Our Three Daddies (One Shots)

Chapter 105 Part 2

Around two hours later, Harry made his way into Liam's playroom.

"What's going through that head of yours baby?" Sir asked as he sat next to Liam, who was watching a movie.

"Shh, I'm watching a movie," Liam said not taking his eyes off of the screen.

"Let's try this again;" the dominant spoke as he turned the tv off, "what's going through that head of yours?"

"Why do you always have to bother me? Let me go back to watching the movie."

"Not until you talk to me or daddy."

Liam pouted as he turned away from his dominant, " I'm fine. Go away, let me be alone."

Harry realized he was going to get no where with the little right now. So he got up and walked out of the room.

"He is still in the same mood," Harry said as he sat down on the couch in the living room.

"What did he say?" Zayn asked.

"Nothing, besides telling me to leave him alone, I always bother him, and he wanted to watch his movie by himself."

"Since he's not causing any real trouble. We will just leave him be and if he needs or wants anything he knows where to find us."

"Sounds good to me," Harry responded as he laid back getting comfortable.

Zayn handed Harry the remote, "pick something to watch on Netflix while I go grab us some snacks."

"You are the snack," Harry mumbled as he scrolled through the movies on Netflix. Ultimately deciding on watching Snitch.

"I heard that," Zayn called out from the kitchen.

"Am I wrong?" Harry asked as Zayn walked back into the living room.

Zayn ignored him, instead situating himself in between Harry's legs with a bowl of popcorn.

"I believe I asked you a question pretty boy," Harry said as he grasped Zayn under his chin, forcing his head back so they could look at each other.

"I I don't know what you're talking about," Zayn responded while blushing.

"Oh really? Are you sure about that?" Harry ran his hand down Zayn's body, stopping right above the waistband of his sweats.

Zayn squirmed under the light touch of Harry's fingertips dancing along his exposed skin.

"I can do this all day babes," Harry taunted, slipping his fingers under the sweats.

Zayn opened his mouth to respond, but they were interrupted by their little running through the living room giggling. Harry quickly removed his hands from Zayn's body, as Zayn sat up. the bowl of popcorn clattering onto the floor.

"Fuck," Zayn whispered as he knelt on the floor to pick up the mess he made.

"Naughty language daddy!" The little shouted as he ran past again, this time with scissors, markers, paper and tape.

"No running with scissors," Harry called out after the little. "Wait;" The dominant got up, "Why do you have scissors!?"

Zayn finished cleaning up the mess he made, before joining Harry and Liam in the little's playroom.

"So what are the scissors for?" He asked as he entered the playroom.

Harry was just staring at the artwork the little made on the wall. Zayn following his gaze.

"I make art!"

"Yeah, you made art alright," daddy said as he stared at the colorful drawings on the wall. The sharpie discarded on the floor.