The Creep Down The Road

After jolting awake from the terrifying dream, I decided it would be wise to check on the kids. Especially Tanner.

Since he turned 3, and I mean the exact day, he always gets nosebleeds at exactly 12:30am every morning. His eyes also open for the slightest second, before reclosing. And then at about 12:45, he wakes up and comes downstairs, telling me he had the dream.

There's no problem with any of the other three children. As soon as Zach turned 3, I put a camera in each of their rooms, and watched the footage. The only thing that happened was Tanner's nosebleed and eye twitch.

Tanner never knew about any of this. The first time it happened, he came to me the next morning, telling me his nose was bleeding. Since then, when I wake up at 12:12, I wipe his nose, and mske sure it stopped for the night.

I finally walked slowly into his bedroom, Harry and Jessica's old room, the door creaking the slightest bit. He flustered in his sleep, disturbed by sudden sound.

As always, his nose was dripping with red liquid, but his eyes hadn't opened, considering the fact it's only 12:29. I sat there and watched him, waiting for his eyes to quickly flutter open, then smash closed.

His nose dripped more, then the clock turned 12:30. I looked to his eyes, they popped open, then closed, slower than a blink, as if he knew you were in the room with him.

I wiped his nose off with a tissue he had on his nightstand, then left his room to the silence of the night.

I walked across to Julia and Niall's room, where Sophia and El slept. Sophia was probably the most chill, so I only gave her a glance, then l let my blue eyes fall onto El's brown hair.

She slept safe and sound, no blood, no eye twitch. Normal. That warmed my heart.

I came into Kaitlynn and Louis's old room to check on Zach. Oh god, I miss Louis. And Kaitlynn, and Niall, and Julia, and even Harry a little.

I cracked a sliver of the door open, revealing the petite child, sound asleep. His mouth wide open, drool pouring out. I left him go, I had the same problem as a child, drooling. But I outgrew it at age 6.

I tiptoed down to the main floor. The first thing to meet my eyes was the dresses.

Sandra's birthday was tomorrow. She turns 24, August 24th. We're going into the usual bar, having a few drinks, then going to the park for awhile. The guys called Mike, the principal, to watch all the children.

I don't knowing the girls told me to get dresses, we're just going to the club. Not to a ball.

I decided to just sit down and do absolutely nothing but stare at the white wall, and stare around the room.

I looked at the couch. The couch that I dreamt of my miscarriage, of finding our Gemma was the creep, that Harry 'loved' me. All lies.

That couch was also where I had my first kiss with Harry, and the other couch was where we would agree that Harry was going to be Tanner's father. Also a lie.

But no matter what happened with him, or anyone for that matter, I wouldn't want it any other way. Any slight change could take away a child, or change my life drastically. I might not have married Zayn, and I could've married Harry that day. Oh my god, that would suck.

My mind rolled back to the wedding disaster.

Harry and I were already standing at the alter with rings on our fingers, and the priest asked if anyone objected. Like an old sitcom, Zayn pulled up, screaming "I object!"

Everyone was relieved, even Harry.

It was explained that Harry didn't love me, and it was all a lie. I ran to the cafe, and then cried. Gemma found me, explaining that my life was like a sitcom. I still remember her exact words.

Gemma's words were, "I was looking forward to being your sister in law. But Harry realized he lied to himself all this time, it's nothing to do with you. Harry used to always being home different girlfriends every night. To be honest, I never thought he'd make it to a wedding. You're special."

"You're right. Since the guys showed up, my life has been like a cliche tv show. Everything you expect would happen, happens." I had said.

"And something I've learned from tv shows is that the right guy is always the one who's closest. He's always the one right in front of your eyes, but you're too caught up with the player to realize it."

I always kept those words in my heart, the words that changed my life for the better.

One last thought popped into my mind. Finding out who the creep was.

We had all hidden in the closet, listening to the voices outside. Turns out, my brother and mother were just trying to find me. But Jess, she planned on getting revenge. Anytime I hear the name Jessica, I scowl. No matter what.

I jumped as I heard a door open. I already knew who it was. Tanner.

"Mom, I had another bad dream." He whimpered in his young voice.

I winced, "Did it happen again?

Every night, he has the same dream. He refuses to tell me what happens. All I know is that it scares him.

"What happened? Can you tell me what happened last night and tonight?"

