(Sequel to Emily)
After such a tragic death, the boys of One Direction are heart shattered. Yet, there is no time to mourn because Louis and Harry still have to be parents. But as time progresses, they both realize, along with the other boys, that having that responsibility is a challenge. More importantly, they start to realize that letting go and acceptance is difficult when you are broken.


10. Chapter 9

"Guys." I announced to my family. They all looked at me in disapproval. "I know I'm not the favorite person in the room right now but I just want to say I'm sorry. I feel terrible for what I did. And I realized that I do have a perfect, yet dysfunctional, family and for that I love you guys."

Everyone gave me forgiving smiles and continued on with their conversations. All except Sara and Louis. I sighed and pulled them aside. I guided them down stairs, where we sat down crisscrossed on Zayn's bed to talk. They were both extremely upset, yet Sara seemed to be angry.

"Look guys, I'm sorry." I started. "I didn't mean any of it."

Sara gave me a stern look. "Apology not accepted."

"Look, I was wrong okay?"

Louis huffed and looked away. "It's not like anything you said wasn't factual."

I grabbed his shoulders and made him face me. "That's not true."

"It is true!" Sara yelled pushing me away from Louis. "We killed mom! We know that! You don't have to remind us!"

I sighed and pressed a pillow to my face, the scent of Zayn calming me down slightly. Why must she be so stubborn?

"If I tell you the truth," I began looking at them seriously. "Mom was overjoyed to have you guys. You two were her chance of a better life. Because of you guys, she was going to be happy forever. It's tragic yes, but both of you completed her perfect family."

They stared at me, guilt plastered across there pure faces.

"Take of that as you must, but know that mom would be glad that you two got to live instead of her. I'm glad, don't ever forget that."

I sighed and stood up. Before I reached the steps, I felt four arms wrap around my small body and I laughed. I hugged them both back and kissed their heads.

"Come on guys." I said wiping my eyes. "No waterworks on your birthday! Teenagers don't cry!"

They laughed and skipped upstairs, me trailing behind them. Maybe mom was right. Maybe they do complete us.

"So when's the birthday party?" Claire asked, excitement filling her bright blue eyes. Next to her was her older brother Cody, both Niall's bundles of joy.

Uncle Louis passed the toast to Zayn. "Three thirty. I'll take Louis and his friends go karting and aunt Carrie will take Sara and her friends to the salon."

Alana took a bite of her toast. "What are we gonna do?"

"The rest of you are staying here. We will be back after the parties for cake and presents." He explained eating a forkful of eggs. I silently groaned. I didn't know what was worse, staying at home with all the young kids or going to the salon with aunt Carrie and a bunch of thirteen year old girls.

I took my last bite of pancakes and pushed out my chair, only to be stopped by my dad's hand gripping my arm. "Where are you going?"

"Upstairs." I responded escaping his grip. I put my plate in the sink and walked upstairs.

"Emily." My dad said just as I was about to open my door. I turned around frustratingly to meet his disapproving gaze. "You do realize your going with Sara right?"

"Come on dad! If anything, can't I just go with Louis and his friends go karting? It sounds a lot more fun." I complained leaning my body against my doorframe. My dad chuckled.


"But Dad!"

He put a finger in the air and I silenced. "Your going and that's final. Just have fun. Get your nails done or something."

I rolled my eyes. "And your staying here? With all these kids? Dad, we know that won't work."

He laughed and pulled me to his side. "It'll be fine. Come on, socialize for a little bit and maybe I'll allow you to go to Zoe's house afterward. Deal?"

I sighed and hugged him tighter. "Deal."

"What movie?" Brian questioned plopping on the ground next to Tessa and Andy. They were all Liam and Maya's rambunctious children.

"Toy Story!"

"Little Mermaid!"

"Snow White!"


"Finding Nemo!"

I groaned and plopped down in between Zayn and Niall. Why must they pick a Disney movie? But hey, at least they were sticking to the classics.

Eventually, they decided on The Little Mermaid. Shocker. We had only watched that movie a thousand times. I crossed my arms and leaned into Zayn who in return pulled me closer to him.

"Hey, it looks like you and your dad!" Zayn teased pointing at the screen. Ariel and King Triton were yelling at each other, both too stubborn for their own good. I laughed and punched his arm lightly. It kind of was like us.

"Over protective father, stubborn and rebellious daughter, constant fighting yet understanding of each other. Yep. That sounds like us." I concluded.

He chuckled and kissed my head. "You sound just like your mom."

"Is that a good thing?"

"In some situations." He chuckled. I guess I was just like my mother. I knew for fact she was stubborn but rebellious? It just didn't seem fitting to her character.

"So how's Tyler doing?" Niall teased nudging me with his elbow. I jabbed him and gave him a 'shut up my dad is right there' look.

"Who's Tyler?" Zayn asked. I groaned and shoved a pillow in my face. Seriously?

"A friend." I mumbled. The pillow was removed from my face and I was welcomed with a blinding light. I came face to face with my father, our identical eyes meeting.

"A special friend?" He asked seriously. I couldn't help but notice his grip tighten on the pillow.

"No. Just a friend." I groaned. Dad chuckled and threw the pillow at Zayn.

"You say he's just a friend?" Zayn laughed. I groaned. I knew where this was heading. As if on cue, all the uncles started to sing the same tune.

You, you got what I need

You say he's just a friend

You say he's just a friend.

They burst out laughing, slapping each other's shoulders and bumping bodies together. The cousins started to fuss and whine, the laughing interrupting their movie. Aunt Carrie shushed the boys and turned the movie back on.

I snuggled into Zayn's open arms and rested my head on his chest. It rose up and down steadily to a calm tempo, his heartbeat thumping in harmony.

Zayn laughed and gently ran his hands through my hair. "Just like old times."

I smiled at the memories of all the times I would curl up in the uncles arms. "Yep. Where did the time go?"

"Don't worry," he whispered kissing the top of my head. "You'll always be our little princess."

I smiled and looked to the screen.

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