Keeping Up With One Direction 2

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Beach Vacation: Eye to Eye 

"No leesh!" Liam shrieks backing away from his Daddy that entered the room with his suitcase in hand.

Furrowing his eyebrows at the boy he frowns clearing his throat, "Who are you screaming at?"

"D-Dada," Liam mumbles softly meeting the piercing forest eyes, he starts to unfold from himself with a small inhale when he sees an empty bag meaning the man hadn't begun packing yet, "Are you allowed to scream at Dada?" Harry asks kneeling down and holding the eyesight of the hybrid, "No," Liam whines strategically placing his hands on his ears attempting to appear more like Max who never seemed to be in trouble.

Harry nods lifting his finger to his own lips, "In an inside voice, tell Dada what you said," Liam groans not wanting to repeat himself in the off chance Harry hadn't heard him, and then the leash would be forgotten about completely.

Harry who had heard what his son was saying all along seems to notice the stall as he nods rising once more grabbing Liam's wrist, "You fought with Max at breakfast, wouldn't eat the cereal you begged for, and now you're screaming at whomever you please, that's three strikes bud," Liam gasps at the phrasing lowering his hands to his backside hurriedly, he peers up pleadingly, "N-no, no leesh," Liam mutters softly, he's practically begging at this point as he's being led into the hallway towards Zayn's office, "No-no dada, no dada," Liam cries trying to dig his heels into the hardwood floor, Harry chuckling as he lifts him to his hip with a huff opening the office door,

"Special Delivery,"

Zayn turns from his computer screen, he has Louis on his lap helping the eldest with a cool down from the scene at breakfast, "Another one?"

"Set 'em straight Warden," Harry commands placing Liam on the floor with a slap to the backside, "go chat with Papa, c'mon Lou," Louis sniffles as tears well in his eyes, he had a feeling his punishment wasn't quite over yet as he'd only been given corner time and talking too, and he threw at least a level 8 fit.

Was it planned? Somewhat, Liam's meltdown took a little bit of Louis' attention away but he would appreciate the lesser punishment in case Liam wanted to take one for the team. It was hard work being a menace to your parents.

Zayn clears his throat seeing Liam off task, "that's another two minutes," gasping at the cruel add-on, Liam huffs pouting as he glares at the colors in his hand.

It was an idea from Carol, after Niall's breakdown and him admitting he was at his limit, Harry and Zayn both took on the brunt of the three boys leaving Niall the good moments for now and keeping him on light duty. This is when the "three-strike" rule came into play, each boy could have three strikes before punishment, and the consequences were a little less than average.

For instance, Liam instead of getting his rear-end handed to him for being the little devil he'd grown to be recent, was forced to color his Daddy an "I'm sorry," picture. Gruesome, right?

Well, when you're six and currently hate your daddy because he's the reason you're in trouble in the first place, the last thing you want to do is make an apology card.

Liam thought he had explained this, when here he sat, being forced to color on a sheet of paper for eight minutes. It is a rough life.

Louis' fate wasn't much better as he was enlisted to help pack for this sudden beach vacation the boys were told about during breakfast.

It was before Louis' epic fit and Liam's emotional outburst. Max kept to himself this morning like most, his only request was to be snuggled once finished.

He sits now next to Louis with one hand clutching his older brother's shirt, his other hand secured tightly around his growing ears, "Daddy?"

"Louis?" Harry returns poking his head in the room giving a hearty smile towards the attempted clothes folded in the suitcase, "How many shirts?"

"You tell me, we're going for five days, how many shirts?"

"Five!"

"Well no, sorry, that was a bad question," Harry muttered rubbing the back of his neck, "When you're packing you always take more. So I'd pack 10 at least, Liam's messy, right?" Louis giggles at the man, he didn't realize how bad at math he was, "Five no ten daddy," he muses, glancing at Max, "Daddy silly,"

Max giggles reaching a hand up towards Louis' bigger ears with wide eyes of awe, "Daddy?"

Harry hums in response re-folding the clothes Louis had packed, "Is Baba 'otay?" Feeling his heartbreak at the small question, Harry pauses from placing clothes in the case, he frowns chewing his bottom lip until he can feel both sets of oceanic eyes on him from his babies, "Y-yes," he inhales, "Yes, Baba is okay, he's just a little tired,"

Louis nods accepting the answer, "You 'ave sex to much?"

"Lewis!" Harry scolds face palming as the eldest hybrid laughs knowing exactly what he was doing to his poor daddy.

"Thirty seconds," Zayn announces watching his timer dwindle down as Liam slowly finishes his circle he had spent the last four minutes doodling, "It better say I am so sorry, Papa is the best most wonderful person on the planet, he's my favorite, I love my brothers, Louis AND Max, Papa is the greatest, so sorry, Dada," Finishing his speech Zayn proudly smiles when the timer ends, Liam jumping up relieved to be done, "Here," he mutters shoving the paper on Zayn's desk.

Tilting his head to the side seeing all the circles, he squints, "Yep, right there, Papa is the best, I see it. Thanks, Lee,"

"You's Welcome," he mumbles heading to the door to reclaim his honor as the good child, and also to make sure Max hasn't touched any of his toys.

Handing Max his red Power Ranger, his favorite one, Louis beams at the youngest brother that took it happily flying it around in the air as he had seen both of his brothers do all the time. Really the only few times Max played with them was building blocks or when they played cops and robbers, he was the bank teller that just sat there.

Mostly it gave Liam a chance to be mean to the boy, it was his idea after all to include him in the game.

Entering Louis' bedroom, Liam gasps seeing Max with the red ranger trapped in his sticky fingers, he runs over ripping it from his grasp, "No! Lou Lou's toys!" He growls, Louis jerking the ranger back from Liam with a glare, "I say he play 'wif it!" Liam scoffed, "I no play 'wif it!" He'd been brothers with Louis way before this new poser came into town, and all of a sudden Louis felt like sharing one of his most prized possessions?!

Liam feels his stomach twist in anger, his fingers twitch as they curl into a fist, Louis has since kneeled down talking sweetly to Max offering him the ranger once more trying to console him, "You's 'otay Maxie, you's otay,"

Remembering the sticky fingers on his new snakie, and his precious, most beloved snakie that rests in the garden, his ears burrow beneath his hair as he growls lowly drawing his fist back before launching it forward.

>I told you guys I'd update more!! I'm back baby! All the love, thank you guys for all the love on the chapter yesterday ~Emma :)