Zack's POV
Why are you here?” Because my mom and dad, Aiden died two years ago and now I have to stay with my real papa who sends me here because he doesn’t want to ask me these things himself. She looked bored as I didn’t say anything.
“Okay then what happened two years ago?” Mommy and daddy got in a car to take Connor home and they never made it because the breaks went out and mommy chose Connor to live instead of herself and that means I have to take care of Connor now two for her. Still, I said nothing.
“Alright, why won’t you talk?” She huffed tapping her pen on her clipboard. Because you’re paid to listen to me, you don’t really want to, Papa wants to but he doesn’t have the time. Plus I have to save words for when I climb into Connors crib at night when everyone else is asleep and tell him stories of mom and dad. He has the right to remember them just like I do even if he was only a tiny baby. I guess that’s why his first word was momma even though no one except Charlie and Kayla ever say it around him. Because I would tell him about ‘Momma’ and then everyday he would wait for her to return and hug her, but she never will. “It’s no use you can go.” I hopped of my seat and walked through the hallway and into the waiting room, I looked around but couldn’t see Papa anywhere.
“Zack!” He called with a smile walking in from the outside with a two year old Connor in his arms. “How’d it go?” He asked. I guessed the women I was talking to shook her head ‘no’ behind me before walking to the front desk to give them my paperwork because his face dropped. “It’s okay Zack, we’ll find you an awesome person to talk to.” He said hopefully. But I wanted to talk to him…
“Okay…” I mumbled walking over and putting my smaller 7 year old hand in his bigger free one.
“Uncle Niall is picking Nicki up from here psychiatrists so they’ll meet us back at home.”
“Okay…” I mumbled again. He walked us up to the counter, paid the bill and then got us all in the car. “Papa….”
“Yeah?” His hazel eyes met mine in his rearview mirror.
“What if I don’t want to talk to all of these strangers you’re paying… "i said pausing" what if I want to talk to you?” His grip tightened on the wheel and his eyes shot back to the road.
“I’m not a professional, if anyone you should be talking to a professional-”
“Then shouldn’t you be talking to someone too?” his eyes grew wide in shock. “You miss mommy too, and daddy a bit, you loved mommy and she’s not going to be able to come back and hug you either-”
“Go together!” Connor clapped. “Zackie wants to talk with Daddy, Daddy needs to talk to profesh..nal-” he always attempts to say words he doesn’t know and it’s funny “- Zackie can talk to Daddy in front of profesh...no...nal, then everyone smiley!” He cheered happy he didn’t have to try and say professional anymore.
“That could work.” I smiled. “Good job Connor.” I highfived his really tiny preemie hand. Papa sighed. 2 to 1, we win.
Zayn’s POV
“It’s a good idea, I mean, you have to talk to someone too one of these days.” Niall shrugged before turning to his wife and placing a hand on her 8 month along pregnant belly. He was basically obsessed with this 1st kid of his. I couldn’t figure out if it was cute or this kid was going to be spoiled rotten… or both.
“Harry, Andrea, Erica, and Kat all talk to people, you should too. It's the best thing to do” Louis added. Harry’s eyes were trained on the floor.
“Yeah but she was Harry's step sister and Andrea was her best friend along with Kat and Erica.” I spoke at them. Kat was Niall’s wife and baby carrier, Erica was one of the very people who helped her run back, and fit in when she ran away from home.
“Yeah and you wanted her to leave her husband for you so what’s the fucking difference?” Harry spat. Everyone’s eyes grew a bit wider.
“Time to go a play with your friends.” Erica hummed awkwardly setting Charlie on his feet to run over to the others in the playroom. “Harry, we’ve all already talked through this-”
“I know but I’m sick of Zayn pretending he doesn’t miss her too, he does, I can tell I’m not stupid-”
“Let’s go talk a walk babe.” Andrea said helping him to his feet and out the front door.
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Unwanted // one direction fanfic
Fanfiction“What the hell are you doing?” I spat at Zayn. He just pulled away from her to look at me. “Get your hands away from my sister.” “Harry I’m so sorry-” “Oh really I’m your sister now?” She spat getting up and marching right up to me. “Why th...
