Keeping Up With One Direction 2

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Tumbling down the stairs, Louis lands at the bottom without a word of pain as he stares horrified at his Papa that's at his side in seconds, the woman he was talking to rushing to his aid as well, Louis doesn't protest the help as he speaks through his silent tears, "We-we's 'ge-gettin a-a si-sister?"

Does Louis know everything? 

No.

Does Louis think he knows everything?

Not anymore.

To say Louis' plan failed wouldn't be entirely true, while Zayn didn't cuddle him, or Liam, the pictures never happened, and the woman left almost immediately.

However, that's only because Zayn raced upstairs to grab Liam so he could take Louis to the emergency room.

Cradling the arm he fell on to his chest, Louis sniffles weakly wiping at his eyes with his good hand, Liam sits next to his brother helping him dry his cheeks, he has his arm wrapped around Louis' waist holding him tightly, "Be 'otay," Liam promises switching between drying Louis' eyes and ruffling the boy's fluffy ears.

Zayn enters the room suddenly having stepped out to call Harry, his hazel eyes meeting Louis' oceanic orbs that well with fresh tears, the man shushes him raking his own hands through his hair soothingly, "It's not the end of the world if it's broken Bubba," he reminds, Louis sobs shaking his head, a broken arm was the literal last of his worries, while he would love another younger brother, Louis couldn't imagine having a little sister. He truly didn't want one.

His parents were stretched thin as is, especially with the lawsuit happening, the fact they wanted another child blew Louis' mind. It made him feel like the parents were starting over, Max and this new baby girl would be the two babies now. Like he and Liam were all those years ago.

The room had gone quiet, Liam almost asleep with his head in Louis' lap when the door opens the doctor stepped inside with an apologetic smile toward the younger ones, "What happened you two?"

Zayn freezes at the question he himself hadn't even thought to ask. What the fuck had happened? He narrows his gaze at his boys with a curious glare, while he was mostly concerned with Louis' arm, he did feel a sneaking suspicion it might not be hurt (or possibly broken) right now had the boy just listened to him and stayed in the playroom.

"W-we-we's 'pwayin a-and he-he's fall a-and g-go downstairs," Liam rushes sleepily wiping his eyes, Zayn face palms groaning at the kid, if there was one of his kids he knew absolutely could not lie, it was Liam. Every time the boy even tried it sounded beyond scripted and over-rehearsed. 

Louis also seems to notice his partner in crime wasn't the least bit convincing, he sighs knowing at some point he'd have to come clean and figures he was safe enough to not get it with a doctor in the room, "I-I," Louis pauses grabbing Liam's hand for support, "I-I's tried to-to r-roll downstairs t-to h-hurt 'self a-and then t-the wom-man s-say we-we's 'havin a-a baby s-s-" Zayn stops Louis before he could continue, "That's enough, we'll talk about it later. Is it broken?"

The doctor gently takes the arm in his own frowning, "won't know for sure without an X-ray, but I'd say it's highly likely." Zayn nods, "I'll get him down to Xray as soon as possible, sit tight." the Doctor reports exiting the room, Zayn pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh, "One day Louis you have to trust that Papa and Daddy and Baba know what's best for you, not you. You're the child when we tell you to stay in the playroom where should you be?!" he chastises, Louis sniffles at the yelling shrinking into himself, "I-in t-the-"