Just One Little Favour

Seven

Poke, poke.

Bzz.... bzzzzz

Poke, poke, poke.

Bzzzz....bzzzzz....bzzzzz

Poke.

Louis groans, trying to swat the finger prodding into his shoulder away. "Joey, go watch TV or something," he grumbles, nosing the pillow.

Poke.

"I am!" Joey calls from the other side of the room.

Louis peers a sticky eye open, blurry from sleep. He can just about make out the green eyes and shape of plump lips, before closing his eyes again.

"It's time to wake up," Harry gently says in a sing-song voice.

"Piss off," Louis breathes out, nesting his arms under the pillow more.

"We got to go on adventures today," Harry continues, poking Louis' shoulder once more.

"What even is the time?"

"Like, just gone seven?"

Louis brings his leg out from under the covers, kicking it against Harry's thigh. "It's too bloody early."

"Breakfast ends at eight thirty," Harry points out.

"Then let me sleep until eight fifteen."

"Come on, uncle Loulou! It's breakfast time and I'm hungry!" Joe whines out, his voice getting closer.

"Let me sleep for an extra five minutes, the least."

Harry sighs, defeated. Louis grins in victory.

Fucking bliss.

"Come on, Joe, shall we go watch Scooby Doo?" Harry asks, their voices getting a little further away.

"Spongebob!" Joe yells persistently.

Louis feels himself drifting off again, content, when.

Bzzz.....bzzzzzzz

"Uncle Loulou, I'm hungry," Joe whines out.

Louis groans, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "You'd have thought a holiday would get me lay ins, but no, they give the complete bloody opposite," he mutters, throwing the covers off his body.

He grabs his phone, the device vibrating against the tiny oak table beside the double bed. Seeing who's been calling him, and the amount of messages he's got, instantly wakens him up further.

"Oh, shit!" he exclaims, hands frantic against the screen. "Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck."

He rushes to the bathroom, locking the door, hitting his head against it. He clicks the call button, bringing it up to his ear.

It doesn't even take one full ring before they answer.

"Where in God's name are you?" Lottie bellows down the phone. "Have you any idea how worried sick we've been? You were asked to help him to bed, Louis, not to fucking kidnap him!"

Louis pinches the bridge of his nose, breathing deeply. "Okay, calm your tits. Joey is fine! We both are. Just took him on a little get away for the weekend, we will be back Monday."

"Louis, you could've told us before running off with my child! We have the bleeding police involved! Any idea how scary that is?" Her voice rises with each syllable, making Louis wince.

"I'm sorry. They're not going to lock me up, are they?" A wave of anxiety sloshes through his body, making his legs go slightly weak.

There's a sigh on the other end. "No. I'll tell them you're safe and it was a big misunderstanding. Jesus, Louis, you really need to think before you do. I hate you sometimes, you know that? You stress me out so much!"