You're divorced Part 1

Harry: “Please, just see her for five minutes…” You pleaded over the phone. 5 years, you were with Harry… Then, out of the blue he cheated. The old you would have worked it out, but the mother in new needed to protect your babies. At the moment, your 6 year old girl was sick and all she wanted was her daddy. “I know, I’m interrupting, but she won’t stop crying. Fine, don’t come. Don’t be mad when she won’t talk to you. ” You growled into your phone. “Mama? is daddy coming?” She whimpered. “No baby girl… Why don’t you come and sleep with me tonight.” You offered. You changed into your PJ’s and snuggled up with your baby girl. “Does daddy hate me?” You’re daughter whined. “No, he was really busy.” You explained. She sniffled and clutched onto you for dear life.

Liam: “C’mon! Michael, your dad is waiting for you.” you fought with you feisty 16 year old. “I don’t want to go see her and that witch of a girlfriend.” He retorted. “Girlfriend?” You choked out. “Mom, I’m sorry…” Your son apologized. It had been 5 months since your divorce with Liam was finalized. “Clara! Out of the car! We’re going for a movie” You told your daughter. “What about daddy?” Your daughter asked clearly confused. “I have had enough of your father… We’re spending a day together. Let me call him and set everything up.” You told your children. “Liam, can the kids stay with me? Mike was complaining about some girlfriend… I don’t want that for them.” You spit through the phone. “It’s all set! Let’s go watch some movies! What first?” You cheered. “Toy story!” Your daughter giggled. You took a deep breath and smiled. “Toy story it is.” You replied as you went to get the dvd.

Niall: “Happy birthday baby!” You cheered to your 4 year old daughter. “I have a surprise for you!” You continued. And, Niall emerges! “Hi sweetheart!” Niall cooed to your baby girl. “You and mama together?” She questioned. “Would that make you happy?” Niall perused. “VERY!” She giggled. Niall just wrapped his arms around you. The whole day had passed with you and Niall pretending to be in love. After you put Sophia to bed you turned around and bumped into Niall. “I can’t do this to her and she thinks we’re together and what if tomorrow she figures it out becomes heartbroken And, John… He’s sixteen. What will he do? He’ll hate me ” You sobbed into his shirt as you thought of your son who was at a friend’s . “Hey now… We will work it out. ” He attempted soothing you. “How Niall How?” I demanded. “Come here baby.” He said as he gently tugged on your arm. “Let me show you love tonight.” He offered. You pulled him into a kiss. Soft moans coming from you and Niall.

Louis: “BE MATURE FOR ONCE.” You yelled at your 17 year old son. You had just witnessed your son dye his sister’s hair a bright pink. “It’s OK. Just don’t do it again.” Louis told him and ruffled his hair. “Now, go say sorry and you have that party no?” Louis continued. Your son trotted off and said sorry. “What the fuck was that?” You said.  ”Yelling was not working… And, what was that maturity thing? Sounded like us when we fought. Scared he’ll be like me?” Louis joked. “Actually, yes. It was hell living with you. Always scared of what you were going to do next. The nights you brought home girls and then you would sober up when you saw Jordan or Alice.” You cried. “You know I never meant for that to happen…” He muttered. “But, it did Lou, it did and it ruined me.” You sniffled. “I’m really sorry.” He whispered gently in your ear. “I’m tired. Would you mind telling Alice that she needs to wash her hair… I’ll go for a nap.” You stated. “Sure princess. Feel better.” He cooed. “Don’t Louis.” You hissed. And, you settled yourself in your bed. Remembering the time where you and Louis would cuddle and dream of the future.

Zayn: “YOU DID WHAT?!” You shrieked at your twins. They had gone to the tattoo parlor with their father and got tattoos with him. “ZAYN, HOW COULD YOU?!” You started yelling at Zayn. “What? it’s no big deal.” He scoffed. “That’s it. all of you out of my house. This is insane. You like your father because he’s the cool guy? The divorce made me boring? Live with him from now on. Have fun. DO WHAT YOU WANT. I’m tired of this bullshit. I work and do everything to make your life easier. But, fuck that. I’m going to sleep. I’m taking off from work and How do you say it? Oh. yes relax. Forget that word.” You ranted as you marched off to your room living your kids and your ex-husband dumbfounded.