Keeping Up With One Direction 2

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FORTY SIX : To Play or not to play

It had been a week since Harry Styles had called Gigi Hadid a bitch, and the news had run rampant with the story.

Unlike with the lawsuit, every TV in the house played a different news channel, Harry watching the fallout from every angle and different reporter.

Louis strolls into the living room and sees Liam snuggling on the floor with Harvey, he has his Papa's iPad in hand watching Bluey, he learned the day prior that he was not allowed to change the channel on the TV even if no one was watching it.

"Hi bubb," Louis calls greeting the dog as well with a kiss on the head, "Wanna play?" Louis offers, truthfully he is bored out of his mind and Ashton is on a family vacation, so he has to settle for Liam.

His younger brother glances at him, "No," and returns to his show.

"Lee!" Louis huffs, "P-play with me,"

"No," Liam repeats, "'tank you," he adds smiling to himself for remembering his manners. His Papa would be so proud.

Louis glares at the boy crossing his arms, "We-we play with y-your trucks?" Louis suggests, while he didn't fully understand Liam's love for the toy, he'd be willing to learn if it meant he'd get some interaction from him.

"No," Liam mumbles turning the volume up on the iPad.

Louis falls back onto the floor with a groan, Max is napping so he can't pester him, Harry is being Harry, Niall has gone golfing, and Zayn... Louis snaps his head up, he doesn't know where Zayn is.

"Fine," he remarks rising from the floor, "W-watch 'y-ya show, I-I'm gonna find Papa," Louis announces adjusting his shirt to look presentable, Liam rolls his eyes adjusting the volume once more hoping Louis would take the hint, "Kay," he mumbles, he could never get any peace in the house.

Louis climbs the stairs figuring Zayn would be in his parent's bedroom, pushing open the door it reveals Harry standing with a towel around his waist brushing his teeth, it looks as if he'd just taken a shower, "Daddy?"

Flinching, not expecting his son to be in the doorway, Harry almost drops his towel hurriedly turning toward him, "W-what Lou?"

"Is Papa in here?"

"No," Harry mutters adjusting his towel, he strolls to the door, "You shouldn't be either, Daddy's getting dressed. Out,"

Louis huffs pulling the door closed behind him. While he didn't figure Harry would play with him, not that Louis would've picked him as a playmate in the first place, he didn't like being ushered out of his bedroom either.

The oldest hybrid wasn't allowed to shoo his daddy from his bedroom, he didn't see why the roles could be reversed.

Nevertheless, he continues on, retreating downstairs he checks Zayn's office seeing even that room surprisingly empty.

Crossing to the middle of the room, he sighs seeing the desolate space. Had he gotten it wrong? Did Zayn announce he had plans today? Maybe he was meeting with the lawyers again. Lawyers! Louis gasps hurrying out of the office to the dining room, he passes Liam in the living room once more, "Hi Lee! Bye, Lee!"