Forgotten [One Direction]

Forgotten Part 1

Here sits Harry Styles, a famous and loved singer and a bember of one of the world's most successful bands. Well, at least he was, twenty years ago. After the days in the band, he lost all of his money on poker, which made him totally broke. He lost his house, his stuff and is friends. Well, all but four of them. Louis, Niall, Zayn and Liam would never leave his side.

"Hazza!" Louis yelled and sat down next to Harry on the couch. "You're looking horrible, what's up?" He said looking at the former One Direction member infront of him.

"Thanks" Harry replied with a sigh. They had to pretend nothing was going on between them now that there was people around. Absolutly no one could know about their sectret relationship. Louis was married and had kids, and the Larry Stylinson ship had already sailed away.

It was Harry's sons 4'th birthday, but Harry wasn't happy what so ever. Maybe he would've been happy, maybe, if that son really was his. It would just be awkward to tell Louis that his kid wasn't his, after four years. 

"There's my birthday boy!" Louis yelled and picked up the happy four-yearold that was running around the house like a maniac. The boy had the curly brown hair, the green eyes and the dimples in his cheeks, just like Harry. Clearly Louis didn't notice. 

The kid was obviously Harry's, they looked exactly alike, and the boy was only four.

"Hazza, what's up?" Louis asked and looked at his friend.

Harry couldn't tell him. Maybe he would have been happier if he would have told Louis the truth.

I knocked your wife up and that kid's mine.

Or maybe that wasn't a good idea... Harry just felt such a conection with the kid, and hearing the boy call Louis his dad broke Harry's heart.

Harry pulled his fingers trough his curly brown hair that kept on getting thinner each and every year. Luckily it wasn't gray yet.

Well at least he had a better life then some of his friends. The pressure from the fans really got Zayn to go nuts. He quit the band, he quit shaving his beard and he moved himself and Perrie into a tiny apartment that's now full of mostly crap.

They had a kid too, but he was taken by social services and put into foster care.

Niall, on the other hand... Well, nobody knows if he's even still alive. Homeless as he is you never know if he'll make it trough the cold autumn nights of London.

Liam... Don't even get me started on where he is now...

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Harrys phone rang and he picked up directly after he saw Zayn's name appear on the screen of his phone.

"What's up?" Harry asked looking away from Louis and the kid. Ironicly Louis had named the little Harry Styles clone after their old manager Simon. Harry thought of those good days... It was many years ago, but he still remembered them as if it was yesterday. Now Simon's locked up. Not behind bars but in a coffin barried in the ground...

"Yeah, ya'know, nothin' really" Zayn replied, sounding high as always. 

"Then why did you call me?" Harry said. He was annoyed, because he didn't feel like he had time to talk to Zayn when he was on drugs. But when was Zayn not on drugs...?

"Me and Perrie..." He slowly said, kind of mumbeling. "We're taking our kid back and we need your help, tonight"

Harry tought about it. It was something illiegal, but he'd love to help a friend. He and Louis also had plans for the night.

"Sorry, I cant. Me and Lou are going to..." Harry paused. "Hang out" He said. Zayn replied with a loud laugh. 

"Good luck with your boyfriend" Zayn said before laughing again. Harry mumled something unhearable before hanging up and putting his phone back in his pocket. He was worried for Zayn. If he and Perrie were that high, they were never going to get away with steeling their kid back.

Harry looked at Louis. Simon wasn't there anymore. He was probably playing with his older sister. 

"Zayn and Perrie are taking their kid back" Harry said. At first Louis didn't answer and it looked like he was thinking.

"Harry, honesly, have you noticed that Simon looked exactly like..." Louis paused. Harry was starting to get nervous. What if Louis knew?

"Just like Eleanore? I meen, he has her eyes!" Louis said, making Harry sigh of relief.

"Well yeah, of course" Harry replied, but he couldn't be happier. Louis didn't know and he wasn't supposed to every know, that his kid was a little copy of his best friend, and secret boyfriend, Harry Styles.