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(10)

   No soon after we arrive at the hospital, we are rushed to a door on the 3rd floor while the doctor tries telling me things but all that I can hear as we stand outside of the room which my poor boy is lying in, is beeping of machines. I ignore the rest of what the doctor is telling me and edge my way into the room to see Harry not moving. If I didn't know any better, I would say he was dead. I creep over to his bed and sit down next to him, looking at his small, fragile body.

   "Harry?" I question. He doesn't say anything so I reach over to put my hand over his heart but, before I get a chance to actually touch him, a doctor walks in with a guilty look etched onto his face.

   "Mr. Horan?" He asks.

   "Yes?" I say as more of a question than a statement. I look back at my son, worry taking over my body. "Is he okay?"

   "He's..." He began before Bradlee burst through the door.

   "Niall! I'm so sorry! I'm so glad that you're finally here." He bursts.

   "Is. He. Okay?" I repeat, emphasizing each word. Bradlee looks towards the ground but as he opens his mouth to answer Zayn walks in.

   "What did I miss?" He asks.

   "Nothing! Okay? Nothing! Is there anybody else that wants to come in? My mother? Father? Ex wife?!" I yell. I groan in frustration.

   "Niall, he's-" Bradlee began, with tears in his eyes.

   "I'm here." As if in unison, we all look to where the voice came from. Harry, who is now sat up on his bed, is looking around at us with confusion in his eyes.

   "Can me and Zayn have a moment with Harry please?" I ask. Bradlee and the doctor both nod and walk out. As soon as they leave, I snap my attention to the boy and embrace him in a tight squeeze. "Harry I'm so happy your okay. Do you know what happened?"

   "Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Harry asks, laughing.

   "Yeah, I guess so. But I don't know either. Do you remember anything?"

   "Well... First of all, we were-" he starts.

   "Who's 'we'?" Zayn asks with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

   "Oh, me and Bradlee." He answers matter of factly. "Anyway, me and Bradlee were eating lunch and then he asked me a question and-" he begins before getting interrupted once more.

   "What did he ask you?" Zayn and I ask at the same time as though we were one person.

   "I don't remember. But it made me to choke on my food and now I'm here." He says, looking a little scared of the hospital room.

   "What..? Is that it?" I ask. He nods his head in response.

   "Daddy, I'm hungry." He says and right on cue, he little tummy began to growl, causing me to smile.

   "Okay. I'll ask one of the doctors to bring you back something to eat. Guess what though?"

   "What?" He asks with complete interest and excitement in his eyes.

   "Me and Zayn are going out with each other now." I say without actually thinking of what he would say to that. Knowing Harry and what he was like before when me and Zayn began to get closer, he was bound to talk about the bedroom situation to try and split us up. I didn't want the doctors to find out in case the contacted the Child Protection Services and have m boy taken away from me. I closed my eyes at my stupidity.

   "But... We had sex daddy. Why would you do that?" He whimpers.

   "Harry! how dare you? We didn't." I snap, feeling anger boil within me.

   "Yeah! You tod me I couldn't tell anyone because it was naughty." He says. I look back at Zayn, hoping that he doesn't believe him like last time to find him shaking his head in disappointment.

   "You... You lied. Niall that's... That's disgusting. And to think I still stayed with you after hearing you 'just gave him a hand job'. You're nothing but a liar!" He yelled backing away from me as though he just watched me kill a man.

    "No Zayn. He doesn't know the difference. He's a child. It was just a hand job.. Your actually believing him? He's 10 for crying out loud." I beg, hoping he will understand what is going on in my sons sick, twisted mind.

    "No Niall, just... Give me some time... I really need to think about all of this. It's just too much for e to handle." He sighs, exiting the room slowly before sprinting down the hospital corridors once the door shut behind him.

 "Fuck.." I mumble to myself. I turn round to have a go at Harry for the mess he has caused once again when, all I see is his heart monitor go flat. I race towards him and put my head above his face and can feel no breathing. My son was dying and I needed to get some help. Now. 

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Hello.

This is a really short. Sorry about that. I actually kinda like this one. It's different in a sick, weird yet brilliant way. Anyway, should I do a character ask for this fanfiction?? I think I should. Try commenting a question for any of the characters in this fanfic. Thanks.

Goodbye.

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