"Louis! Louis over here!"

"Over here!"

"Louis is it true that you and Eleanor Calder called the quits?"

"Who do you thinks gonna win X-Factor?!"

My dad, a multi millionaire at the young age of 37, pushed through the crowds of people like a pro, dodging questions, keeping his head low, all the while he kept a firm grip on my wrist as I followed behind him.

"Freddie where is your mum?"

"Is it true you have full custody of Freddie now?"

They ask these questions like I'm not even here, not caring about me or my dad—just for their stupid filthy money.

I don't know how my dad keeps his cool when this happens. If I were him, I would've already drop kicked one of this motherfuckers asses for even bringing up my mum.

I felt a light yank and realized we had reached the car, my dad climbing in first and me right after, the door slamming shut and the outside world was finally muted.

I blew air from my mouth and looked over to my dad who was looking outside the tinted window with a crease in his brow. People outside were in hysterics—pounding the glass and continuing to ask meaningless questions that they knew we couldn't hear. "Where too Mr. Tomlinson?" Our driver—Nick asked. "Home." My dad's soft voice answered as he looked back down at his lap.

I suppose my dad feels bad for making his world my world. For bringing me into the spotlight when he tried his very best not too for 12 glorious years. But here I am, stuck in England with a father I barely talk too because I never see him. He had finally taken full custody of my after my mum went a bit crazy. My mum—Briana Jungwirth, is a model and is always referred to as a bitch by my father when he doesn't think I'm listening.

Moving to the UK is definitely the biggest change that has ever happened to me. No more sunny skies and perfect warm weather with beaches and hot girls back in Malibu, but now in cold rainy London where everything is older than my last history teacher, which is saying a lot.

"I'm meeting Liam tonight at the bar, wanna come?" My dad asked me without looking up. "I'm 13, dad."
My dad finally looked at me, blue eyes clearer than the gulf. "Hm should be fine, lad I'm not even gonna drink." I crossed my arms. "That's what you said last time but you ended up pissed on the floor of our lounge."

My dad rolled his eyes and put his attention back on his phone. "Alright how about we go to the cinema then? Liam loves action films just like you." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Yeah ok. Will Bear be there?"

My dad shrugged his shoulders as he finally turned off his phone and leaned back into the leather seating.

"I'll ask Payno but he could be at his mum's tonight. You want to ask Doris or Ernie?"

I scrunched up my face at the mention of my "aunt" and "uncle" who are just a year older. "Nah I'll pass."
My dad chuckled to himself. "Ok then we'll leave at around 21:30."

• • •

Right when we got through security and pulled up the driveway, I opened the door and jumped out. "You're gonna break your neck if you keep doing that." My dad said, coming up behind me and unlocking the door. I shrugged my shoulders and ran up the stairs to the confinements of my room.

"Freddie son I need you to be ready in two hours, don't do anything stupid while I'm out." My dad hollered from the down stairs of our unnecessarily large home. "Yeah." I shouted back, my attention focused on the game. Usually my dad and I will play this when he's not busy. He's pretty good at FIFA, saying this is all he and the 'lads' used to play when they had free days.

Before I was even born, my father was in a boyband. Still sounds crazy to me to this day. My dad—football loving, beer drinking, Adidas wearing dad, was in a boyband. He doesn't really talk about it much, only giving minor details about the adventures he had with his four best friends. I know better though. One Direction was my dad's life. He loved every second of it—well maybe not every second but you get the gist.
He only really talks to Liam and Niall though. Never talks about Zayn or his ex-bestie Harry Styles, whom my dad always gets angry about for some odd reason.

Liam's son, Bear, is my best friend which is pretty ironic but also I'm pretty sure that our dads' forced us to be good friends. I'm not complaining though. Liam would bring him to America when I still lived there with my mum and we would always play and get along with each other nicely, even when he had to leave a few days later to go back home and I wouldn't see him in another month.

But now that we live in the same country, we get to hang out all the time. We don't go to the same school but our dad's like to hang out on the weekends so we usually see each other then.

Me: You coming to the movies tonight?:9

Bear: I'll try mate but my mum's being a bit rash with me at the moment:()

Me: Oi what'd you do this time

Bear: Who knows she always talks shit:3

I couldn't help but smile when I read that last text, rolling my eyes while doing so. Bear's mum is probably the strictest woman you will ever meet. Has a look that kills and would beat your ass if you so as dare say arse in her presence.

In some weird way I kind of miss having that. A mum who cares about me. My mum was never really a mum to begin with, had my grandmother take care of me most of the time when I was young while she went off with her bitchy friends. She only actually showed compassion for me in the endless amount of Instagram posts she would put up on her feed with the stupidest captions. Yeah I don't really miss that but I miss grandma a shit ton. She was the one who raised me—took me to school, made me crappy lunches in the morning, took me to football games on Saturdays. I miss having a...maternal presence if that's what you would call it.

I mean my dad's ex-girl friend Eleanor was proper nice to me, treated me well and never showed that she didn't care for me...well not to my face at least. But then they broke up for like the sixth time so I probably won't be seeing her for good three months.

The other team scored and that's when I took my headpiece off and threw it on the ground. I'm better at COD anyway.

"Bruce! Clifford!" My voice echoed through the empty house as I padded down the stairs and into the lounge. Both dogs looked up and at me from their beds and Bruce immediately jumped up to greet me, Clifford on his tail.

