Life With One Direction

Isabelle tells her son Max about how she met his father. She starts telling the story to him but the dad is kept a mystery from you until the end so you can try guess who ends up the father and husband of this loving family! The story flashbacks to when she first met the boys, she does an interview and it all takes off from there! enjoy x


1. Story Time

I was curled up on my bed alone with a cup of tea and a good book like I have been doing a lot lately. Max was watching the tv in my room because I let him sleep in my bed since his dad was away and I felt alone in such a big bed. He would usually watch some tv and then fall asleep on the floor, i’d finish my cup of tea then pick him up and tuck him in because we had started falling into a routine since it had been a few months since the one direction tour started and the last time we had seen any of the boys faces in person was when we said goodbye to them at the airport.

“mummy, mummy, mummy” max was so excited he was jumping around. I looked up from my book and glanced at the tv. I smiled to myself as I thought about how much both max and I missed his dad since he went on tour.

"Can you turn it up mummy" He asked with a cute look on his face. I grabbed the remote from the bedside table and turned it up. He started to dance around my room and he was just so cute, his little arms and legs were jumping around, i could see every bit of his father in him which made me smile.

After the song had finished he just sat down on the floor and started to breathe heavy as he was tired from jumping around the room. A sad look then came across his face and he started to walk over to my bed.

“mummy, how long till daddy comes home” he asked a he tried pulling himself up onto my bed. I picked him up and sat him on my lap.

“you know that we don’t know exactly how long till he comes home love but it’s any day soon I can tell you that”

“how come daddy’s always on the tv mummy” he asked twiddling his thumbs which is something he would do before he started asking a lot of questions.

“max i've already explained this to you but since daddy is in band you’ll see a lot of their music videos or interviews everywhere love” I explained.

“how come there are so many girls that scream at daddy”

“well they’re the fans, they’re the reason they’re able to do what they do, they love the band just like us”

“are you a fan mummy” he asked as he looked up at me and smiled

“you and I are both his number 1 fans in the whole world” I said as I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a big hug. He giggled and tried to shrug me off of him.

“how did daddy choose you out of all the other screaming girls”

“well I like to think that I’m the luckiest girl on the planet” I said very cheesily

Max started to get under the covers, his little legs didn't take up a lot of room at all but having him there made the bed feel full.

“mummy can you tell me a bedtime story” he said grabbing his favorite teddy bear and tucking him in.

“You want to hear a bedtime story, okay any ideas about what story?”

”Can you tell me how you meet daddy, and about how he choose you out of all the other girls”

"Haha okay sure thing but first i'm going to make me a cup of tea alright" He just smiled and nodded back.

"Do you want me to make you a hot chocolate?" I asked him and his face lit up because i wouldn't usually make him a hot chocolate when he was already in bed or he's never fall asleep.

"Yes please mummy"

"Okay you stay in bed and i'll be back in 5 minutes with our drinks and the story" I said leaving the room.

As i was walking to the kitchen i started to think about how I actually did meet his father and I smiled to myself and the whole time I was making our drinks I was just really distant, all i could think about was the how, how we have been through so much, how i missed him like crazy and how in love with him I still was to this day. I took both of the mugs that were on the bench and walked back to my room, I placed the mugs down on the bedside tables and placed myself up on my bed. Once I was comfy I took a sip from my cup and began to tell the story of his father and I.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...