Moonlight Mystery
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- Harry: You had all known he would have to leave eventually, but it still just came up so soon. Tomorrow was the day that he would be forced out of your grasp, whether either of you liked it or not. The boys' "going away party" was nowhere near finished, and you had no control over it, which was one of the worst feelings in the world. He was your husband, and you just wanted it to be perfect, and no one would let you make anything how it should be. All the banners were all the wrong colors, and everyone was just yelling at everyone trying to get it right, but no one even knew them! They were just party planners! Everything was just such a disaster, and you had really tried to take this one on yourself, as you were the only wife or girlfriend who hadn't yet, either coming home or going away.Anyway, you knew that he would be gone for a long time and this would be the first time he was since you "tied the knot," and you were nervous about whether or not you would be able to handle it. Last time you were distracted by the fact that you were planning a wedding. All the times before that they had put where you live in the middle, instead of at the end like this time. It didn't seem like much to most people, and sometimes to even you, which sort of made it worse, but it was hard for you! The next day came quicker than you could have possibly imagined, and you spent almost the entire night fixing everything. Finally, you went home to take the power nap of a lifetime, still worrying about everything. You woke up in what felt like no time, but what really was an hour and a half more than you had meant. None of the boys knew where you were, as they had been finishing final preparations for tour. You were late to your own party, and didn't have anything you personally needed ready. You had to throw on the least amount of makeup you could, a relatively simple dress (which was fine because it was a pretty casual party), and just some black heels. It was nowhere near how you wanted to look, and it was the last time you would see him for months. You then had to drive yourself all the way there, even thought you forgot your gps. You got lost for about ten minutes, causing you to finally cave, and call Harry while crying. He knew exactly where you were, and skillfully guided you to the location where he was, were you found everyone happily drinking glasses of wine. The were all so happy to see you, and were loving the way you made it look. Everything suddenly calmed down, you seeing Harry's face, and the joy on everyone else's, and knowing that you had done it right. Even if you wouldn't see them in person for a while, you made sure to enjoy this. After all, skype existed, and you knew you would survive. It would be hard, but everything would be okay, especially after the sex you had the night. He was always great but... This was way better.
- Niall: He was finally coming home that day, and you wanted everything to be perfect, even if your two children didn't. They seemed particularly needy, today of all days, You couldn't blame them, they knew they would soon see their daddy, and they were just so excited. They ran around, accidentally bumping into everything, until they got tired and cried, or tripped over things the knocked over and cried, or they broke something and cried because they felt bad. Once you finally got them settled down with a coloring book, your slightly older son got a paper cut and nearly screamed his head right off, while you were almost done fixing dinner, about to take everything off the stove. Without an instant of time passing you were already to were the boys were coloring. "Thomas, what happened?" you asked, trying to calm him down, pointing out that "you're scaring Matthew" as he showed you his finger. It may have been a tiny cut, but it bled a lot. He dropped his finger to his side, causing a drop of blood to drip off, onto the carpet, right past Matthew's face. Seeing this, and not knowing what a paper cut was, he started also crying, which was really starting to become more than you could take, knowing that your food was probably burning. You walked into the bathroom and grabbed a band-aid to wrap around his finger, and kissed it so he would stop crying. However, Matthew still was crying and the teapot was finally screaming, and the sound scared Matthew into crying again, and the food was burning, and there was blood on the carpet, and Niall would be home soon, and it was all stacking up so fast. You ran with Thomas in your arms, setting him down in his room. You ran to the kitchen and took all the food off, all of it burnt to the point where it wasn't ruined but it was nowhere near perfect, and you needed it to be because you saw Niall so rarely. You immediately ran into the boys room and yelled, "WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP?!?" and ran away, no longer hearing the them cry, knowing they had realized they annoyed you. You knew they were still crying, and you didn't mean to yell like you did it was just all so much. You walked back into the kitchen, a single tear streaming down your face, the teapot still screeching, louder than ever. You set a hot pad on the counter and grabbed the teapot to put it on the hot pad, not thinking about how hot it was and burning your hand, causing you to drop the boiling water on your feet. You felt like your stress was literally pushing you back against the wall across from your stove. As soon as you fully backed away, your collapsed against the wall, becoming surrounded in your sobs. You sat there crying for a minute, your children still scared, the pot still screaming, the food still burnt, just waiting to feel okay again, when suddenly you felt arms wrapped around you, and heard him tell you "I'm sorry." "It's not your fault," you said, looking at your husband before pulling yourself back together again and going to finish getting everything ready. You were going to say something about how you were sorry for burning the food, when Thomas shouted "DADDY!" before running into the kitchen, closely followed by Matthew. You watched out of the corner of your eye as Niall picked them both up, spinning them around, bringing you a little joy as you tried to fix the food, though it wasn't working very well. You had the plates and everything set out, and gave Niall the lest-burnt looking piece, which actually came out pretty well, and each of your kids the half of the decent-one, leaving you the... not so great one... which you figured you deserved. You then put out everything else that was needed as everyone took their places. Before you let anyone say their dinner prayers or eat anything, you individually turned around each of your children, apologizing to them for the way you yelled. You kissed each of them on the temple, and sat down at your seat across the table from Niall, and told him "I'll tell you later" in response to his look of confusion. You were still kinda stressed, but the love he gave you that night, sexual and not, helped. A lot.
