Forced Family 3

T H I R T E E N

"W-what room is this?" Annika asks pushing open the door, she had been begging for a tour of the house since her birthday party; while both fathers were hesitant this was another attempt to mask the house for a chance to escape, Liam eventually agreed that it would be okay.

"We're different," He remarks, "We're doing things differently," Liam repeats meeting his husband's weary eyes, Niall sighs crossing his arms, "Did you ever get any house tours?" Liam frowns shaking his head, "No, I spent two years in a house I'd only ever been in three rooms of. This is their house too,"

Liam frowns placing his hand on the knob, "This is daddy's office, you're not allowed in here," Annika continues ignoring his warning, "I love to read," she mumbles seeing the endless rows of books, her hands trail some of the shelves, "I do too," Liam adds scanning his own office from his view in the doorframe, his chocolate eyes roam the books until they see the shelf he'd dedicated to his Forced Family collection, he feels his mouth go dry as Annika stands close to it, not making mention of it, as she's digging through the books a shelf over, "Anna c'mon honey, this is just Daddy's place,"

Annika inhales deeply leaving the books, she places her hand in Liam's wanting to build trust with at least one of these men, "W-will you get me some books to read, please?"

Liam smiles forcing a nod, "Of course, anything particular?" Annika glances over her shoulder in the room, "Nothing about kidnapping," 

Groaning, Louis shifts from his laid-down position. For the first time in a long time, his back hurt. If the Malik's had one thing right, it was the perfect mattress. 

Bringing his hands to his face he wipes his eyes feeling the sun through a window beaming on his face, he squints as his eyes peel open taking in his new surroundings.

Dark blue walls fill his vision, cherry wood closest doors, a cracked mirror hanging on the front of it, he feels his chest tighten as his breathing quickens, his hands move from his face to the bed he laid on, shakily he feels the once familiar fabric beneath his hands.

Scanning the room in full, Louis has tears pricking his eyes, he's sitting in his old bedroom. The sun that peaked in through the window over his bed reveals everything as he had left it. Louis sobs bringing a hand to his chest, he's relieved to see it not trapped in a mitten as he stands from the bed, he glances at his outfit seeing sweatpants with a random tee.

Definitely not something Harry Malik would've dressed him in.

Patting his pants he also feels no thick nappy secured around him. There was no pacifier between his lips, no gray cat tucked next to him.

Had it all been a dream? 

Turning in the room, Louis feels lightheaded as tears trickled down his cheeks, he glances out the window seeing the tree he'd climbed down to take Liam to his basketball game that fateful day. 

Liam!

Snapping to reality Louis opens the bedroom door hurrying to Liam's across the hall he's about to turn the knob when he hears movement in the kitchen.

Fear lines his stomach, he swallows thickly past the burning lump in his throat, "H-Harry?" He steps closer to the stairs, the noise downstairs continuing, "Zayn?" Louis whimpers beginning to descend the steps, he wraps his arms around himself sniffling, "H-hello?" 

Freezing when the TV in the living room is turned on, Louis slides against the wall hiding in the shadows of the stairwell, his eyes flicker across the wall before him in the thought of what to do if he truly had dreamed his last four years of life and needed to think of a plan if Dean was downstairs waiting for him.

It's sudden when his eyes land on a picture frame, it was always there when he was growing up, but the picture had been changed. Updated.

In the old frame sat a new portrait of Louis, Liam, Harry, and Zayn all grinning like one big happy family. Tilting his head to the side, Louis almost felt relief that he wasn't crazy and didn't dream of being kidnapped, however, he still stood in his childhood home - meaning something wasn't right.

Wiping his cheeks, Louis continues downstairs into the kitchen where he had heard the noise, "Harry?"

Entering from the attached laundry room, Harry stands dressed in sweats smiling in greeting towards the boy, "Hey kiddo, ready for breakfast?"

Louis shakes his head stepping back from the man, "W-wh-what's going on?"

Harry raises an eyebrow gesturing to the cereal boxes on the counter, "It's your favorite," Zayn suddenly enters the room, Louis meeting the hazel eyes staring pleadingly into them, he would return to headspace, he'd do anything to leave the sudden house of hell he'd been returned too, "Morning kid," Grabbing himself a bowl down, Zayn pours cereal grabbing the gallon of milk, "He's here," He announces, Louis flinching at the unexpected words, "W-w-who?" he manages, Harry clears his throat, "Zayn and I are adopting, we've found the cutest little boy,"

Fear envelopes Louis as he stands across the room from the men that had taken over his life completely for the last four years, "N-no," he mumbles, "No, no, no, you-you can't-" Louis begins he's stepping away from the two heading toward the front door, pulling weakly on it he can't help but sob when it doesn't budge.

"L-Let-let me go!" he shrieks sliding to the floor pleading for this to all be a dream.

Reading the colorful book Liam had given her, Annika glances at her younger brother that's contently sitting in the swing his eyes entranced by the cartoons that played on TV. She can't help but smile seeing how happy he looked.

"T-Tommy?" she calls, Thomas snapping his earthy eyes to her forest ones, "I love you," she promises, Thomas giggles returning his look to the TV, a bear trapped in his hands.

Niall pokes his head in the room, "Everything good in here?" Annika flickers her stare to the man, "T-thank you for the book," Niall winks, "Daddy and I will get you anything, just ask," checking on Thomas before leaving, Annika settles back against the couch reading the pages once more feeling the slightest bit of normalcy since being kidnapped.

Staring out the window, Louis can't stop the tears that drip off his chin soaking his shirt. He'd sobbed until his throat hurt and Zayn threatened to punish him. Louis would be lying if he didn't feel a bit of relief at the threat, it was a sign of the old Zayn.

He remains in the sweatpants, already having an accident, yet sat in his own urine on his old couch not able to move from the window he'd spent the majority of his childhood staring out of.

The neighborhood hadn't changed much since he'd last seen it with Liam, the houses he'd grown up around had aged but mostly stayed the same boring colors and looked to be filled by the same people.

Harry suddenly enters the room, "I think you'll really like him-"

"W-why are you doing this?" Louis croaks, he snaps his look to the man, "What do you mean, kiddo?"

"D-d-Don't ca-call me that," the boy cries, he hated the new nickname, "Louis, I need you to be strong so you don't scare him-"

"Who is he?! Leave him alone!" He demands standing from the couch, the gray sweatpants he wore exposing his accident, Harry raises an eyebrow as he gestures to the boy, "Do you know where the toilet is?"

Louis' face crumbles at the question, he'd been wearing a fucking toilet for the last four years of his life, "I-I'm sorry," he sobs, "I-I'm so sorry, p-please-please don't ta-take him," Harry smirks extending his hand toward him, "Louis," he calls sweetly, "Why don't we go meet him? Then you can decide,"

Realizing this would be a chance to escape, and still be able to save the new kid, Louis sniffles nodding, he places his hand in Harry's, "O-okay,"

>Next update next week! All the love, Emma :)