Keeping Up With One Direction 2

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"I'm sorry you're so upset," Harry hums combing his fingers through Max's hair that morning, the youngest Stylin sits in his highchair facing the man with tears cascading down his cheeks, his heartwrenching sobs having stalled momentarily.

Lowering himself to peer into the oceanic eyes his baby wears so delicately, Harry mocks his pout with a coo, "Even when you're throwing a fit you're still adorable," While he knew his older babies wouldn't have been allowed to have tantrums and throw fits as much as Max does, he can't help himself to be as stern, this was his last baby. He wanted to soak in all the moments, even the tough ones.

Louis however found his daddy's logic flawed as he stormed in his hands covering his fluffy ears, "Why?!" he demands eyes glaring at his younger brother, Harry rolls his eyes removing Louis' hands from his ears, "He's sad this morning," 

"Why sad?" Louis presses on glancing at the baby, he literally didn't do anything what the heck did he have to be sad about? Louis was the one that had to help his Papa clean his car out that morning.

It was punishment for telling Harry to go fuck himself, but still, Louis didn't want do to it, and no one saw him crying about it.

At least not that morning.

"Are you ready to help Papa?" Harry asks grabbing the bucket from under the sink, the parents cars had never been so clean due to Louis' recent foul mouth and the occasional slip up from Liam when his mouth spoke before his mind did. Both older hybrids had picked up the nasty habit of "no-no" words.

While the original threat was to wash their mouths out with soap, it only took Liam purposefully dropping the f bomb to realize he liked the taste of soap and clearly wanted an excuse to eat it.

It was yet another thing added to Liam's list of oddness that none of the fathers truly wanted to touch just yet.

"No," Louis mutters rolling his eyes seeing Zayn enter sliding a hat on his head, "C'mon Lou the sun is shining," 

"Wh-why Lee no help?!" Louis complains about not seeing his younger brother, after all, there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell Liam would allow Louis to spend the day with Zayn (punishment or not) without interjecting.

Many times has Liam joined the car cleaning service, or the weeds-pulling punishment because he'd be damned if Louis got to have Zayn all to himself.

"Asleep, let's go," Zayn retorts grabbing the boy's hand, he looks to the youngest one who continues to sob softly into his hands, "What's Maxie's problem?" Zayn asks leading Louis to the backdoor, "We're just not very happy this morning," Harry admits, "Woke up grumpy," 

The Papa raises an eyebrow at the excuse, "And?" Thinking there had to be more, the Papa rolls his eyes at Harry weak, "That's it," Lifting the boy from the chair he sits him on his hip, "Looks like we're all on cleaning duty-"

"Zayn-!" Harry scolds trailing his husband outside, "He-he didn't do any-" Before he can further defend the boy Max's cries have all silenced, he sits contetly in his Papa's arms watching a squirrel run across the yard, he giggles at Louis turning the hose on struggling to get the end of it in the bucket soaking himself and his innocent daddy in the process.

Dropping the sponge back into the bucket, Liam giggles at the suds that bounce onto the ground, "Bubbles," Liam mumbles scooping some into his hands and blowing them toward Louis with a squeal, the older hybrid rolls his eyes, "Lee no! I-I just 'ashed that spot!" He'd washed and sprayed Zayn's truck down five times at this point, there wasn't a spot he'd missed, yet every time he turns pleading to be done he was met with the same response from his Papa, "Doesn't look clean to me,"