Keeping Up With One Direction 2

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"Where do our hands go?"

"side!" Liam squealed happily placing his hands dramatically by his sides, "And where do our eyes go?"

"To-to 'tha 'amera!" He chirps, "Very good! What does our mouth do when we look at the camera?" Rachel continues raising an eyebrow with a hinting smile, she flickers her gaze to the older Stylin hybrid who stares with his arms crossed over his chest, his own look boring into her - and his lips pressed firmly together.

"Louis? What do we do with our mouth when we look at the camera?"

He would not give this Rachel woman the satisfaction of knowing she taught him something. Louis refused.

He had been against this from the beginning, he was practically a professional when it came to posing for the camera. He's only been doing it for most of his life with his daddies anyway, he didn't need some Rachel woman who sang funny and tried to make jokes that no one (Louis) thought was funny.

A throat being cleared across the room followed by a stern glare made Louis reconsider his stance as he rolled his eyes lifting the corner of his lips in a mocking smile, "That's right!" Rachel cooed, "What is that called?"

"A smile!" Liam beamed, he stood with his hands by his sides, eyes focused on the lens, and a smile spread on his cheeks.

"It's perfect," Harry mumbled standing next to the photographer, "I tell 'ya, some kids need the extra help," the phrase that Harry assumed was said in a "told 'ya so" way innocently struck him where he didn't know it would, he took a step back as if wounded by the tone alone and much more the words as he cocked his head to the side in thought as to what the photographer had meant by the suddenly vulgar words, "Extra Help".

Bringing his bottom lip between his teeth in thought, he continues his steps backward until he's at Niall's side where the baba switched between watching the boys and speaking with his own manager for his solo tour that was due to start in the next month.

"Niall?" Harry calls softly glancing over his shoulder at the boys, he frowns seeing Liam's perfect stance once more in his line of vision, "Hey," the man returns meeting his worried emerald eyes, "What's happened? What did Louis do?"

"N-Nothing," the younger man assures, he rubs the back of his neck tearing his look away from Liam, "Is-isn't he cute?"

"These will be the best pictures yet, he does that awkward smile sometimes," he muses with a laugh, while that awkward smile was his favorite Liam smile, he knew the boy could do better when it was genuine and less forced.

Harry nods crossing his arms with a sigh, "It-It was that woman, sh-she made up a song that tells you w-where your hands and eyes go,"

"Lee responds well to that kind of stuff," Niall remarks glancing at his phone, "Does he?" Harry returns, "I-I mean you-you took him for ice cream and didn't know he hates cones and only wants chocolate-" Said in a less passive more aggressive tone than intended, Harry winces seeing Niall's face pull to a scowl, his deep inhale with a forced smile to his assistant asking silently to be left alone makes Harry wish he had a damn song to teach him the power of biting his tongue.

"What's your problem?" Niall asks abruptly, Harry scoffs running a hand through his hair, "I-I don't have one, I-I'm just saying that Liam is a normal kid-"

"No one here is negating that, I literally said he takes well with a certain teaching style. This isn't new, Haz, I-I mean the kid craves routine, one misstep his whole day is ruined-"

"That's not true! He-he does different things all the time, I-I mean-"

"Harry, what are you defending? I-I don't understand why you are so upset, there is nothing wrong with him liking structure and learning differently, some kids need a little extra-" Extra. Flinching when the word left Niall's tongue, Harry exhaled sharply meeting the icy eyes before him, "He does not need extra fucking help,"