We MaDe It

17.

      dedicated to icantbedoingthis

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It was late in the evening, happy vibes reverberated amongst the Style's household. Perhaps that was to do with Niall's return, completing them. He had always been part of the furniture so to speak. The boys Elijah, Mason and Jackson were back, playing video games in Elijah's room. Zayn was on the phone catching up with his parents, and sisters. He was sat out in the gazebo.

Lately he's been sneaking to smoke one cigarette every other day. With only a matter of time before Harry notices he was enjoying puffing away in the dark until then. Harry was none the wiser of the unhealthy habit, unwinding in the lounge with Niall, watching golf on TV.

As for the rest of Style's, Yasmeen wasn't kidding about learning to cook. Her and Mary were in the kitchen busy making homemade pizza and watching telenovela, while her sisters were playing dress up with Leo and Alfie as models. Louis went home, Sebastian with him, and Liam was still out on his visit to Cheryl.

If anyone had to disturb the peace it had to be Elijah. Harry grunted seeing his son enter the lounge, walking legs far apart like a cowboy that's been riding bulls all days.

"What's wrong with you ?" He grumpily asked.

"I need you to look at my balls." Elijah said coming to stand infront of Harry, tugging at the waistband of his sweats.

"Elijah, don't you bloody flash me, I'm warning you." Harry said firmly.

"I'm not going to flash you, daddy. They're hurting. I need your advice." Elijah whined.

"Then go to your Baba, he'll know what to do."

"Baba will freak out, take me to the doctors..or worse the hospital. I don't want anyone looking at my balls-"

"Can you stop with that word? Step back I need to sit up-" Harry sat up, unhappy at being disturbed. "I'm surprised you haven't searched Google for answers."

"This is starting to feel like a rejection, father. As your oldest son. Your future heir. The one to keep the family name Styles alive, I would've thought you'd regard it as a matter of urgency if my balls are in distress-"

"Stop saying balls, Elijah." Harry scolded.

"Balls versus testicles. Your pick, daddy. Both words sound weird. I am happy to stick by the biology term and call them testicles, but that sounds weirder-"

"I get it, I get it. Just tell me what's wrong with them." Harry groaned.

"I told you daddy, my balls are painful."

"Get some painkillers that'll sort that out for you. If that doesn't work, go to your Baba. And stop saying the word, Elijah."

"Why don't you call them nuts?" Niall suggested. "That's a universal word for balls, isn't it?"

"Uncle Ni, can look at them for me?" Elijah asked.

"Niall is not going to do no such thing, Elijah." Harry interjected before Niall could answer. "Fine show me. Niall look away."

"You could go somewhere else. You have a house full of kids who'll just pop in any minute--" Niall glanced up as on cue Mason walked in. "Oh, look at that. One just popped up. Five more to go."

"Have you shown him yet, Eli?" Mason asked taking a seat next to Harry.

Harry looked at Mason wanting to be spared the task of looking at Elijah cahooners, "You've seen them, Mase? Save my eyes and tell me what they look like, please son?"