- Liam: "Hey babe!" Liam exclaimed as when he walked through the door, leaving it well open for your best friend to storm out, leaving you to allow a single tear to fall from your face. "Hey, Li!" you said, trying to act happy, but he was never fooled. The instant after you said hello, he saw your face and ran over to you, wrapping you in his muscular arms, asking "What's the matter?" You guided him to the nearby couch, so you could both sit down you cuddling against him, his arms immediately finding there way around your waist, as you started to explain. "I dont even know. Everything was happy and fun and happy, and then she decided that she would say to me, 'Thank you for dressing down so much. It makes me feel good to have so little money and look so much better than someone like you, with all you have.' Except, the thing was, I didn't do that at all, I specifically wanted to impress her because we can never see each other anymore and everything escalated and a very short while before you got here she admitted to me that the reason my 11th grade boyfriend broke up with me was because they slept together and she was so much better than me that he simply had to leave me so he could do her guiltlessly--" "Now do you really belive that?" he interupted. "Well why would she lie?" you sobbed, before he reminded you "Babe, you know she has a habit of escalating the truth when she gets upset" "Well, yeah, but..." you paused for a while, slightly calming down, thinking about what he said. "And I'm sorry about caring about this so much, it's not that I care about him at all, he's nowhere near as perfect as you, it just still doesn't feel good, you know?" you stated. "It's okay, I figured," he said, now holding you a little closer. You turned over to face him, tears still occasionally streaming down your face. "I love you" "I love you too, and I know that everything will be okay, okay?" you looked him right in the eyes, feeling as if you were curling up like a baby. "I promise" he said, sticking out his pinky for you to wrap in yours. you sighed happily before telling him "I love you so much," bringing a smile to both of yyour faces.
- Louis: "Hi mommy!" you exclaimed, barely excited to see her. You had gotten in so many fights recently, it was hardly worth it. She didn' approve of Lou, or of your relationship with him. To make matters worse, tonight was the night you planned to tell her, and your father that you were pregnant. "Daddy!" you nearly yelled at the sight of him, as you had really missed him. He was so chill about everything bd, but so happy about everything good. You hugged your mom first, for only a second as she said "Hello," plainly, just before you closely hugged you dad as he said "Hey girly!" he stated glady, holding you close. "I missed you guys so much!" you said, waiting a second before hugging your mom again, patially so she wouldn't feel left out. "Mrs. Y/L/N, Y/D/N" he said, shaking their hands. You led them into the kitchen, befre your mom tried relly hard to say like she meant "I love what you've done here," but she wasn't convincing at all. "What have you preppared?" she asked, clearly doubting you. "Well, Louis made three cheese chicken penne with rolls and sweet corn." you said. "really?" Your father asked, clearly getting excited. "Well, Harry helped... a lot." Your mother looked at you as if to say "I think they're gay together, s be careful," which was always was part of her argument about why marrying him was the biggest mitake of your life. It was that face, that look, that really set of your freak out. She hated everything about this boy. How could she react to finding that you planned to have a child with him? There's no way it would go well. There were so mny things that would sometime come out of her when she was mad, and all Lou wanted was her approval, and you knew she would go off. Everynoe sat down at the table, where evrything was set out. You weere just about to dish yourself some food, before your mother coughed suggestively and began an elaborate prayer that you hadn't said sense you were little, but she neverthless expected you to still have memorize. She glared at you until everyone had there food because you didn't. When she saw the milk on the table, instead of wine, her face went sour. "Oh, mom, would you like some wine?" you asked, trying to cover. "Yes please," she stated, as if it was the only goodness that could pull her from a deep dark hell. "Red or white?" you asked. "Red" she answered. You pulled out your best bottle, hoping to impress her. You poured her a glass, say ing "tell me when." "When!" she yelled almost immidiately, causing you to flich and spill th tiniest little amount of wine on your red placemats. Again your mother glared, now ging back and forth between you and the spot. "Would you like to trade places?" You asked, causing her to immidiately jump up and say "Yes!" rushing for both of you to move. Lou loked at you sympathetically, both of you thinking how to bring this up. However, you realized you didn't really have to when your mom asked "How's the pregnancy so far?" a touch of joy, the first you had seen about somehing to do with you and Lou in a long time, spreading across her face, and a look of mystery and slight confusion spreading across all three of yours, Lous, and especially your fathers. "How'd you know?" You asked, completely flabberghasted. "Babe, there had to be a reason you had us visit, and you werent drinking, so either that or you've had a drinking problem you didn't tell us about," She said, causing all of you to laugh. "Cngradulations," she said, followed by your dad saying the same thing, tearing up a bit at the fact that his little girl was growing up. After a small celebration, the rest of your meal, and many, many, many "I love you"'s, they both went home, planning to come back for your first ultrasound. "You know, I think she's finally coming around" was the last thing any of you said about the joy-filled day.
