Mummy, Where's Daddy?

Niall and I were just fine, meeting each other when I was 15 and he was 19. We fell in love, and I was completely smitten with him. But after one drunken night, four years after we met, six months dating, I fell pregnant. Niall walked out when he found out, couldn't cope with the pressure of being a dad at 23. Only 19, I was confused, hurt and upset. When I was at the 8-months mark, I pulled myself together and got on with life. Now Alexander is 3, and he's starting to ask questions. Will his daddy be back?


14. "I don't want to lose you,"

"I hate you!" George screamed, tears running down Alex's cheeks, Niall's nose bleeding, while I stood there, having no idea what just happened. "George," I began to speak, looking at George in fear. "You, upstairs. You both." George frowned glaring at Alex and I, his voice cold yet firm and I nodded, obeying his orders and picking up Alex, going upstairs slowly. Terrified, I only knew Niall just kissed me, but it was all so quick. So sudden. After putting Alex in his bed, I sat down at the foot of his bed, trying to reassure him. Alex was shaking in fear, scared as he saw everything and I sighed, ending up having to climb into bed with him, cradling him and rubbing his back. Raised voices just kept getting louder and louder, and by now, I could tell George and Niall was shouting, and possibly irking the neighbours. Barely understanding what they said, I only heard parts of what they were yelling, their voices too loud to make sense of. But they understood each other. The one sentence that I could hear is George saying he hated Niall over and over again. "I'm going to see if they are okay," I whispered into Alex's ear, and smiled weakly as he nodded, falling asleep due to being exhausted from being so scared and crying. "Be careful mummy," Alex whispered in his sleep and I nodded, kissing his forehead. "You'll be okay," I mumbled, smiling to myself slightly, going downstairs slowly. From the top of the stairs, I could just about see them - still yelling; George's hands clenched into tight fists, about to punch Niall, and Niall was trying to reason with him, but in the wrong way. "Don't you dare touch my girl. Ever again." George threatened, one of his fists up in a position where it looks like he's about to punch Niall, and Niall gulped, shrugging. "I won't. I didn't mean for that to happen. It just happened," Niall sighed, putting a hand behind his neck, scratching it. "You kissed her. Simple as." George scowled, his hand clenching even more. "G-George..." I stammered, climbing down the stairs slowly, "D-don't..." I mumbled, gently placing a hand on top of his fist, moving it down. George would usually brush me off and start fighting but this time, he didn't. He accepted and put his fist down, sighing and looking at me. "I'm sorry," he murmured, looking at me, tears starting to fill his eyes. "Oh George," I mumbled, wrapping my arms around his neck, standing up on my tip toes to hug him properly. Immediately, he wrapped his arms around my waist, engulfing me into a tight embrace, and I knew he was crying. Silently crying. "I'll call you," I told Niall, nodding and Niall smiled weakly, nodding as well and he turned to leave after saying a quick farewell, his black Jeep making a quiet grumbling noise as he drove off. "It's okay George," I whispered softly into George's ear, rubbing his back and he sniffled.

"I don't want to lose you,"

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