Every week Zayn would come over and accompany my daughter and helped her with drawing. They loved spending time together, and every chance I got a break from playing soccer with my son, I would ask her what whe was drawing, how she was doing, and tell her I love her. At night, I would tuck her in, tell her a story, we would talk about one another's day, and then I would tell her I love her and kiss her on the forehead. Things were much better between me and her, but soon my son was the problem.
One day at school, he pushed some girls around thinking he was tough and had to be taken home. I was furious and screamed at him, "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!?! YOU NEVER HURT GIRLS, EVER! WOULD YOU DO THAT TO YOUR LITTLE SISTER?!?! OF COURSE NOT! YOU ARE A TERRIBLE PERSON FOR DOING THAT AND YOU ARE GOING TO APOLOGIZE TO THOSE GIRLS AS SOON AS YOU GET BACK TO SCHOOL! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!?!" He looked at me terrified with tears forming in his eyes and nodded. "NOW GO TO YOUR ROOM AND WE'LL BRING LIAM OVER HERE TO TEACH YOU A FEW MANNERS LATER WHILE ME AND HARRY DISCUSS YOUR PUNISHMENT! AND YOU CAN DAMN WELL FORGET ABOUT PLAYING SOCCER TONIGHT!" He nodded again, ran up to his room, locked the door, and cried his eyes out.
Harry came in that night and was surprised to see Liam there. When they both walked in, I told them what happened and Liam went up to his bedroom. Since it wasn't me, he let him in and held on to his leg crying, "Daddy hates me! Daddy scary!" When me and Harry came in, he cowered behind Liam. I came closer and he started to shake. I couldn't believe my son was so scared of me. Harry came over and said, "I've heard you've been a bad boy, today. Am I right?" He nodded and said, "Please don't yell at me" Harry looked confused and said, "Why would I yell at you?" He pointed at me and said, "Because he did"
