We MaDe It

13.

"So, are you going to tell me what time Harry came home?"

Zayn looked at him brow raised while trying to be as calm as possible. Louis, besides, Harry was the only person who can read him. "What is it to you what time my husband came home?"

"Oh I see, the defensive cloth is on then which means this will get ugly. Beth, sweetheart," Louis turned his attention to his daughter cuddled in Zayn's arms. "Go and join the rest of them in the kitchen, and tell auntie Mary I said its okay for you to have a cookie, okay? Good girl." He said as she quickly detached herself from Zayn, climbed out of bed, running out of the room.

"She didn't need telling twice. Those cookies smell lovely from here." Zayn chuckled.

Ignoring the comment, Louis rolled onto his side, "Now back to you, Queen of aversion. That was a weak attempt at avoiding the question. Since you're asking what's it to me whether your bed partner was at home, well, you made it my business by texting me on the hour to inform me, worried, I might add, he wasn't home." Louis looked at him. "I warned you Harry shouldn't have left the house in that fuck-me suit. What time did he come home then?"

Zayn coughed, unnecessarily, buying himself to think about his answer, laughing when Louis moved away from him.

"Whatever you have, I don't want." Louis said placing a pillow between them.

"Shouldn't you have thought about that before asking your daughter to snuggle to me? She probably caught whatever I have by now. You know how virus spread, right?"

"Still not coming close to you, babe. So, spill. When did your baby daddy come home?"

"About the same time I stopped texting you."

"Interesting thing is, my Liam, on his way to his morning jog saw Harry's car arriving around five. You wanna revise your answer, babe?"

"I believe the answer you're seeking for is in that statement you've just said, babe. Your Liam saw Harry's car arrive. I'll say that again. He saw the car. Was Harry in the car? Let me provide you with an unrevised answer. No. Because his drunk arse was in bed snoring our bedroom down, and couldn't have driven the car. Tell your gossip man to check the facts next time before he go running his mouth. Had he done that, he'll have found out, when Harry wines and dines clients, he always has drivers bring his car home." Zayn said boldly, hoping he sounded convincing enough for Louis to drop the touchy subject.

"I would be offended at the direct attack at my man, if I didn't know you. Since I do, that was a fucking defensive answer and you know it."

"Defense is the best the form of attack. Your attempt to dispute the time Harry came home, feels like you are implying he was creeping. I'm offended by the attack on his dignity. And friend or foe, you won't be spared as I strike back. Got that? My husband is a gentleman and gets up to nothing but business. He got the Welker account in case you were interested."

"I already knew that, thanks. Harry had texted you to say he got it, isn't it-" Louis stopped talking to wave a hand dismissively in the air. "Okay confession time, my Liam didn't say that. I made it up, okay. God knows heaven would freeze Harry wouldn't creep even if that was the only way to save us all." Louis then chuckled at that "Drinking too much won't interfere with his meds, right?"

"As long he doesn't make drinking too much a habit, it's not a problem. The meds are maintenance drugs he needs to stay in remission. Alcohol is allowed in moderation." Zayn sighed in relief at the change in subject. "And you meant hell would freeze?"

"I mean what I said." Louis rolled onto his back, "I'm actually here to ask a favour on my aunt's behalf-"

"Which one?"