Baby Steps [l.t]

Six

(Melanie's POV)

I had to drag William out of there. Literally. Kicking and screaming and crying. Eventually Dan had to intervene, picking up William, and interlacing his fingers with mine.

We were almost out of there, and so close to freedom. But we weren't. Camera flashes blinded us, every where we turned. Dan handed me William, who became to camera shy to do anything, while Dan shoved through the crowd. Us being new to the scene as Louis Tomlinson's family, the paparazzi treated us as thought they had known us for years, yelling question upon question, piling them up on my shoulders.

When we were finally spit out of the belly of the beast, we had to run, Dan attempting to hail a cab.

When one finally came, we were once again being bombarded with questions, each one weighing me down farther into this deep hole.

"Is this really Louis' son?"

"Are you just another desperate fangirl wanting to taste the limelight?"

"Who is this man with you?"

I knew it was only a matter of until Dan, William, and my own's faces were plastered on every tabloid, gossip site, and entertainment news show everywhere. A twenty-something year old with a kid, plus a YouTuber, claiming to be the mother to a celebrity's son.

Tears were cascading down my cheeks, every breath feeling as though I was being force-fed toxic waste.

"Babe, are you okay?" Dan asked.

"I will be, once this is all over," I heard a voice, my voice, say.

"Mommy, daddy gave me this," William giggled, handing me a piece of paper. Sure enough there were an arrangement of numbers scribbled down, undoubtedly his phone number.

I sighed, and handed it to Dan, "Please get rid of this."

Before he could respond I turned my attention back to my precious baby boy.

We arrived home a few minutes later, but it felt like hours. I walked into the apartment complex, Dan trailing behind me. He rubbed circles on my back, as if he had to protect me from something. When we stopped at our door, I let William inside, and turned to Dan.

"Thank you," I said as I pecked his lips.

"For what?" He asked, pecking mine.

"For standing by me through this shitstorm I created in your life," I said, looking down at my feet.

"Hey," He said, pulling my face up, "There's nowhere else I'd rather be," He said, before pulling me into a longer, more passionate kiss.

"Ew!" William giggled, causing me and Dan to pull apart, laughing. Dan picked him up and we looked almost picture perfect. This was my family. And we didn't need Louis.

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21 year old One Direction member, Louis Tomlinson, apparently has a son. During a casual stroll with longtime girlfriend, Eleanor Calder, sources claim that a little boy ran up to him, yelling, "Daddy!" The boy was followed by two unidentified young adults. Louis seemed to instantly recognize the two, pulling the girl away from the cameras and paparazzi. The trio was once again seen leaving Louis' flat, refusing to answer any question our reporters would throw at them. We patiently await to bring you any news on this event as it approaches.

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"Patiently? They call parking outside of my apartment building and yelling questions in my face every time I try to leave patient?" I huffed.

"Babe, calm down," Dan soothed. I blushed, he called me babe. We hadn't taken that step yet.

"I wish they would just leave," I groaned, my mushy blushy feeling fleeting as fast as they had emerged.

"Do you want to call someone who might be able to help?" Dan asked.

"Who do we know that has experience with this?" I asked.

"William's father?" He offered slowly.

"I threw his number away, though," I said, but Dan's face gave something away. "I threw it away, didn't I?"

"Um, technically you did, but I may or may not have grabbed it on my way back to the car," He said. The words jumbled in my head.

He could help, one side of me thought but the other side fought very strongly against calling him.

Groaning, my hand reached out and my fingers unlaced from around my palm, "Give it to me."

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