My Son and My Boy Band Boyfriend

Chapter 9. Bloody Bastard

Chapter 9

“These are some interesting photos” I smiled, scrolling through the new photo shoot of the boys that had just been released

“You don’t like them?” asked Louis from the driver’s seat

“I do but Harry looks like a cockatoo and Zayn kind of looks like Hitler”

Niall laughed from the passenger seat, turning around to look at me “Let me see”

I moved forward and handed him the phone, showing him the photo of Zayn with his hair slicked down

“It doesn’t look that bad” grimaced Niall “But he does kind of look like Hitler”

“We don’t tell him that though” I laughed taking back my phone

“No, Not at all”

Louis smirked at me in the rear view mirror and I ignored him

Louis had given Niall and I the biggest grin when we got home last night, my arms wrapped tightly around his own and my face buried in his side

“Well aren’t you two just a cute couple of Blondes” he’d chirped, nudging Harry in the side to make him look up from Draco before one of us pulled away

“Are you okay Riley?” Harry asked, eyes not leaving my own, never once darting to our interlocked arms

“I’m fine” I replied

Louis had jumped up as fast as a bullet to block the path to the stairs

“So, how are you guys?”

Niall rolled his eyes, wrapping his arm around my waist and steered us right past the giggling boy, up to the spare room where I had stayed that night

Niall had slept on the floor of Harry’s room next door so he could get up and sing Draco back to sleep if he had a nightmare

“How did Drake sleep last night?” whispered Niall over his shoulder, only loud enough for me to hear if I moved to the edge of my seat and leaned in close

“He was fine, after you came in at about 2 he went straight back to sleep, didn’t hear another thing from him for the rest of the night”

Niall smiled “That’s good yeah?”

“Yeah, usually he’s up twice, even three times a night” I leaned close to his ear “I think you’re getting through to him”

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

“Just don’t go turning my son into a football maniac”

“I’ll try not to”

“Oi, what are you two whispering about?” laughed Louis

“You” I smiled sitting back “And what a terrible Uncle you are”

Louis pulled the car over in front of a large Converse shop somewhere in the middle of London before turning to me with a glare “Get out”

I giggled and so did Niall

“I’m kidding Lou, you’re a great Uncle”

“I know” he pretended to flick his hair over his shoulder “But seriously get out, both of you, this is our stop”

I smiled and slipped my phone into my pocket before jumping out with bag and jacket in hand

Niall slipped out after me, closing both our doors and slipping his shades and snapback on