One Thousand Songs Later

Lily's POV:

I peered around my room, hopping that whatever came to creep me out wasn't Kyle. I almost screamed when I heard a small tap the window. I saw a small note, sticking up in the snow on the roof. I cautiously opened the window and picked up the note out of the snow with shaky hands.

You think you can just escape Kyle and go back to your rich life?
Don't worry, I'll help you make your life hell so you wish you were back with Kyle.
xo

I swear I heard laughter, hurriedly I opened up my window and looked frantically everywhere, to see this person who's scaring me. When no one was spotted, I slowly closed the window and set the note behind my mirror, knowing that no one would find it. I picked up the clothes on my bed and set them behind the mirror as well. I checked my reflection and slapped myself a bit, so that no one could see how pale I was.

I made my way downstairs and heard some crying. I followed the noise and came to a room on the second floor. I swung open the door and saw a cute light brown haired boy. I smiled, I loved children, when I lived in Minnesota I would help out at nurseries a lot. Picking the little boy up, I set him on my hip and patted his back.

"Shhh, it's okay." I whispered into his tiny ear. He settled down a bit and just laid his head on my shoulder. I smiled and opened the mini fridge and took out a bottle of milk. Giving the little boy the milk, he greedily grabbed it and sucked it ferociously. I laughed and started making my way downstairs. Louis and Eleanor have a lot of explaining to do.

"So ah, is this my brother or did Zayn and Perrie have a child?" I asked everyone, who was still sitting on the couches, looking like they were in a deep conversation.

"Yeah, it's Louis and I's" Eleanor said proudly.

"I can see he already likes you." Commented Louis happily. I saw that the little boy had fallen asleep on my shoulder, his hand still grasping his beloved milk. I stroked his small tufts of hair, delicately.

"Tell me about my brother." I said.

"His name is Leo Tomlinson, he's two years old, and he loves running."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"He's like a fucking race car." Said Niall, I laughed.

"I'm not even kidding, it takes like all of us to catch him." Said Harry seriously, I laughed again.

"Why do you want to catch him?"

"His favorite game is tag." Eleanor sighed, as if exhausted just by saying those words.

"I'm going to put him in his crib now." I whispered as Leo started to snore softly. I climbed the stairs and walked into his room, careful not to wake him up, then set him in his crib. I pulled all the covers over his puny body and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

"Want my teddy, I want my teddy." Murmured Leo, I looked around the room, searching for a stuffed bear and couldn't find one. I swung open the door, planning to ask Eleanor where the hell is Leo's teddy bear but I stopped abruptly in my tracks.

I looked at the beheaded bear in horror, noticing a little note tucked into the bear's head stuffing.

Awwww. Louis and a Eleanor have an actual kid now, that's so sweet. Great! Another person to hurt!
This teddy bear is just a an example of what I'm thinking about doing to your precious baby brother..
xo

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