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.


1. Charlie Boy

They're on TV. I look down so I won't see his face. My eyes look at his son. Curly blonde hair, big brown eyes and chomping on a carrot as he always does. He doesn't exactly look like his dad. More like a mash up of the rest of the band. He's two now. It's been over two years since I last saw him. He cheated on my sister with me. It was wrong. I know. And now my sister's in hospital because of him. And me. Charlie turns around to look at me. He can see the tears in my eyes. I put on a false smile so he won't worry, but he comes over and sits on my knee.

"What's wrong Auntie Ada?" He asks innocently. His cheeks form dimples as he speaks. Toddlers are always so adorable.

"Nothing sweetie." I say, before blowing a huge raspberry on his tummy making him burst out with hysterical laughter. Soon we're on the floor tumbling around, tickling and laughing our heads off. We lay exhausted on the floor, unable to even laugh.

"Auntie Ada, when's Mummy coming home?" He asks. Bless him, he never really got to meet his mum, my sister, she's in hospital. We go and see her at the weekends sometimes, when she's awake.

"I'm not sure, baby." I say stroking his hair. He looks at me in the eye.

"When's Daddy coming home?" I don't know how to answer, how to tell him his Daddy is on TV. I can't tell him that. He won't understand.

"I don't think he's going to come home Charlie, he's quite busy." Charlie nods, and I almost cry. It's because of his Daddy that I'm the one looking after my nephew and not Lyric. He hasn't even got grandparents or an uncle. I haven't met another guy I like. I know that when I do, he's going to be like Charlie's father. He has to be. And I'm the one choosing. I leave Charlie playing with his toys so I can make lunch for him. His favourite, carrot and ham sandwich.

"Charlie! Lunch is ready!" I call as he comes rushing into the kitchen with a power ranger. I sit opposite him and eat my own coronation chicken and lettuce sandwich. After we're done I get us some ice cream. I get out two spoons and the chocolate sauce. Bringing it to the table, Charlie looks suddenly terrified. I look and realise I'm a fool, Charlie's afraid of spoons. Crazy child! I put it away and grab a fork for him instead. I've tried to get him to use them but he ends up getting nightmares. He scoops up the ice cream as best as he can with the spoon but it's prooving difficult. I roll my eyes and grin, helping him inbetween eating my own ice cream.

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