Fake it Until You Love Me

Before We Fake It

Niall sat at the table with his father's checkbook and a stack of bill's. Thing's were a little harder now that his da was only getting a fraction of his pay with his sick leave. But that along with the money from his part time job was just enough to make ends meet.

A heavy hand landed softly on his shoulder and Niall looked back to see his father, "Da, go back to bed. You have to still be tired from treatment this morning." He got up and led his father back to his room.

"You worry to much." The older man said wishing his son hadn't had to grow up so fast.

*****

Harry waltzed into his father's office half an hour late not even bothering to knock. "One of these days-" His father immediately stopped talking when he saw his son. "What the hell is that?" He bellowed when he saw the silver hoop encompassing his son's bottom lip.

"A lip ring." He said passively.

"That's it. I let the tattoos slide because you can cover those up when you're in public with me but this is the last straw. Something has got to give." He sighed running a hand through his greying hair. "When are you going to stop acting so ridiculous?"

"Hey, In my defense I have to live now before you marry me off to some bitch that complains about everything that I do."

"Married, That's an excellent idea. And I know just the boy." His son raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Don't think I don't know about your sexual preferences, I caught you with that Louis boy too many times to think you still like girls."

Harry narrowed his eyes ignoring the harsh words his father had spoken about his Lou, "You can't seriously expect me to marry some boy I don't even know."

"I can and you will. That or I'm cutting you off and kicking you out. You wouldn't like the real world, Harry." Harry stormed out of the room slamming the door shut behind him. His father picked up his phone and started dialing his old friend's number.

*****

Niall sat the house phone down on the counter running a hand through his unnaturally blond hair. He couldn't say no. He knew this man, he was one of his father's best friends and he needed help with his unruly son. He even said he would help pay his father's medical expenses. He just had to do it. For his Dad. So he did what any other good son would do, He called Mr. Styles back.

"I'll do it."