Replacement (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Two-Runaway

***Tommy's POV***

It worked! I ran away! My plan is to find my dad a new wife. Find my new mum. I sit down on the old park bench and within the next hour, loads of people have walked past but non I like. My stomach growls and I start crying when I realise how long it's been. I sit there and sob until a large hand lands gently on my shoulder. I look up to find a man with curly hair and a bandana on. He also has bright jade eyes staring at me, worriedly.

"Hey, little guy.. What's the matter?"

***The man's POV***

I'm walking home from work when I hear sobbing from the park. I look up, eyebrows furrowed, and see a little boy crying on the bench. He had shaggy, wavy brown hair and he only looks about five, six maybe. I walk over to him and place a hand on his shoulder. He looks up and I see he has bright blue eyes.

"Hey, little guy.. What's the matter?" I ask.

***Tommy's POV***

I sniffle and wipe my tears on the collar of my T-Shirt.

He looks perfect.

"You who!" He waves his hand in my face making me giggle. "Where's your dad?"

"At work." I mumble.

"Mum?"

"I don't have one." I mutter so quietly, I don't think he heard me but he did.

"Oh, come here, kiddo." He took me in his arms and held me until I realise... I have no idea who he is.

"Who-who are you?" I hiccup.

"I'm Harry.. You?"

"Tommy. Tommy Zayn Tomlinson."

His eyes widen at the surname.

"Tomlinson?!" He says in shock. "You mean, the famous Tomlinson?!"

"Yep! My daddy is Louis Tomlinson!" I say, proudly.

"Wow.. Okay.. You hungry?" Harry asks.

"Yeah!"

"Wanna go get some KFC?"

"Oh, yeah!" I grin.

"Haha, c'mon then, Tommy!" Harry takes my hand and we walk to KFC a few blocks away.

***

"That was brilliant, ma!" I say, smiling.

"Ma?"

"Yeah. Ma. You're my new mum. It's kinda why I ran off anyway was to find a new mum and I found you." I stare at him blankly while he furrows his eyebrows.

"Okaayyy." He says, shaking it off. I flick my hair out of my face. "Want a bandana?"

"Huh?"

"Want a bandana? Y'know, to get your hair out of your face." He smiled. "Here." He pulls out a brown, patterned bandana, much like the one he's wearing. "Come over here." I stand up and walk around the table to him. He lifts my hair up and puts it on my forehead before rapping it around the back and doing it up. "There y'go, Tommy." He grins, getting his front camera out on his phone so I could see it.

"Wow! Thanks, mum!" I say when I see it.

"That's okay." He chuckles. "Now, park?"

"Yeah!" I nod before he takes my hand and we walk out of KFC and head for the park again.

***

At the park, he was chasing me around until he got me and shoved me on the swings before pushing me. It went higher and higher.

"Faster, mummy! Faster!" I laughed as he pushed the swings.

"Tommy!" Someone shouts and Harry stops pushing me, gobsmacked as my dad storms over. "Who the hell are you?!" He shouts at Harry.

"Dad! Dad it's okay! This is my new mummy I found, Harry!" I say.

"What?!" He says.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tomlinson, I found your son crying on the park bench and we started talking and we went and had lunch and we've just been playing in the park I'm sorry I was just-"

"Hang on, hang on.. You mean you've been taking my son all around town without my permission when I don't even know you?!"

Harry looks down at his feet, ashamed.

"C'mon, son." Dad mumbles as he grabs my wrist and drags me from the park.

"No! Dad, don't take Harry away from me!" I shout, squirming from his grip. I finally escape and run to Harry who's just leaving the park. "Ma!" I shout, him turning to face me. I jump into his arms, him catching me, as my dad turns up.

"Tommy." He warns through gritted teeth.

"No, daddy! I want to see my new mummy again!" I say.

".... Okay fine." He sighs and gives in at last.

"Want my number, Mr. Tomlinson?" Harry hands my dad his phone.

"Just call me Louis." He takes the phone and types his name and phone number in. "What's your name again?" He asks, handing the phone back.

"Harry Styles." He says, putting me down. He taps on his phone screen a few times before my dad's phone rings. "Thanks for not giving me a fake." He mumbles. "By the way, once again, I'm sorry for taking your son around town."

"That's okay." Dad sighs.

"Bye, ma." I say.

"Please, call me Harry. Or dad! But not ma or mum!" Harry chuckles awkwardly.

"Okay, dad." I say. "Bye, Daddy Harry!"

"Bye, Tommy!" He laughs. "Goodbye, Louis."

"Bye, Harry." Louis mutters before we walk away. "Never run away again!"

"I won't."

But trust me, daddy... Me running away and finding Harry will be the best thing to ever happen to you!