homeless [l.s.]

40

"dad! dad! dads! daddy!"

louis shot his eyes open, and he was greeted with hair.

turning around slightly, he processed that his face was in harry's hair and zayn was jumping on top of both of them.

"daddy! daddies! dad-"

louis sat up and swooped him in his arms, "be any louder? you'll wake up harry."

he turned to the sleeping figure, whose face was scrunching up due to the noise. louis put a hand on his head, and his face went back to normal.

"is there food here? what has harry been feeding you?" louis asked, standing up and padding over to the kitchen, his oversized clothes that all belonged to harry pooling at his feet.

"he gave me hard bread."

"hard bread?" louis reached for the cabinet.

"yeah, he called it 'totes'".

"do you mean toast?" louis pulled down a cereal box and a bowl.

"yes! toast. he put this red goopy stuff on it too."

"what type of red goopy stuff?" louis poured only a little bit of the cereal and reached for the fridge.

"i think he called it 'jan'."

"jam?"

"yeah! it was really good."

"how'd he make it?" louis asked, bringing the cereal to the table and plopping it down.

zayn ignored the question, instead he stared down at his cereal, "daddy, i think this is too much."

"really? how much toast did harry give you?"

"like half."

"one half?"

"yeah."

louis sighed, standing up and getting a spoon that he obviously forgot, "we can share. eat as much as you can."

zayn nodded, taking the spoon and scooping the milky substance into his mouth.

---

harry awoke to the sound of distant chatter, and when his brain started to properly function, he registered he was face-down in a pillow, the t.v. quietly playing in front of him.

he pushed his face up off the pillow, and looked over to where the noise was coming from. first he was blinded by the t.v., and once his eyes adjusted he focused on louis and zayn, who were planted peacefully next to each other, louis' hand resting on zayn's shoulder.

he groaned, dropping back into the pillow.

"harry? are you alright?"

he stuck his thumb up, and assumed the two went back to watching t.v. as they didn't talk again.

"daddy?"

"yes love?"

"can we go see uncle zayn?"

louis smiled, "yeah, yeah, of course we can. how come?"

"i dunno," zayn shrugged, turning back to the t.v., "i want to."

louis stayed silent, smiling to himself discretely. he looked towards the mantle, where all of harry's famous pictures stood tall and proud. his eyes fell on a small, 5 centimeter wide frame with a familiar piece of paper laying inside.

at the couch, harry rubbed his eyes and stood up slowly, pacing over to the kitchen.

"louis? did you make tea?"

"no, why?"

"the kettle is hot."

louis shrugged, "i didn't boil it."

harry turned his gaze to zayn, "so if louis didn't do it.. and i didn't do it.."

"i'm sorry!" zayn yelped, cowering in the couch cushion, "i wanted to see what it did!"

"that's very dangerous, zayn." harry said, now pouring out his lukewarm tea, "it's very hot and could burn you. and it hurts. trust me."

"i'm sorry, mr. harry.. it's just- me and daddy never had a keetle, and i-i wanted to see what it did!"

"i know, love, but just ask before you use something, okay? it's for your own safety." harry said, walking over and placing himself on the couch next to zayn, mussing his hair, "so, what are we watching?"

---

"harry? what's this?"

"what's what?"

"this." louis pointed at a circular looking object, inside of a square looking object. it felt like geometry all over again.

harry stood up from where he was tying his laces, "a record player."

"what the hell is that?"

"it plays records." harry smirked.

"shut the fuck up, dick. what does it do?"

"plays records-"

"harry!"

"okay, okay," harry chuckled slightly, "you put in a record, one of these things-" he slid out a record from his collection, "and slide it on top, like that."

"then what? does it just sit there?"

"no, it does this."

harry flipped a switch, and the record started spinning. he put some sort of needle looking thing on it and it started blaring out sound.

"what the fu-"

"cool, right?"

"yeah..no."

"what?! why?" harry stepped back, sounding offended.

"it sounds like something a grandma would have."

"it was my grandma's."

"exactly my point!"

harry stepped away, taking the cup of tea louis was holding which had gone cold, and poured it down the sink, washing it.

"hey, i wasn't done–"

"bitter sweet," harry walked up to louis, and towered over him, singing dramatically, his arms stretched out wide, "symphony! that's li-hy-fe..."

"thats what?"

"get in the car, you doof."

A/N

sorry for such a short boring chapter but writing this feels like a chore sorry not sorry im thinking of a big plot twist dont you worry and i didnt spellcheck it at all