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"one."

"two."

"three." niall counts, smiling when he hears aidan giggle. he opened one eye and tried to peek but was caught and aidan let out a scream and pointed at him with seriousness, like niall was the child and not him.

"no peeking!"

niall raised his hands in surrender. "i'm sorry, little one." niall chuckled. he closes his eyes with his hands and starts counting from one to hundred, he could hear giggles and then finally the opening and closing of a door. when he reaches twenty he pulled his hands down from his face and spun around.

he ran up the stairs and silently opened the first door he saw. it was a bedroom, there were no paintings on the wall, the closet was empty -no clothes and no aidan, the bed looked neat and arranged and it was then niall realized that this wasn't any room, it was just the guest room. he walks out of the room (closing the door behind him) before walking to the next room and this room he knows.

it's aidan's room.

the walls were lilac and there were drawings on the wall, not artists' but aidan's drawings. liam had kept them all in frames and hung them around the room, aidan's bed was pretty big with the softest duvet niall had ever seen. niall pulled open the little boy's walk in closet and searched but he couldn't find the little one. he checks under the bed and behind the curtains.

where can he be?

niall walks out of the room and hums dog days are over by florence + the machine as he pulled open the door across aidan's. niall's eyes widened when he realized where he had just entered.

the walls were white with brown stripes. there was a plasma on the wall, a king sized bed and floor length windows, the walk in closet was open and niall could see the array of suit and the glass cupboard lined with ties.

the room itself made him shiver, no, not the bad kind. the room literally hugged and he was enveloped in the lingering scent of chanel and vanilla. he snapped out of his trance when he heard a giggle coming from... below.

huhn...

"where could little danny be?" niall says, his voice rising so that aidan could hear him. "i wanted to make him fried rice and pineapple but oh well..." niall says with a sigh. he knew he had won when he saw small hands come out from underneath liam's bed and pretty soon a head popped out.

"jesus!" niall yelled in mock fear, hands on his chest.

aidan giggled. "nope. it's me, danny!" aidan says as he pulls himself out and stood up, dusting his knee and shaking his head. he ran into niall and held onto his legs.

"there you are!"

"yup." aidan says, smiling up at niall. "are we really going to make rice?" he asks, widening his big brown eyes, his bottom lips jutting out as he pouts. niall laughs and picks the boy up before he peppered kisses all over his face.

"let's go and cook!" niall says and aidan cheers, his hands up in the air.

"we make some for papa?"

"sure. why not." niall says as they go down the stairs. when they get to the kitchen niall places aidan on the island and walked to the fridge. he brought out left over chicken before walking to the cabinets to bring out the pots and finally he cuts open the bag of rice and poured a reasonably amount into it.

"how about we have a picnic?"

aidan shook his head. "no."

niall frowned a little. "why?"

"cause i want tah go with me, you and papa." aidan, pointing at himself and niall as he swung his leg. he looked really cute though. niall nodded and as he pulled out a bag of chopped carrot, green pepper and green peas he thought about liam and aidan's slip this morning. aidan had said daddy...

that means two things. one: liam was gay and two: there's actually something. are they living together? if so why hasn't he seen 'daddy' before? maybe they are divorced because niall hasn't seen liam with a wedding band. he wants to ask, he wants to know but it isn't his place.

"i'll have to ask your papa, danny."

"okie. wot is your bestest colour, ni?"

"blue. its cool and bright." niall says as he puts the pot of rice on fire.

"like my eyes! and sky!" aidan says, pointing to the ceiling with a big smile on his face. niall hums and walks up to the little boy, he wipes his wet hand on his jeans, cups aidan's cheeks and kissed his nose, laughing when aidan goes cross eyes so that he could see the kiss. silly boy.

"ni...?"

"yes?"

"do you like my dad now?"

in this moment, niall thanks his stars he wasn't holding the pot of rice cause he's sure he would have dropped it.

"can i get back to you on this?" niall asked, stroking aidan's cheeks.

"pinky promise?" aidan asked, raising his pinky

"promise." niall promises, linking his pinky with aidan.

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it's short. i'm sorry.

there's a lot going on right now plus i'm hearing news of the band spilliting and not going on a break? wot? wut?

nevermind.

um... what do you think?

vote. comment. share. buy a coke.

Tell me your favorite food!!

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