The Arranged Marriage (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Epilogue

Melissa's POV

“Liam James, if you don’t get your butt back here you’ll be in so much trouble!” I yell, chasing after the boy running from me.

“Not wanna M.” The little boy yells back. 

I’m about to catch him when someone grabs me from behind, hugging me, making me squeal. I turn around and see that it’s only Niall. “Niall, don’t do that!” I laugh, hitting Niall’s arm. “I’ve got to get Li dressed.”

“Happy anniversary, Mel.” Niall smiles at me.

I smile back and say, “I can’t believe it’s been five years.”

“And it’s been five and a half since we met.” Niall points out. I laugh, remembering the day I’d met him. That certainly was an interesting day.

“That was definitely the strangest day of my life.” I shake my head. “But we really need to get Liam dressed, so we can get to the restaurant.”

“Li, I’m home!” Niall yells, the loud sound making me wince slightly. Seconds later the little boy is running towards us with a big smile on his face. Niall lets go of me, smiling and opening his arms as he kneels down.

“Daddy, daddy!” The boy yells as he jumps into Niall’s arms. Did I forget to mention that the little boy is our son?

“How’s my little man?” Niall asks, standing up and putting one arm around me.

“I good. M try to put stuff on me. I say no.” Our son says, making Niall and I laugh.

Niall pinches the boy’s cheeks and says, “You know you aren’t supposed to run from momma when she’s trying to get you dressed, Li.”

“But daddy, I no wanna put that stuff on.” Liam pouts, his mixed accent getting thicker.

“I’m sorry, bud, but you have to.” Niall apologizes, walking to the boy’s room to get him dressed. 

I smile as Niall dresses Liam in clothes that match his own, making Liam more like Niall than me. Liam got Niall’s brown hair, but his hair is wavy like mine and his eyes are brown like mine. If it weren’t for Liam’s strange accent and the way his face is shaped like Niall’s, you’d think that he’s -big- Liam’s son.

“M, look,” Liam says to me, “we have same stuff on.”

“That you do.” I say, as I run my hands through the little boy’s hair. “Why don’t you go play with your toys, bud?” The boy nods enthusiastically, and then runs to play with his toys.

Niall faces me and wraps his arms around me, pulling me close. “What’s up with him and not wanting to wear his clothes?”

“Why don’t you ask Uncle Harry?” I sigh, wondering what else Harry is going to teach my child.

“We send our son to his house for two days.” Niall shakes his head, probably thinking the same thing I am.

“When Harry gets married and has kids I am so going to pay him back for all of the things he’s done.” I say, being quite serious.

“M!” Liam yells, gaining my attention to show me what he’s done with his toys.

“And what’s with him calling you ‘M’?” Niall questions, “He used to call you mum, so it’s not like he can’t.”

I laugh at Niall’s worried face. “Your friends are a lot more involved in our child’s life than you think, Niall.”

“Which one did it this time?”