One Direction...All Dads? Series

Harry Styles...My Dad?

Hey guys! So this is the second book in the series; One Direction...All Dads?

It is Harry Styles story, and i am very happy to be able to write it out for you guys!

Now, the characters are different from the last one! (Except for One Direction, obviously) But Juliet is not Niall's girlfriend here, because it is a new story with different characters!

I also have a contest for you guys! Whoever wins the contest will be fanned by me, and i will read your book, vote, comment, and whatever you need! (including advice, tips, fun small talk!!)

All you need to do is enter you favorite chapter that you read for Niall Horan...My Dad, including the sequel. And explain why! Also tell me who your favorite character is. (you don't have to explain why)

And that's it! I will randomly pick afterwards, and you will gain a fan, a reader and a good friend! So if you are desperate for a fan, or just a lame old potato to talk to, I'M RIGHT HERE!

Alright, now a little disclaimer  for this story:

This story is going be starting off with Harry Style's relationship, then will bloom into him being a father, etc.

Okay? ALRIGHTY! Let's get this show on the road! 

I proudly present....

Harry Styles...My Dad?

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                                                              ****Harry's POV:***

The boys and i were all sprawled out on the couch.

My legs were in Louis's lap as he texted Eleanor, his usual routine before she headed off to school, me checking Twitter, Liam making some kind of breakfast (smelled queer, though) in the kitchen, Niall watching television, and Zayn fixing his hair in the mirror.

Our usual routine when we were a day off. 

Finally! No more bloody studio rehersals, photo shoots, or 5 pounds of makeup caked on our faces. We were free for the day which we planned on eating out, playing futbol, and going to a bar. I was ready for a smashing night.

Liam came out of the kitchen, an apron tied around his waist; "Kiss the Cook", and a blue mixing bowl with gooey oatmeal dough. 

"Attemped to make pancakes, mate?" Zayn asked, putting his mirror down on his lap.

Liam laughed. "Yeah. But i have news."

"Wha?" Niall asked.

"I got a text from Paul, saying that we need to meet at the record studio asap." He stated.

"Whatta load of cack! They told us this was our day off." I whined.

"Don't be too gobsmacked, lad. They promised us a week off two months ago but we went to work half of the time, and only got 2 days off of that 'week'".  Zayn said, getting up and setting his mirror on the coffee table 

"Let's go." Liam said, throwing the apron off of his waist, it heaping on the floor in a crumple.

"Can we pick up breakfast on the way? You didn't make your pancakes." Niall asked

"We have candy floss in the car, and i think there's a good place for a bacon butty or a mean black pudding with eggs and beans." Liam exclaimed, slipping on his Cheetah print Vans.