"How was your day at school handsome? Did you have fun?" I asked Noah, taking his little hand in mine. He nodded vigorously while putting a sweet in his mouth. "We made a painting with our fingers," he exclaimed with a full mouth. "What have I learned you, Noah?" I raised my eyebrow at him. He swallowed and looked up at me with his green eyes. "Never speak while I have food in my mouth," he said. I nodded and grabbed his hand a bit tighter, traversing the road and putting him in the back seat of my car.
It had been Noah's last school day of this year and the summer holidays started tomorrow. I'd managed to get the entire summer free from work after working overtime for the past 3 months. I'd saved some money so Noah and I could make a trip to Spain in August. It would be the first time he'd ever leave England and he was already way to excited.
Noah was a really sweet and kind, but energetic child. He had energy for 3! Not that I minded, he wasn't a pain in the ass! He was probably one of the kindest little boys. He always helped me out with stuff and he always listened to me. I was very lucky to have a kid like him, and I loved him a lot. I'd give up my life for him.
I watched him in the rear view mirror when I had to stop for a traffic light. Noah was looking out of the window, still stuffing his mouth with sweets. "What do you want for dinner, hunny?" I asked him slowly starting to drive again as the light became green. "Macaroni!" He shouted. I nodded and concentrated on the road. We passed a place were they were holding a fair for the next few days, to celebrate the end of the school year.
"Mummyyyyyyyyyy," Noah whined. "What baby?" I asked him, not taking my eyes of the road. "Can we please go to the carnival tonight? Pleaaaaaaaase?" I sighed and nodded. "We will if you're a good boy for the rest of the day." Noah clapped his hands and squealed. "Thanks mummy!" I shook my head laughing and parked the car in front of our apartment complex. I got out and took Noah out of his chair. I took his little backpack in one hand while grabbing his with my other. We walked inside and took the elevator to the second floor, where our apartment was. I opened the door and Noah ran inside. He dived onto the couch and I chuckled to myself.
"Are you hungry?" I asked him, putting down his backpack, my handbag and my keys. "Not really," Noah mumbled while grabbing the tv-remote. "Of course not, you've been eating too many sweets!" I teased him, sitting down on the end of the couch. Noah laughed cheekily and crawled towards me. He nuzzled into my side and started to watch Disney Channel. I took my iPhone out of my pocket and checked facebook, to see I had a message from my best friend Sylvie. She asked me to meet up the next day, which I agreed on immediately. She told me to bring Noah, she wanted to spoil her godchild.
I felt Noah shift, so I looked down to see him look up to me. "I love you mummy," he said and he sloppily kissed my cheek. "I love you too, little man." I replied, showering his face with kisses. He squealed and tried to get out of my arms. I released him and stood up laughing. "I'm going to make dinner." I announced and I walked towards the kitchen. I got all the ingredients ready and started to make the macaroni. I could hear Noah sing along with the Phineas and Ferb title song and smiled at myself. My life was pretty amazing, and I wouldn't want to change it.
I finished the macaroni in almost 30 minutes and called Noah, but I got no reply. I walked into the living room and saw him snuggled up on the couch, sleeping like an angel. I silently crept closer to him and crouched so I was on the same height as him. "Noah baby, wake up. Dinner is ready." I whispered, pushing a curl out of his face. His eyes fluttered before he opened them completely. I smiled at him and helped him sit up. "Are you tired?" I asked him. Noah shook his head while rubbing his eyes with his hand. "I wanted to get some sleep so I wouldn't be tired when we go to the carnival tonight!" He grinned. He opened his arms, gesturing me to pick him up.
