Don't Let Me Go
Eleven
“Da, up!” I roll over to see Carter jumping up and down on the wood floor, attempting to pull himself onto my bed by using the sheets as a ladder.
“What do you need?” I ask, pulling him up to sit beside me on the edge of the bed.
“Food!” I chuckle and sit up. Carter slides off the bed, landing clumsily before righting himself. He takes a few steps toward the hallway and glances back at me, signaling that he wanted a race.
“Okay,” I say, untangling myself from my sheets. “One, two, three, go!” He races off down the hall and I follow, grabbing my phone off of my dresser.
“I win! I win!” He chants as I enter the kitchen.
“Yeah, yeah.” I joke. “So what do you want to eat?” He thinks for a minute. “Cookie.”
“Cookies? You just want a scone?” He looks confused. “Cookie.” He repeats. It takes me a minute to figure out what he means.
“Oh, you want a biscuit?” He shakes his head no. “Cookie.” He repeats. I forgot about the whole America – UK speech differences. Their biscuit was a scone-type of bread and a cookie was our biscuit. Rather confusing to be honest.
I get him a biscuit out of the cupboard, grab a water bottle out of the fridge, and move to answer my now shrilly ringing phone.
“Hello?”
“Hey, mate. Don't forget to bring Carter to the interview today.” Zayn says and I almost spit out my water.
“What interview?”
“The interview we have in thirty minutes. Don't tell me you forgot.” I keep silent as I begin to gather a bag for Carter.
“Just hurry up, Niall.” He hangs up and I toss my phone onto the couch before I hurriedly dress, throwing on a sweatshirt and jeans, knowing that the stylists there will dress me. I dress Carter in a “Kiss Me I'm Irish” shirt with a pair of jeans and some Nikes. He looked pretty good for being dressed in five minutes. I recite a checklist to myself as I usher Carter into the car.
Kid, diaper bag, phone, keys..... Please don't let me forget anything. I race to the studio Zayn had texted me the address to and sigh in relief when I realize I'm not late.
“Here, let me take him.” Louis takes Carter out of my arms and I hurry over to Lou Teasdale, our stylist to get ready for the interview.
“Well, Carter's mom needed me to take care of him while she was in a tough spot so we got together and she gave him to me along with a crash course on babies.” I mentally smirk at my half-lie.
“So you and the mother are on good terms?” I nod. “So who is she? The mother I mean.” I take a deep breath.
“I'd rather not say.” She smiles at this particularly juicy piece of information before asking in a hopeful tone, “Can we see the baby?” Finally, a question I have a definite answer to.
“Yes, he's back stage.”
Her eyes light up and she smiles stiffly, her botox becoming very obvious. “Well bring him here!”
A crew hand backstage complies, gently pushing Carter towards the couches the boys and I were sitting on. He looks around and takes a hesitant step forwards.
“Carter, come here!” He perks up at my voice and comes toddling my way.
“Da!” He screeches, making me laugh. I pick him up and set him on my lap and tickle his sides, getting a string of adorable giggles in return.
The audience 'aw's and the interviewer laughs.
“He looks exactly like you.”
“I know.” I state smugly.
The rest of the interview goes by in a blur as I play with Carter, playing peek-a-boo with him when the questions weren't focused on me.
“Niall?” “Hmm?” Laughs from the audience.
“We were just saying how excited we were to have Carter in the family.” Harry repeats and I blush at the attention.
Oops. “Yeah, definitely.”
“What do you need?” I ask, pulling him up to sit beside me on the edge of the bed.
“Food!” I chuckle and sit up. Carter slides off the bed, landing clumsily before righting himself. He takes a few steps toward the hallway and glances back at me, signaling that he wanted a race.
“Okay,” I say, untangling myself from my sheets. “One, two, three, go!” He races off down the hall and I follow, grabbing my phone off of my dresser.
“I win! I win!” He chants as I enter the kitchen.
“Yeah, yeah.” I joke. “So what do you want to eat?” He thinks for a minute. “Cookie.”
“Cookies? You just want a scone?” He looks confused. “Cookie.” He repeats. It takes me a minute to figure out what he means.
“Oh, you want a biscuit?” He shakes his head no. “Cookie.” He repeats. I forgot about the whole America – UK speech differences. Their biscuit was a scone-type of bread and a cookie was our biscuit. Rather confusing to be honest.
I get him a biscuit out of the cupboard, grab a water bottle out of the fridge, and move to answer my now shrilly ringing phone.
“Hello?”
“Hey, mate. Don't forget to bring Carter to the interview today.” Zayn says and I almost spit out my water.
“What interview?”
“The interview we have in thirty minutes. Don't tell me you forgot.” I keep silent as I begin to gather a bag for Carter.
“Just hurry up, Niall.” He hangs up and I toss my phone onto the couch before I hurriedly dress, throwing on a sweatshirt and jeans, knowing that the stylists there will dress me. I dress Carter in a “Kiss Me I'm Irish” shirt with a pair of jeans and some Nikes. He looked pretty good for being dressed in five minutes. I recite a checklist to myself as I usher Carter into the car.
Kid, diaper bag, phone, keys..... Please don't let me forget anything. I race to the studio Zayn had texted me the address to and sigh in relief when I realize I'm not late.
“Here, let me take him.” Louis takes Carter out of my arms and I hurry over to Lou Teasdale, our stylist to get ready for the interview.
“What's it like, being a dad at 19?” I nervously bounce my leg up and down at the interviewer's question. “It's really just a big blur. I wasn't really prepared for this.” She purses her lips at my answer and moves on to another question.
“Well, Carter's mom needed me to take care of him while she was in a tough spot so we got together and she gave him to me along with a crash course on babies.” I mentally smirk at my half-lie.
“So you and the mother are on good terms?” I nod. “So who is she? The mother I mean.” I take a deep breath.
“I'd rather not say.” She smiles at this particularly juicy piece of information before asking in a hopeful tone, “Can we see the baby?” Finally, a question I have a definite answer to.
“Yes, he's back stage.”
Her eyes light up and she smiles stiffly, her botox becoming very obvious. “Well bring him here!”
A crew hand backstage complies, gently pushing Carter towards the couches the boys and I were sitting on. He looks around and takes a hesitant step forwards.
“Carter, come here!” He perks up at my voice and comes toddling my way.
“Da!” He screeches, making me laugh. I pick him up and set him on my lap and tickle his sides, getting a string of adorable giggles in return.
The audience 'aw's and the interviewer laughs.
“He looks exactly like you.”
“I know.” I state smugly.
The rest of the interview goes by in a blur as I play with Carter, playing peek-a-boo with him when the questions weren't focused on me.
“Niall?” “Hmm?” Laughs from the audience.
“We were just saying how excited we were to have Carter in the family.” Harry repeats and I blush at the attention.
Oops. “Yeah, definitely.”
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12/19/13