He nodded, "A man with curly hair looked at you in front of Dad, and Dad hurt the man. You let him, you seemed mad at the curly man. Then curly man hurt daddy, daddy had a black eye and a red lip. Is daddy okay? Why did he hurt him?"

I'm a little confused, why did Zayn hurt Harry? Wait a minute, back up. Why is Tanner dreaming about his father and another guy fighting?

"What happened last night?"

"The curly man looked at Elly and Sophia, then he looked sad. Why?"

Oh my god, this isn't good.

"It's nothing. Curly guy just thinks Elly has silly hair. It makes him sad that he has better hair than a littke girl. Make sense to you?"

He nodded quickly, giggling. "Elly's hair is silly."

I smiled, "Go on back to sleep. Love you baby."

"Love you too, Mommy." He hugged me. I kissed his forehead, and he walked back up the stairs.

This sucks. Tanner's dream is pretty much telling him that Harry is the parent of his sisters. Thank god he's too young to understand.

But what am I gonna do?

I pulled a blanket over my body like I do every night, on the couch still, and closed my eyes, preparing for tomorrow.

*

I woke up when I felt someone jumping on me. I opened my eyes into slits, seeing Sandra.

"Wake up, Bitch!!!" She yelled in my face, "It's my birthday!!!"

I groaned, rolling onto my side, then sitting up a little. "It's only 12, why do I have to wake up so soon? We're just going to the club."

She shook her head, "I lied, we need to get new dresses. We're going somewhere else. Save those dresses for a another night."

Wait, what? We aren't going to the club? "Where are we going then?"

"To a fancy ball." She smirked.

"This is the 21 century, Sandra." I chuckled lightly, sitting up. "So what kinda ball?"

"Masquerade. We all need masks, and dresses. Zayn and Liam and Conner already have their tuxes." She then grimaced, "Too bad Louis won't be there. Or Niall. Or Harry."

I immediately felt a tear slip down my cheek. "Yea, too bad."

*

The four of us girls were in My favorite boutique, the one Kaitlynn, Julia, and I went shopping in for the dinner thr night we met Perrie. We all needed a dress.

I saw a pink dress that would go great with Perrie's eyes. It was beautiful. Floor length, tight until the mid-stomach, then loose. I showed her, and she tried it on while I looked for Gemma's dress.

Personally, she always looks good in blue, so I kept my eyes trained for deep blue dresses. When I finally spotted one, a blue dress that was neither tight nor loose. It had gems around the stomach. I handed it and searched for Sandra, who looked good in red.

Since red was Sandra's best color, I kept my eyes open for red Then one caught my eye. It was also floor length, tight until past her knees. I passed the dress to her, then searched for my dress.

Honestly, I thought I looked best in purple. But lately, I didn't feel like being too fancy. I searched, until I found one. One strap, and to the floor, same as Sandra's, tight under the breasts, then flows.

We all tried the dresses on, and walked out at the same time. We all looked beyond fabulous, so we decided on these dresses. Then we picked the matching masks, and left.

*

In the car, we all filed in, myself in the driver's seat, Perrie beside me, Sandra behind me, and Gemma behind Perrie. We put the dresses in between them.

I turned on the radio, and Break Free by Ariana Grande came on.

Perrie and I turned to each other at the same time. "Oh hot damn, this is my jam!"

We started jamming the whole way home, then pulled in. Gemma got the dresses, and we walked inside.

As soon as I entered, I regretted it. El and Tanner were fighting, Zach was on the counter eating sugar, Sophia was reading, Dani was watching the fight, Zayn was yelling at El and Tanner that I would eat their ice cream if they fought, and Liam and Conner were trying to stop Zach.

"EVERYONE STOP!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

Everyone in the house turned to me, stopping what they were doing.

"Tanner, Eleanor, no more, or no TV for the rest of the weekend. Zach, you're gonna get sick. Dani, Sophia, good girls. Zayn, call Mike, tell him we're ready to go. Liam, Conner, go be ready. Everyone, behave for Mr. O'Steele (A/N: There's an inside joke behind Mr. O'Steele, ask @JadenTomlinson), or there will be consequences."

Everyone ran off, doing what they were told. Us girls ran downstairs, getting ready for what would be the most miserable night of my life.

'Having fun' without my best friend, Lou. Ha, good luck, Sam.

Notes

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Q: Why does Sam miss Lou so much?

Q: Take a guess, what's the inside joke about Mr. O'Steele?

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