Ada and Lyric are sisters. Lyric is older than Ada. Lyric had a boyfriend. Ada got his attention. He cheated on Lyric. They fought. He left. Ada's guilty. Lyric's in hospital. He's famous. He's part of One Direction. The baby's fine.

Sorry it's a fanfic I had the idea and couldn't shake it.


10. Hanging Out

Recently, we'd been going to the hotel where the guys were staying, so Charlie could get to know his dad a bit more. The thing was, I usually sat and talked to Zayn, whilst Charlie played with the other guys.

Somehow, the guys had managed to stop the reporters camping around my house, so it was almost like usual. Apart from the fact that every weekend we were sneaking around to hang out with One Direction. Never thought I would ever say that. Have to admit it.

So, anyway, as usual, me and Zayn were discussing things. I was telling him Charlie's favourite colour, animal, shape, piece of clothing, and all the other interests he had. Zayn, was surprisingly interested in all of this but kept asking random questions about me. Things like:

"So, did you date anyone after I left?"

"Have you been asked out on a date after I left?"

Mainly about my love life. I gave him simple answers, and luckily for me, they were all answered with a "no". God knows why he wants to know things like that. I was carefully sipping my hot cup of tea, when Charlie came and stood in front of the armchair I was sitting in. I looked at him with eager eyes and a bright smile, motioning for him to explain.

"I learnt a new word." He grins at me, and I start to feel a bit worried about what word it is.

"Which word is it?" I asked bending forward so our eyes were level. I still smiled, hoping he would tell me.

"Fuck." He says, and then bursts into giggles. I open my mouth in shock. My face turning angry. Charlie sees my mood change and looks at me worriedly. I give him a small reassuring smile so he knows I'm not angry with him. I see Zayn holding back a laugh and I give him a glare. He pulls Charlie onto his lap and whispers to him, just loud enough for me to hear.

"The guys are going to be pounded by your Auntie Ada really bad, aren't they?" He grins at Charlie and glances quickly at me. I shake my head, before grabbing a magazine off of the coffee table. I roll it up and pound it gently against my free hand.

"Which one of you taught a two year old a swear word!" I questioned, looking at the four teenagers that had all entered the living room. I step forward quickly and they all scarper, heading towards one of the bedrooms. I charge after them, hitting at them with the magazine I've still got in my hand. I can't help but laugh as I do so, especially when one of them gives a girly scream.

Soon, I'm standing at the foot of the bed. Throwing comical glares at them all. The next thing I know, Zayn's charging at me through the doorway, and I'm laying on the bed. He's laying diagonally across me. I laugh and whack him with the magazine. Suddenly, someone else has jumped on top of Zayn. I feel my stomach lurch as the rest of them jump on top of me.

Hearing Charlie's giggles, I crane my neck to look for him. And there he is, perched on top of Louis. I stare, gobsmacked.

"Charlie! Be careful up there!" I warn.

"Don't worry, Ada, he's safe." Louis replies, grabbing Charlie's hand so he won't fall. I breathe a sigh of relief.

I suddenly feel a bit unwell, and I realise how heavy all of them are on top of me. I clutch my head with my hands. Zayn looks over, worry clearly written on his face.

"What's wrong?" He asks. As I open my mouth to answer, I throw up. All over someone's face, which happens to be above me. Most of it splashes back down onto me.

I hear a complaint as I slowly close my eyes.


I sit bolt upright. But pairs of hands pull me back to the uncomfortable pillow. I groan.

"Shit." I whisper. They still hear me.

"Ironic. She was after us because of a swear word." I hear, who I think is Niall say.

"It was a different word dumbass." I hear someone reply. I hear a whacking sound and realise Niall's been hit over the head with a rolled up magazine or something. I open my eyes quickly and exclaim.


I look into their faces, worried about my dear, sweet nephew.

"It's ok, Ada, he's playing with Louis on the floor." Zayn says, pointing to ground in front of the other sofa. I look and am relieved to see he's right. Determined not to just lay there, I swing my legs over the side of the sofa and try and stand up. I'm a bit wobbly and fall, ending up sitting on the sofa. I frown. Wishing it wasn't so difficult. The guys all laugh at my weak attempt and I scowl at them all fiercely. That just makes them laugh even more.

"What happened?" I ask, not sure what caused me to end up on the sofa.

"You fainted." Liam says, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. I look at him, one eyebrow raised, giving a look that clearly said "really?". He shruggs it off. I look at the other guys.

"Yeah, but you threw up on Harry's face as well." Zayn says, chuckling. I look apologetically at him.

"Sorry." I bite my lip as I look at his face, sure enough, there are flecks of vomit on the neck of his top. I muffle a laugh with my fist.

"It's alright." He says, smiling as if it's all one joke. Guys really don't take anything seriously, do they?

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