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zayn is fuming. not only did their plans for the night get ruined and made them have to return home earlier than they planned, but when they do come home, they come to see their house filled with people and music blasting so loud he's sure anyone from miles away can hear it. he knows that his kids are mischievous, but to throw a party like this behind his back and think they can get away with it? well, zayn has another thing coming for them.

liam's eyes widen when they pull into the drive way and see a shit ton of people in their backyard, as well as in the pool. his eyes nearly pop out of his head. oh, he could faint just thinking about all of these people invading their house. zayn is quick to turn off the car, and get out, marching over to the front door. he doesn't know who's bright idea this was, but he's going to make them regret it for the rest of their natural born lives.

right after he kicks all of these people out of his fucking house. when he enters his home, he immediately starts looking around to see if he can spot one of his own, but he can't see fucking anything over all the teenagers crammed inside the living area. zayn can feel his very blood boil at the sight of them treating his home like it's a jungle, no different from wild animals out in the wilderness. this didn't make no sense, it's absolutely ridiculous. no house should have this many people in it, no matter how big it was. zayn's surprised no one has passed out from how stuffy and crammed it is in here.

he forces his way through the crowd—a few fan girls gasping and screaming when they notice him come through and attempting to get closer to him, calling out his name and squealing. zayn clenches his jaw tightly, this is the last thing he deals with. as much as he loves his fans, he has other priorities he needs to deal with right now and frankly he's not in the mood to deal with them screaming in his ear. zayn is only human after all, he's allowed to feel this way sometimes.

plus, he has to deal with his kids who are in a lot of trouble right now, and someone's ass is about to be sore here in a minute. so zayn makes his way straight towards where the music is coming from, before yanking the cord where the stereo is plugged up out of the socket. the loud music instantly cuts off. at that, all the party goers starts to complain about the music stopping, but when they turn to see who the culprit is- their eyes land on zayn's stone cold expression and realization hits them.

"party is over, i need everyone to get the hell out of my house right now." zayn announces, not caring how rude he sounded. this was his house damn it, and these insolent teens were treating it like some kind of nightclub. not to mention it was overpopulated. he needed these people out right now. at first everyone just stood there staring at him in shock. zayn growls, balling his hand into a fist. "OUT."

at that, everyone starts towards the door to exit the house in a hurry, pushing one another as they do so. meanwhile, zayn searches through all the people to look for his own teenagers. after a few of them clear out, he can finally spot them standing further out in the backyard and his gaze hardens. zayn doesn't waste another second as he storms over to them.

"i'm about to whoop all of your asses." zayn hisses as he stops in front of them, a death glare locked on them. harry immediately bursts into tears and latches himself onto zayn.

"daddy!" he cries. zayn instinctively hooks an arm under the curly haired boy's butt so that he wouldn't fall down. he nuzzled his face into the crook of zayn's neck. zayn narrows his eyes.

"harry." zayn warns. he knows the boy has a habit of sucking up to him in orde to get himself out of trouble, but after a moment he can feel harry trembling slightly and how tense he is. he can feel how distressed the teen actually was, which makes him frown. he turns his attention back to the oldest.

"d-dad i can explain-" louis starts before cutting himself off as zayn's head snaps over to him with a harsh glare.

"explain what? why all those fucking people were in my house? why you reek of marijuana? or the fucking mess in and outside the house?" he hisses. "there's no need for an explanation, i can clearly see what happened here. there's no avoiding this ass whooping you're about to receive, so don't try." zayn deadpans. louis swallows thickly.

"but dad, i had nothing to do with this. i told louis not to go through with it, but he didn't listen to me." niall pipes in. zayn looks at him with narrowed eyes.

"if that's the case then you should've called me, but you let it continue on. i put you in charge, so i'm still holding you accountable." zayn tells him sternly, anger and irritation held in his tone. niall clicks his tongue in annoyance, and then glares at louis because this was all his fault, him and his shitty party. "niall, clean all this shit up, i want this house sparkling before the night is over and louis, take your ass to your room, because you're about to learn a thing or two about going behind my back and pulling a stunt like this."

louis hangs his head before taking off to his room, while niall huffs and puffs, stomping off. zayn pats harry's back to get his attention. the brunette pulls away and looks into zayn's eyes with big green puppy eyes.

"harry."

"i didn't do anything daddy. lou was being mean and threatened me into not telling, i'm the victim daddy." harry pouts, signature big doe eyes. zayn stares blankly at him for a moment, before chuckling softly.

"you're cute baby." he says, ruffling harry's hair. harry smiles weakly. zayn leans in and whispers in his ear. "go to your room for now, alright? i need to go deal with your brother."

"kay daddy." harry replies softly, lazily kissing zayn on the mouth. zayn places him back to his feet, patting his bum softly before harry goes off to find liam. zayn makes his way up to louis' room, removing his handy dandy belt as he does. then he wrenches the door open and closes it behind him once he's inside.

"dad-"

"i don't wanna hear it louis. there's no excuses. you've been doing so good lately staying out of trouble with the school and at home, but then you go and pull this shit? and on top of that you've got underaged kids in here drinking and smoking. not only is it illegal, but you're giving me a bad name as well because it's happening under my roof. unacceptable." zayn scolds.

"i-i'm sorry, i didn't-" louis' eyes widen. zayn storms over to him.

"i said i didn't want hear it!" he says as he brings the belt down on louis' upper thigh. the teen jolts at the impact, and tries to scramble away, but zayn grabs him back the leg and holds him in place before bringing it down again on his ass, and continues to do so for a couple rounds. louis cries out after each strike, squirming around and failing each attempt to escape the wrath of the belt. "you should've thought about that before you did something so stupid!" zayn yells, landing a final spank to louis' ass.

"i'm sorry!" louis shouts, groaning at his sore butt and thighs. he's trying his hardest not to cry but the stinging on his skin makes his eyes water and he can't help but moan and groan in pain.

"yeah, i know you are now." zayn replies. "now get up, you're gonna go and help your brother clean up that fucking mess down there because it don't make no sense for my house to look like that. and you're grounded until i say you're not anymore. i don't wanna hear no excuses and no complaints."

louis huffs and puffs, getting off the bed before running out of the room in a rush. zayn runs a hand through his hair with a sigh. as much as he loves his three kids, they sure do love getting into trouble and doing crazy things when no one's watching. and now that the summer break is here, he can already feel the amount of trouble they're going to find themselves in.

he's definitely not ready for it.

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hope it wasn't too bad. lmao, being the favorite child is awesome hm? i cant relate tho, i'm useless middle child 🥲

anyways eeepppp, i have such a good idea for what to write next hehe. 🌚

til next time, i love y'all x