One Direction...All Dads? Series

Chapter 6.

"What the hell?" Harry blurted out. Moment ruiner for sure.

Niall wrapped me in a hug. I pulled back slightly. This was the most awkward moment of my life.

"Who is she?" Louis asked fiddling with his carrot necklace.

"My...err...my..."

"Daughter." I finished off for him.

"W-what? You had a daughter and didn't tell us?"

Niall twitched a bit.

"How old are you?" Zayn asked.

"17." I replied.

"Then you must have been 1 or so when we were still a band." Harry said.

Niall twitched again.

"You didn't tell us? WHY?" Liam whined...then turned back to his state of shyness.

"I thought it would ruin our band, and i was too young to father a little girl."

I huffed out a breath of hot, steamy, tense air.

"Did you ever love mom?" I blurted out.

Everybody looked at Niall.

Silence. Hesitation.

"Yes." Hesaid finally, looking down.

"Why did you leave her? You never talked or saw her ever again!" I said crossing my arms. A wavy piece of beach blond hair fell in front of my eyes. I swatted it away.

Niall looked around at his old band mates. "This?"

I rolled my eyes. "It thought maybe we would find something in common, or know eachother better, or maybe even start off on the note you left us on. But thats obviously not going to happen." I stormed off, and dissapeared behind the garbage bin.

"Why did you leave so early?" Calli whined.

"Because i just---"

"OOF!"

I slipped on a banana peel and landed on my back.

"Erggh." I moaned, rubbing my spine.

Calli couldn't help but slip a giggle.

I shot her a glare.

She chuckled once more. "E-heh. Sorry." She offered me a smile.

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"Doop a doo doo!" I imitated myself banging against the drums with drum sticks, as i listened to you Me At Six at full blast.

The door bell rang.

Thank goodness, the song had hit a low key, and i heard it. I turned off my music, and headed to the door.

Creeaaakkk. Our annoying, rusty door whined when i opened it.

"Hello? We don't buy girl scout cook---" I was cut off by the man standing in front of my door.

Niall Horan. Again.

"Elo, love? Is your mother here?"

I slammed the door on his face, and continued singing "Doop a doo doo..."

"Ellie dear, please open up."

I ignored his voice, went over to the kitchen and took a jelly bean laying in the granite bowl.

"El--fine." Then i heard footsteps and silence.

I shrugged. "Being silent works best then i guess." I chuckled to myself plopping on the couch and turning on the TV.

"Can you turn on Two and A Half Men? I like that show." A familiar voice peeped behind me, and i jumped.

"Ah!"

I looked back.

Sweet old pops had decided to stroll in the backdoor.

Why didn't i lock that? Idiot...

"Da---Niall. Please. Not now. Mom is not here. Bye now." I said waving a hand in front of his perplexed face.

He jumped on the couch next to me.

"Why do you watch Dance Moms?" He asked, tousling my hair.

I ducked under him.

"Es-cu-use me." I said.

Then the front door opened.

"Hel---mom?" My voice shrunk at 'mom'

Niall's eyes widened and brightened at the sight of her almighty young face, long red hair, lips dabbed with pomegranite lipstick, and her Coach sunglasses.

"N-Niall?" She dropped her handbag.

I moaned and covered my eyes with my hands.

My life was getting way too dramatic over here.