PLEASE READ THE END RANT! ( LOL, enjoy the last chapter! i tried to make it as long as possible! and by the way, please be patient, because i rambled a lot in this chapter about trevor, so just read. ) :>
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~*~ Harry's POV ~*~
( 8 Years Later ~)
" Louis, no! You're spilling our dinner!, " Louis giggled as he tried to transfer the noodles into the huge bowl. Niall laughed hysterically, seeing Louis failing miserably and ended up making the noodles fell to the floor.
" You're going to clean that, right now!, " i said, trying to be strict and stern as possible, but seeing his cute face, i knew i'm going to clean it in the of the story.
" Harry... Pleaseee? i sighed in defeat. I grabbed the mop near the fridge and begin to sweep all the noodles and oil-stained tiles. I don't know why, but in the past years including raising Trevor, i've been surprisingly changed. From the cooking to waking up every morning to make a milk, it's always been my job. Not to blame anybody, but the boys had been really lazy and seriously, all they ever do was sleep and eat. And since Trevor was born, everybody begun to sleep again. After a huge break of the sleeping thing. I really need to sleep, especially to avoid myself thinking about her.
I really missed waking up early in the morning, walking sleepily with closed eyes to Trevor's room. Walking to the brown and black crib, gently humming a song to the small pal, until he fell asleep again. But i knew that's not going to lasted, so i strolled downstairs, switch on the lights, taking some time to rubbed my eyes and let them adjusted with the bright lights. With the walls that kept me stabled, i opened the cabinet, hand groping for the familiar milk jar.
Squirting a little bit of milk on my hand, checking if it was too hot for Trevor. Closing all the lights, climbing back the stairs was harder than it seems. Sometimes i was too sleepy that it took some time to find the switches. And i once tripped on the stairs, rolling down the stairs. It hurts pretty bad, but not for a long time. Once i entered the room, he started to cry, knowing the usual routine. Trevor knew i've got milk, that only by hearing the door creaks, he would started to scream. I patted him to sleep again, and put him again in the crib.
If he sleep again! Sometimes, after getting his dreamy milk, he wanted to play. And imagine, i was so sleepy, and this little pal asked me to play with him. And every time he stepped on my stomach, he would chuckled cutely. I faked a groan and this would make him even more happy. And this one night, Trevor grabbed my hand, and started to walk to the other lads room. He pointed to the door, and for the first time, i spent almost an hour, trying to figure out what does he mean.
Correction : Wake them up!
This can be a way of me getting my revenge done with the boys. Woke them up at 3 in the morning.
Excuse?
Trevor! Of course.
This one night, Trevor's room was loud at 4 in the morning, because all of the lads was in the room. Me and the lads ended up sleeping on Trevor's room. Niall and Louis on the couch, I was sitting on the baby chair, Louis and Liam on the ground. And when i opened my eyes, Trevor was sleeping in between Louis and Liam. We cancelled the interview that morning, and woke up again at 8 night. It was a crazy and exhausting day.
But Trevor's childhood was so short in duration. It only lasted for about 2 years and a half. And Trevor was already 5. He walked at age 2, and stopped drinking milk at 4. His words was always a puzzle for us. And what frustrated me the most is, when i don't get what he wanted, he would cry violently. How could i get him whatever he wanted if he was mumbling?
He called all of us his dad. So basically, he had 5 dads. He was really naughty, always the one with the tricky brain. He likes to do jobs. Like playing the television buttons, climbing and strolling down the stairs and also spilling his own food. Ah, another thing. He don't want anybody to touch his baby nestum, and also don't like people spooning him. So eventually, we would handed him a toy, and when he totally forget about the nestum, he spooned him. We lived with this trick for years, and it never failed, luckily.
" Aye, mate! Zoning out again! What are you thinking?, " Liam poked my shoulder from behind. I smiled at the thoughts of Trevor in our raising. It was so hard at first, that i almost gave up, but we all worked thing out and honestly, growing a baby wasn't that hard. But that was about 8 years ago, and now Trevor was a teen. Just like us. He wasn't a vampire like us, but somehow, he grew up pretty fast. He was celebrating his 17th birthday today. And also our 8th anniversary, babe.
13th October.
8 years without your touches was my hardest years. I always write notes about how i feel every day, or even rumbling about Trevor's naughty behaviour. I would leave it on a drawer every night, feeling like an angel picking up my notes and would pass it to you. Every night, i would mumble how much i love you and how much i've missed you. And sometimes there was too many loads on my chest that i released it by crying silently. The dreams i had, you're always there. You would kiss me like there was no tomorrow and hug me tightly. But those dreams always ended up tragically. You would fly back up, waving at me and promising me to come back.
But you never did.
" Trevor! What are you doing up there? Come on down!, " Niall shouted. Trevor had been locking himself up there since this morning. He was grunting about his hot water machine broke down, and at the end, showering in my bathroom. He understood that i'm not really comfortable when he call me dad. Or father, or daddy. It's because our ages was almost the same.
I set the noodles-filled bowl on the table. I glanced at the stairs and greeted with the familiar pair of blue eyes. He was wearing a black shirt, not buttoning the buttons on the top. As he descended the stairs, i can't help but noticing the way Trevor looking at me was different.
Everybody took a seat, and i got a seat next to Trevor and Liam. They took turns to take the delicious looking noodles and i was the last one. Glancing from the corner of my eyes, i can see Trevor digging really fast. He must be really hungry. Niall, Liam, Louis and my plates were almost empty, only to be filled with a minute amount of the spaghetti. Trevor's head snapped up, noticing he was the only one that's been eating.
Trevor knew that we all was unique. And it took days for him to understand, but now he's totally chilled with it. He understand that we drink blood, and since that, that topic never rises again. Not wanting him to feel offended, i grabbed the fork and stuck a mouthful of spaghetti into my mouth, we all ate in silence for almost 5 minutes, until Trevor asked,
