As father as son.

This is a sequel to "She's not afraid." It's about Louis and Claire this time. As you know they got a kid named Dallas. But what happens when Claire wants a divorse, and she moves away from Louis and takes Dallas with her? Read to find out.


3. Money.

Dallas' P.O.V

I started to skate around the room doing some tricks and stuff before that Louis guy spoke, "So, is it true that you stabbed your friend?" He asked as I got off my skateboard.

I nodded as I sat down again, "He said that I was a mommyboy. That she died 'cause she couldn't handle me." I whispered looking up at him.

"Is it true that you're my dad?" I asked as he nodded his head 'yes'.

"Alright then fuck you." I spat as he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Why so big mouthed?" He asked as I stood up again skating around the room.

"You left my mom and me." I spoke as he stood up.

"She wanted the divorce, I never wanted it, I took care of you in two years before she left me." He said stepping on my skateboard.

"How do I know you're not lying?" I asked as he brought up his phone.

"You know what your first word was?" He asked as I shook my head 'no'.

He held the phone in front of me and clicked 'play' on a videoclip. It was a baby, "That's you." He whispered as a little smile appeared on my face. 

"Take care of my wife mate." I heard his voice say in the video.

"Da-da." I spoke.

"W-what?" Louis stuttered.

"Da-da," I repeated as I heard him sobbing in the video.

The removed the phone and placed it back in his pocket.

"Did you cry?" I smirked pulling my skateboard away from him as I started to skate again.

"Hey, your mom just decided to divorce and your first word was da-da." He smirked as I laughed.

Louis' P.O.V

"Can we go home Louis? I'm hungry." He asked as I furrowed my eyebrows.

Louis? why didn't he say dad?

"Why don't you call me dad?" I asked as he looked at me raising his eyebrows.

"Because you're not..." He replied as I got a twist in my stomach, "Yet." He smirked and skated over to the door opening it.

"I'm going out skating while you're talking to these assholes." Dallas spoke skating out of the police station.

"Cool guy." Greg spoke as I shrugged my shoulders.

"So, I'm just going to take him home to my place?" I asked as he shook his head 'no'.

"You're staying here in California. Where Dallas lives." He replied as I sighed.

"You could've told me that so I could pack more than two pair of boxers." I said as he laughed.

"Don't worry Mr. Tomlinson, you'll be quite surprised when you see how much money she saved for him and you." Greg spoke as we walked out of the police station.


"So the money is now on your account, just put your credit card in this machine to check how much you and Dallas have." Greg spoke as I did what he said.

"T-t-ten m-million d-dollars?!" I stuttered as he chuckled.

"And that's on your account, how much has Dallas?" Greg asked as I looked back at the machine.

"F-f-fifteen m-million d-dollars?!" I almost blacked out as my whole body was shaking.

"I'll drive you to your house and if you need anything, just call me." Greg spoke handing me a card with his number.

I nodded walking outside the bank where Dallas were skating.

"Let's go kid." I shouted at him as he skated over to me and Greg.

"Let's clear something up, I'm not a kid." Dallas spoke as I chuckled.

"No, you're a spoiled brat, that's what you are." I chuckled as he bumped into my shoulder.


"Good luck." Greg said and rolled up his window driving away.

I turned around looking at a huge villa. My jaw dropped as Dallas ran inside. I walked inside looking around, man this place is huge. It's like five times bigger than my own house!

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