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"We should have a family night. You know? With the board games and the popcorn. Like you see on TV." Harry suggests. Zayn and I look at each other. "Harry, as fun as that sounds, we can't just take off our jobs for that." I say. "Please? Just call in sick or something." Harry shrugs. "Both of us?" Zayn questions.

"I guess not..." Harry says. I chuckle a bit. "You know what? Let's do that actually. We haven't all spent enough time together." I agree. Harry smiles. "Yay. What about you Zayn? Will you please join us?" Harry begs. "But Haz, I'm not family." Zayn complains. "Well then we'll call it family and friend night." Harry says.

Zayn looks at me. I guess he was silently asking me if I agreed with him coming too. I smile and nodded my head, yes. Of course I want Zayn to come. He knows he's always welcome here. I look over at Louis. "Hey Lou, are you okay?" I ask. He shrugs. "I'm fine." He says. "Can I talk to you?" I ask Louis. I walk into the kitchen and sit down at the table.

"You've been acting weird Louis, what's up?" I question. "Nothing. It's just that some days, I miss her more than others." He answers. "Well it's always okay to miss someone." I agree. "I know.. Daddy, why didn't you tell me you had nightmares about me? Am I that ugly?"

"What? No, of course not baby. It's just that, I guess I think that your going to leave one night. Just walk out on all of us. And that scares me. I don't want to lose you Louis. Your like a son to me and- wait, no you are a son to me and I can't lose you." I answer.

He furrows his eyebrows. "Why would I leave?" He asks. "Because I feel like you hate me. Like, I'm nothing to you and you don't care about me." I say. "I could never, ever hate you. How could I? You bought me into your loving home when probably no one else would. You saved me. Your my hero."

-that night (game night)-

"I wanna be the green one!" Louis yells. I laugh. "Um, I'll be blue." I say. "Red!" Harry yells. "Aw c'mon guys. I'm left with yellow? You guys know I hate the colour yellow." Zayn complains. I shake my head. Right now, were all sat in a circle in the middle of the living room. "We'll see who goes first by.. Seeing who can guess closest to the number in my head. It's between 1 through 10 by the way." I say. "Um, 3." Harry says. "8." Louis guesses. "5." Zayn says.

"It was 10. So Louis, your first." I say. "Yay." He says. He rolls the dice and it lands on 3. He moves 3 places and lands on 'pick a card'. He picks a card and reads it aloud. "You must guess the person to your rights favourite colour."

Louis doesn't know his lefts and rights correctly, might I add.

"I don't know.. Who's on my right." Louis says. Harry laughs. "Idiot." He mumbles. "Harry Horan. That's a warning." I say. He groans. "Not my fault he can't tell the difference." Harry says, crossing his arms over his chest. "Are you guys fighting?" Zayn asks, before I can say something about what Harry just said.

"No."

"Yes." They say at the same time. I groan. This is useless. "You talk to Louis in the other room Zayn, I'll talk to Harry here." I say. Zayn nods his head and gets up, with Louis following. "Explain." I say as they leave. "Why does he get so jealous?" Harry asks, I shrug.

"Why don't you ask him instead of making fun of him?" I ask. "You don't understand. Louis is so caught up in his own world, that you can't even ask him a question about his life in general without him... Exploding. I can't seriously be the only person who's seen that lately." He says. "Okay, tell me why your really mad at him." I say. I know my son too well.

Honestly, Harry doesn't care about anyone's life but his, until it actually effects his future. "Well... I still have feelings for him daddy. And I remember once when you and Uncle Zayn fought and that bought you guys closer, so I thought it would bring Louis and I closer if we, ya know, fought." Harry says. "Haz... Sometimes it's better to just talk. Like were doing. Just talk it out. And if he still doesn't feel the same, it wasn't meant to be. And next time, don't do what I do because, daddy's an idiot." I say, smiling. He giggles and gets up.

"Where ya' going?" I question. "To talk to Louis." He says. "What about our game?" I ask, pointing to the unfinished board game. "Maybe later." He says. As he's about to close the door I call his name. "Harry! Wait, tell Zayn to come back in here. I guess I should start taking my own advice." I say. He nods his head.

Seconds later, Zayn comes in the room and sits across from me. "Harry said you-" he starts. I lean forward and kiss his lips softly. "I'm sorry." I say. "Sorry. I don't think I heard you. Can you do that again?" Zayn asks, smirking. I chuckle and shake my head, but kiss him again.

"I'm sorry Zayn. I'm sorry for getting pissed over nothing. Your in a very happy and loving relationship and I should be happy with you not upset with you." I say. "2 things. One, apology accepted. Two, me and Josh broke up last night." Zayn says. "Why?" I ask. "He's moving and I hate long distance relationships so..." Zayn says. "Well, I'm right here. Unless this is too far distance." I say.

"Was that your way of asking me out? Because if it was, that was very corny." Zayn says, chuckling. "What makes you think I'd ever ask you out?" I ask, smiling. "Maybe because you can't keep your filthy lips off of mine." He says. "Filthy huh? That's not what you were saying a couple of months ago." I say, kissing his lips again. "Your so na-" Zayn starts. But before he can finish Harry and Louis come in.

"How did it go guys? Did you talk it out?" I ask, wiping my lip. "Kinda." Louis says. "Why 'kinda'?" I question. "Well... There wasn't much talking." Harry says. "That's nice?" Zayn says, confused. I laugh. "C'mon guys, dinner time." I say.

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