3,000 Miles Away: Niall Horan

Chapter 25

There's an important AN at the end of this so please read.

Niall's POV.

One thing I have discovered, is that kids have nothing to worry about in their lives; everything is so easy. They just kind of run about, without a care in the world. They have so much freedom. They don't have to worry about money, or what they're going to eat, or what they'll do for the rest of their lives. Kids are amazing.

When I get into a committed relationship and I'm ready for kids I want at least 12 or I could maybe settle for 4. I was ready for a committed relationship; I needed it. At night when I just lay awake and think about life, I always imagine what my kids would be like.

I definitely want a boy first. He would he that protective figure, besides me, over my children. He would have a strong head on his shoulders and would do anything for his younger siblings. He would be a respectful person and kind hearted. He would love his mother endlessly and would never be embarrassed by her or embarrassed to kiss her in front of all his friends. He would be down to earth, he had to be.

Kids, future generations had to want to change things, change the world. They had to, if no what would happen to the world, what would happen to society? I actually somewhat feared the future. It was scary, what else was I to do with my life? Would I get married and then to get divorced and have a horrible relationship with a woman I once loved? Would the band break up because of a horrid fight, would I go solo? I stopped myself. I was become,king overwhelmed by these random thoughts I was having.

I was on my way to meet Tara and Henry at the park. I had bought him this ridiculous crayon blender where he can make his own crayons. I didn't even know if he liked coloring or making his own things. It was weird. He was my son and I didn't know a thing about him. I'd missed the first 2 years of his life. I felt terrible for missing out on those important milestones he made as he grew.

Bad news. I had indeed broken my hand and my index, pinky, and ring fingers. My fingers were taped together to... I don't even know the point of it. My hand was encased in this terrible cast that I would have to wear for weeks. It was awful and it had only been 24 hours.

I was strangely nervous as I found a place at a picnic table, sitting on the serface resting my elbows on my knees as I watched a few kids play. I knew this would be a type if situation where Tara would introduce henry and I properly and he wouldn't care all that much; he would want to go play with all the kids uninterested by a new person that he was being introduced to. Kids are funny that way.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. My eyes focused on what was standing in front if me, it was Tara and Henry.

"I've been standing here for a while you know." Tara sighed sitting on the bench pulling henry up to sit on the table.

"Sorry"

"So... Henry bud, I'd like you to meet Niall. Niall meet Henry." Tara smiled. Henry shyed away hiding in Tara's neck. He fisted her hair in his hands, peeking out at me before hiding again. It was cute.

"Henry I got you a toy. Do you wanna see?" I asked, holding the crayon blended in my hands. Henry peeked through Tara's hair. He slowly lifted his headup , extending his arms out. I let him take the toy. After a while he smiled.

"Momwy can I go pway now" Henry asked, playing with the ends of Tara's hair. She smiled, setting him down, watching as he ran to play with the other kids.

Tara looked back at my, a flowing smile across her face. "Hell! What did you do to your hand?!" Tara asked, roughly taking my hand into hers examining it.