baby babbles - Chapter 18: Chapter 18

Harry Styles was probly one of the brightest kids in his class. It often got him beat up and in all sorts of trouble. He had two older brother's Niall was 8 and Liam was 11 years old and they all went to the same school.
His daddies would always tell him how good he was at his school work and how proud they were of him. As the Christmas season rolled around Harry got more and more excited.
He often talked about Santa even being in kindergarten there were a lot of kids who didn't believe that Santa existed but his daddies said otherwise.
Today was a particularly d day. Harry was wearing a little Santa sweater that jingled and his little Santa hat. His teacher had told them to dress up and the curly haired little boy had gone all out.
Red jeans and a green sweater with a Santa hat and he looked adorable as he walked out of class and to recess. The teacher had given him the best dressed prize! He was eager he just wanted to show his brothers that he won.
"Hey Styles!" A kid screamed as he walked over. Derrick the school bully the one Harry got it the worst from was on his way over. Harry let out a small sniffle as he darted behind a tree.
"Leave me 'lone!" Harry shouted trying desperately to hide behind the tree and keep away from the bully he knew that something was coming.
He didn't want to get hit today, he didn't like having to explain to his daddies that he "fell" down or something along those lines. He could feel the tears well up as the bully grabbed his shirt.
"Stupid cowered!" The bully hissed as he grabbed Harry's sweater.
"I can't believe you still believe in Santa! Only fag's believe in Santa!" The older boy snarled and punched Harry across the face before beginning to rip at Harry's shirt. Harry immediately started to cry this was his favorite shirt.
"NO! Stop! Daddy gave me this!" he cried trying to force the older boy away from him.
"Please!" He cried as he hugged his arms to himself as he felt his nose begin to bleed.
"help!" he cried. And after what seemed like endless minutes of being beaten by the older kid a teacher rushed over.
"Oh Harry!" The teacher sighed as she grabbed the bully by the shirt and handing him off to the principle before picking up the wling five year old boy and gently cradling him close.
"let's go call your daddies ok?" Harry shook his head whimpering.
"No! but! They'll be upset!" He cried as he pressed his bleeding nose to the teachers shoulder trying not to sniffle because tears were running down his face at the awful things the kid had said.
"Shh, they won't be love, I'll call your brothers down to the office too ok?" She sighed softly as she got to the nurses office and set the five year old down calling both Niall and Liam to the nurses office and with in minutes the older siblings were in the room with the five year old.
"Hazza!" Niall cried as he got to the room a frown forming on his face as he saw the blood on the boy's face.
"Oh it's ok Hazza," Niall encouraged gently running his fingers through the little boys hairs.
"'m otay," Harry mumbled as he wiped at the blood on his nose. Liam frowned and gently pushed Harry's hand away from his face and pressed a cloth to the boys nose so it would stop bleeding.
"Harry!" Louis followed by Zayn rushed into the office a pissed off look on his face.
"PAPA!" Harry cried and Liam picked up the five year old carrying him over to Louis who quickly swept up the boy off his feet and into his arms. He gently rubbed his ck.
"Papa's got you," Louis murmured as he pressed his lips to the top of Harry's hair.
Liam frowned and looked at Zayn who looked completely pissed and was ripping into the principle for letting the kid get away with this so much.
Harry may not have been telling them what was going on but to them it was pretty obvious that something was going on.
"Papa, he said Santa's not really, he said I a fag, whatsa fag?" Harry cried into his papa's shoulder. Louis felt bile raise in his throat as he turned to glare at the small child who was standing next to the principle.
"Santa is real and don't you dare listen to any word he called you, he is just trying to upset you," Zayn snarled in the direction of the little boy.
"I want something done about this. Until something is done about this child. My children are being pulled from this school and I'll home school them," The raven haired male leaned down and picked up the 8 year old Niall and grabbed Liam's hand.
"You can't do that!" the principle cried softly. Trying to not lose some of his highest paying students in the private school.
"Screw you, I can and I will, I will not stand by while my child is repetitively bullied and called slurs because he has two dads," Zayn turned around and dared the principle to stop him as he made it out to the car with the boys.
That night after the kids had gone to bed Zayn and Louis were sitting around. They'd done Christmas lists and they were sitting in the shoes.
"I say for Christmas eve we do it all up. I'll dress up as an elf and you as Santa and we'll prove to him Santa's real and he's not wrong," Louis reasoned as he continued to comb through the sleeping Harry's curls lightly.
"I'm all for it be," Zayn smiled kissing the sleeping Niall's forehead.
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Two weeks later it was Christmas Eve and normally Harry was bouncing off the walls singing about Santa but not this year. The little boy's nose was still bruised and most of his bruises were finally healing but they still looked nasty.
"Santa's not comin is he daddy?" Harry had asked at Dinner tears beginning to stream down his face. Zayn swore he could feel himself getting angry with the innocence that kid had taken from his little harry.
"He's coming by I promise," Zayn hummed as he ran his fingers through the boys curls pressing a lip to his forehead. Harry just huffed and pushed the rest of his dinner around his plate.
"Santa's gonna come Hazza! He always comes!" Niall announced smiling up at Liam who let out a laugh and nodded trying to help reassure the heart broken five year old. Everyone believe in Santa in this house hold.
They had invited Louis' mother over to the house for Christmas eve dinner and her eyes were twinkling glad that the boys had found some way to make Harry feel better.
"Alright boys time for bed!" Johannah smiled as she ushered all the boys off towards bed. Zayn looked at his mother in law and smile thankful that she was putting them to bed.
Harry refused to go to sleep though he would just stare out the window even curled up to his Grandma.
When suddenly about two hours after he'd gone to bed there was a loud thud and a small 'ho ho ho'
"Gamma!" Harry cried as he shook Johannah. She blinked her eyes opened and picked up Harry. A small smirk on her face.
"let's go see if it's Santa ok?" She hummed and Harry nodded eagerly as they tip toed towards the stairs spotting 'Santa' and an Elf. Harry's whole spirit seemed to light up as he saw this.
"SANTA YOU ARE REAL!" Harry cried as he squirmed out of his grandma's arms and rushed down the stairs slamming into 'Santa's leg. Santa let out a small laugh and picked up Harry.
"Your daddy and I had a talk, he told me some one was being mean to you. So I brought you some extra presents this year for being so good," He hummed and Harry's eyes went wide and he gasped as he looked towards the elf.
"Really?!" The elf nodded and reached over pressing a small kiss to the little boy's forehead.
"Santa loves you little guy, He'll never let you down ok?" The elf who looked a lot like his papa promised and Harry nodded feeling tears build up in his eyes.
"I love you so much Santa," The little boy sniffled tears starting down his face. Santa sat down on the couch pushing the tears off the little boy's cheeks and kissing his forehead.
"I love you too; I'll leave a little special something with your daddies so that you can always remember I came ok?" Harry nodded,
"But for now I want you to go ck upstairs and go to sleep ok?" Harry sniffled and nodded again and pressed himself further into Santa.
"But Santa, I wanna be here wiff you," Harry mumbled sleepily as he curled against Santa's chest. The elf laughed and picked up the tired Harry.
"How about I hold you until you fall asleep and I'll catch up with Santa later," The elf suggested and Harry had already started to fall asleep against the tall elf that smelled much like his daddy he didn't care though because all that really mattered was Santa came for him.