I smiled when Bruce jumped up, standing on his hind legs and licked my face. Quite tall he is. "Bruce stop." I laughed as I tried to dodge his tongue. "Need to take you boys out don't I?" Clifford twirled in a small circle and barked. "Alright alright lemme get the leashes."

As the two doodles literally dragged me across the yard, I received a text from grandma.

G-Ma: Early in the morning here but I just had to text my lovely Freddie. How's school going sweetie?

I barely had time to even smile at the text before I was yanked forward by the leash attached to my wrist, Bruce practically dragging me across the grass as he chased God knows what.

"Bruce!" I grumbled dusting off my pants.

• • •

"Alright lad you ready?" My dad's voice sounded from the down stair. I didn't even know he was home—must of been the zombies trying to rip off my face. I threw on a sweatshirt—a Nike one mind you, and raced downstairs to where my dad was waiting in a jacket and clad in black jeans. "Ready?" He sounded tired but he still smiled when he saw me looking at him. "Yeah let's go."

"Bear coming?"

"Ah I don't know he sounded like he was in trouble with his mum." I explained looking at my dad who was for once, not on his phone.

He hummed absentmindedly.

"Sounds like Bear."

He was quiet for a beat and then broke the silence with a hushed "Talk to your mum recently?"

I shook my head, frowning a bit at my reflection in the window.

"She hasn't contacted me."

My dad pursed his lips. "Maybe you should."

I knit my eyebrows together incredulously.

"What? Why do you care if I talk to her or not?"

My dad squinted at me, indicating I was making him short. "I care because she is your mother. It's good to have a good relationship with one."

I crossed my arms over my chest and glared out the window. "Whatever I don't want to talk to her."

"Why not?" My dad pressed only making me angrier.

"Why should you even give a damn, dad? It's not like you care about her well being!"

My dad said nothing for a while. "I care about yours, Freddie so of course I would want you to have a stable relationship with your mother."

"Whatever." I huffed.

As much as my dad hates my mum's guts, he still makes it a priority that I must call her once a week to check in on her. I have no idea why but I sure as hell know that it's not because he still has the hots for her. No siree.

He lost his mum maybe a few months after I was born to cancer. He talks about her like she was some angel so I got an idea that he has a soft spot for all mothers out there since he doesn't have his anymore.

"We're here." My dad's voice cut me out of my thoughts about..him. He had a sad expression on his face that was usually adorned with a cheeky smile that still had girls weak at the knees even after all these years. He still plays music but he prefers his job as a judge rather the contestant.

The tension was awkward as we walked into the buttery smelling lobby with flashing lights and gaming systems' theme music playing. I locked eyes with a certain boy with dark brown eyes and my mood immediately skyrocketed. "Bear!"
He smiled at me shaking my hand. "Fredster where've you been?" I rolled my eyes. "The real question is where have you been. Thought you were dead, mate." Bear rolled his eyes but with a smile. "Nah, dad somehow convinced my mum that I could come so thank Jesus I'm not with her and her janky boyfriend. Where's your dad?"

I shrugged looking around until I saw him next to none other than Liam Payne, towering over my dad with his height but my dad didn't seem to care. Unlike him, my height bothered me. Too short for my age and to play basketball with my friends. I don't know how my dad lives with it everyday.

"Freddie Son!" Liam embraced me into a bone-crushing hug that had me gasping for air when he finally let go. My dad smirking smugly at me and Bear laughing at my messed up my curly hair.
"Damn hairs' getting curly innit?" Liam ruffled my hair and I slapped his hand away. "Stop it!" Liam laughed and I couldn't help but smile because his laugh is so contagious. "No but seriously, reminds me of Harry when he was—" My dad cleared his throat abruptly and turned towards Bear and I. "What movie do you lads want to see?"

The movie we decided to see was some futuristic film I don't remember the name of. Once we got seated and relaxed, I looked around seeing if there were anyone I would know. This theater has to be the nicest in London, only celebrities are allowed so that can watch a film like a normal person would. Bear was happily munching on popcorn and slurping unnecessarily loudly when he sipped his drink but I didn't mind because I'm pretty used to it.

"You know who's in this one?" Liam whispered, directed to my dad who sat cooly with his hands clasped over his stomach. He hummed.

"I'm pretty sure Harry's in this one, got one of the main parts and everything, pretty cool."

I watched my dad's face like I always do when Harry Styles is mentioned in his presence. His eyebrows furrowed slightly and his frowns. I saw him swallow—sort of a nervous tick for him I've noticed, and ran a hand through his cropped hair. "Good."

My dad had been a man of few words ever since I was born apparently. He used to be flamboyant and would talk one's head off in an interview but now...he just doesn't really let any emotions through.

Niall always tries to assure me that it wasn't me who caused my father to be so quiet. That he just grew up and stresses about his job but I don't believe him. I've seen my dad in old interviews. Him being so sassy and charming and just...happy.

I mean I know I wasn't supposed to happen. Social media has made that quite clear but I still feel bad about it all..if I wasn't born, maybe dad would be more happy and not so sad all the time.

Ok that was extremely depressing. I spend too much time with Ernie. I shook my head and looked ahead at the screen, unsettled and not exactly there. I'm the reason my dad is so miserable.

Hello my darlings!
Excited about this new fic. Super pumped to see what you all think.

Question of the chapter:
Is Freddie's mentality the result of his actions towards the ones he loves?

Word count: 2413