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.


12. Snow Land

It was winter. Freezing cold winter. February. Snow.

Zayn had come round to play outside with Charlie in the fresh snow. I, myself, hadn't been too keen to go outside today, considering it was below zero and my teeth were already chattering! I had already piled a load of old quilts onto the sofas, ready for when the boys came in, hot chocolate was brewing in the kitchen and so, I was sitting in front of the garden doors with my camera, filming the whole snow ball fight.

Chuckling as Charlie gets Zayn from behind, I stand up and shake about, trying to loosen my stiff joints. After waving at them through the doors, I head out into the kitchen to remove the hot chocolates from the pinging microwave, and find the bag of marshmallows that I'm sure I left in the cupboard! Eventually finding the marshmallows, I pop three into each steaming mug and carry them through to the living room and put them on the sideboard before returning to my seat in front of the glass doors.

Zayn throws a surprisingly big snowball at Charlie and it hits him in the face. My face falls as Charlie starts crying. I pull on my coat, slip into my wellies and run outside before Zayn had even blinked. I kneel beside Charlie hugging him to my now snow covered coat, not caring that my jeans were now sodden. Zayn walks over, looking guilty and I glare at him. He puts his hands up in a surrender before crouching down next to me.

"Charlie, are you alright?" I ask softly, running my hand through his soft curls. I feel him nod against me.

"You know I didn't mean to get you in the face, don't you?" Zayn asks, unsurely placing a hand on his son's back. I put my own hand over his mittened one and positioned it carefully. Zayn looked at me in awe.

"Daddy, you weren't very nice. I'll only forgive you if you give me a mashymollow." Charlie says. I laugh at his pronunciation of "marshmallow" and the look on Zayn's face as he comprehends what Charlie said.

"Sure thing." Zayn finally says, shaking his head in disbelief.

We all go back inside and then me and Zayn wrap Charlie up in the blankets and quilts I brought downstairs.

"Hot chocolate." He whispers, holding his hands out. Zayn goes and gets the Thomas the Tank Engine mug and places it carefully in Charlie's cold hands. I get my own and Zayn's before sitting on the floor in front of Charlie, my back leaning against the sofa. I hear Zayn softly sit beside me and hand him his mug. Charlie gives him a look and Zayn fishes a marshmallow out and it plops into Charlie's mug. Charlie nods in approval. I yawn suddenly, my eyes drooping because of the flickering lights of the fireplace. Zayn gives me a prod and I sit bolt upright, scalding myself with hot chocolate as I do so.

Zayn chuckles along with Charlie who's full out laughing. I put my hot chocolate down and lunge at Zayn, aiming to pin him to the ground or something. It goes nothing like that.

As I launch myself Zayn, he ducks out of the way and I hit my head on the armchair he was sitting in front of. Sprawled across the floor, my head throbbing like hell, Charlie decides to jump on top of me. I squeal in protest and wriggle around so he's laying on my stomach. His small fingers start to tickle me and I writhe with laughter, making Charlie grab hold of my sleeves and giggling in excitement. When we eventually settle down, Zayn decides he wants to join in and grabs Charlie off of me, swooping him up in the air and charging outside with him. I watch Zayn throw Charlie in the air and my breath catches in my throat as he drops towards the ground before Zayn catches him.

"Guys, come inside. It's freezing out there and you haven't got any coats on!" I call out to them, which results in my face being pounded with snowballs.

"Right, that's it." I say in a fake menacing voice and pull on my coat quickly before grabbing a pile of snow and throwing it forcefully at Zayn's face. It just so happens that he opens his mouth as the snowball makes contact with his face, resulting with him holding his teeth with his gloves. Me and Charlie high-five each other before we continue the fight. 

Eventually, Charlie starts to feel the cold so I take him back inside and plonk him down in front of the dying fire. Zayn comes in behind us, shutting the door and rubbing his hands together for extra warmth. I watch as Charlie's eyes droop in sleepiness and finally shut completely.

"He's asleep." I whisper, careful not to wake the blonde boy in front of me. Out of the corner of my eye I watch Zayn nod his head.

"You'd make a great mum, you know." Zayn says, looking over at me. I look back, my eyes meeting his.

"I'd hope so, considering I've looked after you're son for the past two years, whilst all you've done is sing songs and prance about on stage." I retort. He winces slightly at my comment.

"You know I'm sorry.  I didn't mean for you to have to quit college to support him." Zayn apologises, his eyes full of sorrow.

"Yeah, well, what happens, happens."


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