I picked him up and walked towards the kitchen. "You're such a big baby," I said, kissing his nose. I put him on the floor and we went to sit at the table. We both ducked into our food as if it had been months since we'd eaten. Noah finished eating after about 10 minutes, jumping down from his chair and walking towards the fridge. "What are you doing?" I asked him. "I want an ice cream," he said, trying to open the fridge. "No, no, no, no." I said, standing up. "You'll get one at the carnival, go get changed so we can leave." Noah looked sad for a minute but his face lightened when I mentioned the carnival. He ran towards his bedroom, me trailing behind him. He'd already opened the doors of his wardrobe when I entered the room. I chuckled at him and walked over to him, looking at his clothes. I took out a jeans and a green checkered shirt. I threw them at him and he caught them laughing. He walked towards his desk and put the clothes on his chair. He quickly took off his uniform and put the other clothes on.
I saw him struggling with the shirt so I walked over to help him and crouched beside him. I buttoned his shirt up and pushed his hair out of his face. I kissed both of his cheeks and looked at him. "Promise me you'll be a good boy tonight?" "I promise mummy." Noah pushed a sloppy kiss on my lips before dashing out of the room. I followed him and put on my shoes and jacket. I walked towards Noah and handed him the leather jacket that my parents had bought him a few weeks ago. Noah put on his jacket and shoes and looked up at me.
"Let's go!" I said, grabbing my handbag. I took Noah's hand in mine as we left our apartment. We walked down the stairs, not in the mood to wait for the elevator. We walked towards my car and I felt Noah tug my arm. "Can I please sit in the front with you?" He looked pleadingly at me and I sighed in defeat. "All right, but just this one time!" Noah climbed in the passenger seat and I walked around the car, getting in. I started the car and we drove towards the fair. The ride didn't take long, and I found a parking spot rather quickly.
We got out of the car and started to walk towards the fair. "Noah," I said. "You have to stay with me, allright? Don't let go of my hand!" Noah nodded and we walked towards the joyful place. Noah looked around excitedly, looking at everything that he could do there. "Mummy, mummy, mummy. Can I try that?" He pointed at a stall where you had to throw balls at cans. "Of course hun." We walked towards the stall and I picked Noah up, putting him on the table in front of the stall. "5 balls please." I said to the man and handed him the money.
He handed Noah the balls and he started to throw them. At the end, Noah had almost hit all the cans, which gave him enough points to get the big fluffy teddy bear. We walked further, the teddy bear clamped into Noah's little arms. "Oh mummy, I want to do that!" He pointed at a big ferris wheel. I nodded, but noticed the line that was waiting to go on it. "Baby, the line is way to long. Let's do something different." I tugged his hand, trying to pull him away from the ferris wheel. "Nooooo, I want to do that!" Noah whined, stamping his feet. "Noah." I said sternly. "I want to go on the ferris wheel!" He shouted very loudly, causing people to look at us. "Okay, this is enough Noah. We're going home if you keep acting like this."
Noah looked at me with tears in his eyes before pulling his hand out of mine. He started to run towards the ferris wheel as fast as he could. "Noah!" I shouted, starting to run after him.
I'd never known my son was this fast, and the amount of people that were here didn't help either. I ran as fast as I could, looking around. But I couldn't see his brown curls anywhere. I'd lost my son. I started to walk around desperately, hoping to see his cute face somewhere. My heart started to speed up and my hands got clammy. This couldn't be happening.
Suddenly I saw his cute little face, standing with two young men. "Hey there little one, what are you doing here on your own?" One of them said, crouching down so he was on the same level as Noah. The young men were standing with their backs to me, but I'd recognized them immediately. "Whoa Harry, that kid could be your son." The second lad laughed.
"That's because he is." I heard myself say. The two young men turned around, facing me. They were both looking at me. Louis confused, Harry shocked. "Mummy!" Noah shouted, running towards me. "Come on baby, we're going home." I grabbed his little hand in mine and looked at Harry one last time. I started to walk away fast, only looking back once.
I'd always known I had to face Harry again one day. But I didn't expect it to be this soon. I knew what this meant, the fact that we saw each other again, this meant trouble.
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Noah ( Harry Styles fanfiction )Fanfiction
Noah Richards, 4 years old, has never met his father before. But when father and son run into each other, Harry Styles is determined to be in his son's life. But how willl that turn out? Find out in 'Noah'!