- Zayn: No on approved of your relationship. No one. You parents pretended that it wasn't what it was about, but they constantly punished you and you knew this had something to do with it. Everything was completely normal, except he was a liiiittttle older than you, and everyone freaked out about it. If you were both adult, they would be fine with it, but you barely weren't, even tough he was. Anyway, this week they grounded for something about "you need to keep this house clean." When you got up to do the dishes, they yelled at you more because "You should have done that without are asking," which led to slight confrontation that led to you being grounded for the nest three weeks. You could only leave your house for school. You didn't make anything much of it, because you knew if you said anything they'd say you were getting obsessed or something and only punish you further. For the first week, you tried to accept the whole "come home, do a chore, do your homework, do every other chore that has ever existed ever" thing, but it was really getting to you. What did they think you would do? You knew sex between you to, even if you consented, was illegal, and you couldn't take a breath in public together without being mobbed. They had kept you away from him to the point where you hadn't even had time for your relationship to develop to a point where you could kiss yes, better yet anything further. While you were cleaning the bathroom one night, you decided to organize the cabinet, because you wanted your mother to be completely happy with you and one time when you were little she migh have said domething about it and you didn't want her to again. Anyway, you sorted through, starting off by pulling everything out, past the hairspray and some weird old-people-medicine, the usual, until you ran into some birth control. You would have thought absolutely nothing of it, except you overheard last week that your mom had gotten her tubes tied, and the box wasn't yet opened. You turned the box around, looked at the back to make sure it was what it was, and read on the back, "Save for Y/N," and you could tell it hadn't been long since it was written, and judged by how close to the outside of the cabinet it was, you knew it hadn't been there long. If you said anything to your mother things would only get worse, so you simply ran ino your room to cry. They really though that you would do something like that. They thought that you would illegally have sex with someone without protection and not think to get birth control, which as so many levels of stupid, and they should have known that you knew better. They thought you were so dumb, and so open to sex, which you just didn't want at that time, and they just thought that they were so sneaky. They thought you didn't know it would ruin you both. feeling without escape, you called him, tear after tear streaming down your face. "Hey babe!" he answered, before hearing your sobs and asking "What's wrong?" "They had birth control for me." you said. "Oh my god, babe... Do you know what that means?" he said, , as if he thought those were tears of joy from the fact that you could finally have sex. "I hate you." you exclaimed before getting off the phone, throwing it at the door. How could everyone think this of you? You were a virgin and wanted to keep it that way. You were a smart girl, and everyone thought you were so dumb. Like you didn't see every repercussion that would, not could, would come of this. You got up, slowly walked back intothe bathroom, and continued sorting, never stopping crying. You mother eventually walked to use the bathroom in while you were almost done sorting, but still crying. You picked up the box and showed it to her upon her asking what was wrong, when she dropped to her knees and hugged you. "Baby, we didn't mean it like that, we just didn't want you to get trapped." She explained, helping a little. "I called and told him." "That's fine, it's okay." She comforted. "He thought I calle to say as a 'Yay! We can finally have sex!' and that wan't what it was about at all." you told her. "Just, don't let it get like that. Tell him next time you see him, in only one week, that you don't want that." She said, letting you pick up the fact that you had less punishment. "Okay," you nodded, sobbing further in her arms. "I love you, and I'm so sorry. We should have told you." She tried to make it all better. "It's okay mommy, I love you too."
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