Project (1D) Family

Chapter 7 - This should be interesting

Clothes in external, Zayn on the side

7. Chapter Seven – “This should be interesting.”

The first issue was getting out of the taxi. No, wait, let me do this an official way:

ISSUES:

1.       Getting out of the car.

As soon as the car pulled up, they literally all tried to jump at at the same time, which resulted in a traffic jam. And a lot of yelling. Then they couldn’t agree on who would go back and who would go out first. I knew that I couldn’t trust any of the younger four to not run off, so I reached into the tangle of arms and legs and grabbed Louis’ red shirt, and Grace’s pink dress. Harry saw what I was trying to do and yelled, louder and deeper than the kids, “QUIET!” They all shut up and stopped moving so I could say,

“Grace, Darcy, Louis and Zayn, come back here. Niall and Liam, wait right outside and don’t go anywhere.” I grabbed Darcy’s and Louis’ hands; Harry sat Grace on his lap and Zayn beside him. Liam and Niall jumped out, Darcy and Zayn followed, then Louis (with me holding tightly to his hand) and finally Harry, who swung Grace up onto his shoulders.

2.       Sitting at the table

After the car incident, you would have thought that the kids would behave themselves. But no, of course not. As soon as we were led to our table (Louis and Darcy rushing to the wrong one first) Grace kicked to be let down and all the kids engaged in a war about where they would sit. Niall slid into the place he wanted to sit; Liam actually picked Grace up and put her somewhere else because he wanted to sit there; Darcy slapped Zayn; Zayn kicked Darcy; Grace burst into tears; Louis screamed at Niall; Harry looked shocked (and winded because Grace had kicked him in the chest); and I rolled my eyes.

“QUIET!” Harry roared again. Luckily for us the restaurant wasn’t too  crowded; even so, we got a few weird looks.

‘I think a few timeouts are in order when we get home,” I said, lifting Grace up. I made Liam give her her seat back; he sat next to Niall, Louis sat next to me, Darcy and Zayn were separated and Harry took the only seat left.

3.       Ordering.

They didn’t seem to realize that they could order their own things; they insisted on arguing over what was better and what we should get. I didn’t realize, because the food had numbers and they were using them instead of the names, so I literally thought they were arguing that the number four was better than the number twelve. Harry was about to yell again when some random fire started. Yep, Louis, playing with the candle, had set his serviette alight, then gotten scared and dropped it on the table, also knocking over the candle. Harry swore, which made the kids scream, “Bad word Daddy!”

Darcy, thinking she was being helpful, threw her glass of water on the flame, which just made everything wet. So I did what any normal human being would do and screamed. Then I stormed off, into the bathroom, leaving a stunned silence behind me.

Harry found me in the bathroom (yes he went into the female restroom) with mascara stains on my face and red eyes.

“Honey, they’re just being kids. Louis is six, Darcy is eight,” he tried to say.

“Yeah, and Liam’s thirteen, I know. But guess what? I’m seventeen, I should be living my life, not looking after kids,” I snapped.

“Put it that way, yes we are a bit young to be parents. But you can do this; you can be the mother of six. What else is bothering you?”

“They don’t respect me, they are causing trouble, I have mascara everywhere, you’re in a girls bathroom – YOU ARE IN A GIRLS BATHROOM HAROLD EDWARD STYLES!”