey rolled his stroller over towards me and I put Olli in it.

"Lets go mummy!" Zoey squeaked.

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"Okay, don't talk to strangers and run to mummy if anything happens." I smiled.

"Okay Mummy, I will only play on the swings and talk to girls my age." Zoey smiled sweetly.

She ran off towards that swings and I laid a blanket out for Olli to play on.

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While I was sitting watching Zoey talk to a black haired girl, I heard an all to familiar voice calling my name out.

"Niall is that you." He smiled, as he ran over to me and my sleeping son.

"The fuck do you want Payne?" I spat.

He stepped back and looked at me hurt.

"I just haven't talked or seen you in a while. And I never even got the chance to meet our daughter." He frowned.

"And who's fault it that?" I glared.

"I'm so sorry Ni." He whimpered.

"Fuck a sorry bitch, you left me with MY daughter alone. I was fucking 17 Liam! Do you know how stressed I was." I sighed slightly angered.

Liam looked down at me with teary eyes.

"Mummy who is that?" Zoey squeaked.

I smiled at her and waved her over.