This one is where you have a son and he says he loves Harry who is his stepdad in this imagine.
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Harry's POV:
"Y/S/N, can you come and get your lunch please?" I called to my fourteen year old stepson.
I went into the kitchen where my five year old daughter and my three year old son sat happily eating their lunch as Y/S/N came downstairs.
"I'm here, where's mum?" He asked, taking his lunch from me as he joined his brother and sister at the table.
"She's gone out today, so your stuck with me." I laughed as he nodded.
"That's not so bad." He shrugged.
I had known and been a part of Y/S/N since he was three years old. I grew to love him as well as Y/N and when he was eight, we had our first child together before having our second child together two years later. Hearing comments like that from my stepson really made me feel like he loved me too, although he had only said it once when he was about five.
"Daddy can I have some strawberries?" My daughter asked me.
"Yeah of course darling." I told her as I got some strawberries together for her.
"Can I have some too Harry?" Y/S/N asked, quietly.
"Yeah sure." I smiled at him.
After having our lunch, I went into the living room to sit and watch TV with my children, with Y/S/N going upstairs to his room as usual.
Around two hours later and Y/S/N came back down the stairs, the emotion on his face unrecognisable to me.
"Are you okay?" I asked him, concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Is mum still not back yet?" He asked, sighing.
"No, she said she'd be back in a bit, why? Is something wrong?" I questioned as I patted the seat next to me.
"I'm alright, I just- I fell out with James and I wanted to talk to mum about it." He explained.
James was Liam's son and he was his best friend and this was the first time they had fallen out. They had always been close since being little, but they had only ever had little arguments that didn't ever lead to them falling out.
"You can talk about it with me if you want, I know you usually don't, but I'm here for you if you need me or if you want to talk." I told him and he nodded.
"Thanks, but I'm alright." He sighed.
"No your not, come here, you don't have to pretend." I said as he came and sat down next to me.
"We just, we had an argument and I tried to ring him and apologise but he won't answer. I sent him a text but he hasn't replied." He explained as I listened intently.
"Why don't you go around to his house and apologise? It's not that far away and I can take you if you want." I suggested as he thought about it.
"Yeah, okay, I'll go. I don't know what good it will do though." He said, getting up ready to leave.
"Let me know how it goes." I called.
"I will do," he shouted back as he shut the door to the house.
Half an hour later and he was back, he walked through the door, shutting it behind him and running towards me.
"Harry, were okay now!" He exclaimed happily as I smiled at him.
"That's great. At least now your friends again." I said as he nodded, throwing his arms around me in a hug.
"Thanks harry, I love you." He admitted as he hugged me.
"I love you too." I said, hugging him back.
"You've always been there for me and I'm thankful for that." He said, genuinely.
"I will be here for you, I love you like I love your brother and your sister." I said, patting his back as he pulled away from the hug.
"But, I'm not your son, you must love me bit less than Y/D/N and Y/S/N." He said, confused.
"No, I love you like I love them, as if you were my own son." I admitted and he smiled.
"Cool." He said, clearing his throat.
"Well, I'll be in my room then." He informed me.
It was great to have a relationship with him that wasn't full of arguments. It was a great relationship to have between a stepdad and stepson.
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I'm thinking about making this into a fanfiction, but where Zayn is his dad and Harry is the stepdad. It was an idea I had and I would name the children in the fanfiction, but would anyone read it?
Lauren<3
