Keeping Up With One Direction 2

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"y-you's be gone soon," Louis hums teasingly, he stands staring directly into the camera, even after being told repeatedly not to stare into the lens, Louis couldn't help but smirk as his eyes locked on the target for the day.

The man grunts, moving the camera, and Louis giggles, "Bye bye," after hearing the news that this would be the last season of the show, Louis had made it his mission to ruin every bit of footage he could.

He didn't always hate the cameras, but when he saw one follow his daddy into the kitchen last week when he started crying, Louis had seen enough.

It didn't take long for him to realize just how different things had been since the word "sue" had entered the house.

His Daddy cried all the time, his Baba went golfing more, and his Papa stayed in the dining room with people.

Louis felt like the only time he got to see his parents together was whenever he snuck into their bed at 2 AM. Knowing his daddy wouldn't find out, Louis had started setting his alarm early so he could remember to wake up and get a chance to snuggle with his parents.

Occasionally he'd stop on the way and wake Liam up if the boy wasn't already in his bed, but sometimes he'd just leave the kid to sleep. It was always easier just dragging himself into his parent's bed.

"Louis stop provoking the cameras," Zayn snapped sticking his head around the corner where his eldest son stood in the living room, "Papa," Louis mewls, he glares in passing at the cameraman that had snitched on him, "Not now Lou, go play with Liam," Zayn commands ruffling said boys name in passing.

Liam huffs now clearly having been kicked out of the dining room where he'd been hiding under the table by his Papa. He trailed him when he heard the producer of the show enter asking Zayn to correct Louis, not realizing when he crawled out from the table he'd be giving up his spot for good.

Sometimes seeing Louis get yelled at wasn't worth it. Other times it was. 

Louis furrows his eyebrows meeting his brother's chocolate orbs, "'ere you be?"

"T-table," Liam admits glumly watching his Papa return without him into the room of vultures the daddies called "lawyers."

The day had rolled to noon when Louis stands from the tower of blocks he'd built with Liam, "I bored,"

"too," Liam agrees, he knocks down the tower raising an eyebrow, "W-we's go see baba?"

"Baba 'pwayin golf," Louis reminds, pretending to be asleep at six that morning helped Louis be able to hear the plan of the day as the fathers talked.

Zayn said he'd be with his lawyers all day, Niall said he'd be playing golf, and Harry said he'd just be around.

Which recently meant if you didn't see him in the kitchen cooking, he was in his bedroom watching the news crying.

Dragging Liam upstairs Louis knocks on his parent's door wanting to give his father a fair warning before opening, he pauses when he hears the man sniffle with a small, "G-give dada a-a sec," he mumbles, Louis pushes the door open anyway, "Hi daddy," 

"He-hey boys," Harry calls wiping at his eyes and muting the TV, he returns to the bed patting it for his two monsters to join him, "Maxie is still napping, what are you two up to?"

"W-we's 'chekin o-on 'yous," Liam explains, he grabs his daddy's hand offering him a smile, he'd seen Zayn do it when the man was sad, and it almost always brought out a smile in return.