Chapter 8

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Louis was restless, his stomach aching and his body chilled. For the last two nights, he had been sick. He wished he had just stayed him instead of being dragged to the vacation house. He groaned a bit, sitting up in his bed and rubbing his eyes. The eight year old called out for his nanny, Elisha. There was no response. Looking out the window he could see it was still dark out. She was probably in bed.

He pulled his blanket around himself, padding out of his room and into the hall. Everything was dark and still.

"Elisha? . . . I don't feel good. Can you make me soup?" He called out as he crossed the hallway. "Or some juice? My throat hurts" He whined and opened the door to her room. He frowned as he discovered it empty.

His attention was drawn to strange noises further down the hall. He could see the light on from under his fathers office door. A feeling of apprehension hit the child. He wasn't sure why, but everything was telling him to go back to his bedroom.

"Dad?" Louis called. The boy frowned a bit and wiped his drippy nose, shuffling his feet down the hall. "Dad, I don't feel good." He explained, drawing the blanket tighter around himself.

"Dad?" He whimpered out as he pushed open the office door. His heart dropped into his stomach, his eyes going wide at the sight in front of him.

There was his dad, on top of his desk with his nanny.

Neither of them with clothes on.

Elisha gasped and hurried to cover herself. His dad pulled away charging at the door.

"Get out of here, you little shit! Close the door!" His father bellowed, red in the face. Louis whimpered and quickly closed the door, running back to his room and diving under his sheets.

~

Louis blinked and shook his head as he walked into the office, the image of his fathers naked body burned into his mind. Of course, this room wasn't his father's office anymore. It was just a spare bedroom. Still, memories seemed to sink back into Louis' brain the more he traversed the beach house.

"Louis?" He could hear Liam calling from him in the living room. Louis stopped what he was doing, heading back out into the hall and to the living room.

"What?" He asked, trying to seem a little more upbeat. After all this trip was supposed to be fun. He was the one who had suggested to use the beach house when Liam got his vacation time. He couldn't be the one to ruin it.

"Have you seen the boys? I haven't heard any fighting or anything since we left the car and they aren't swimming." Liam said and frowned.

"They're probably with Harry." Louis said. "Let's check the master suite." He nodded towards the other hallway, leading Liam into the master bedroom.

"This place is bigger than I thought. I'm surprised you didn't get lost as a kid." Liam hummed as they walked through the house.

"Well, if my father had his way." Louis joked, chuckling a bit.

Liam did not laugh.

Soon enough they found the three hybrids, all curled up and napping together. Louis felt a little bubble of affection in his heart as he watched the three. They looked so peaceful. He noticed Harry shivering a bit.

"Did you turn the electricity onto this part of the house yet?" Liam asked, picking up Niall's wet shorts that were laying on the now wet carpet.

"Oh, shit." Louis said softly. "I'll go do that, the box is in the kitchen," Louis said and left, No wonder Harry was shivering. His blanket wasn't on. Louis located the switch for the master suite pretty quickly, flipping it on first, then focusing on the other tabs to get the rest of the house powered.

Louis checked the fridge and freezer to feel if they were on and getting cold. His gaze went up to the kitchen island in the middle of the room. More memories invading his mind.

~

Louis sat at the kitchen island, drinking a glass of juice. His mother was in the kitchen, preparing little sandwiches for her group of lady friends who came over every week. Louis wasn't sure what they did when they came over but he knew his mom always made a big deal about Louis washing up before they got there and staying out of the way once they arrived.

"Mom" The eight year old muttered, staring at his juice. He sniffled a bit and wiped his nose with his sleeve. His mother grimaced.

"Louis that is disgusting. Stop that right now. Use a tissue." She scolded, handing him a box of tissues while holding it as gingerly as she could. Louis frowned a bit and wiped his nose with his tissue,

"Mom-"

"If you're sick, then you need to stay in your room this afternoon. I don't need your gross little germs getting everywhere." She shook her head, making a face. Louis frowned more and took another drink,

"Where is that nanny of yours? I can't be expected to watch you all day. I have a life." She huffed. "Elisha!" She called. This had been the second or third time this morning she had called for her.

"I think she left, mom." Louis said, coughing into his hand. "Can you make me some soup?" He asked and frowned.

His mother grimaced once more. "I'm not coming near you when you're sick. I'll order something for you. Go to your room. I need to sanitize the whole kitchen now."

Louis got up and looked down, his gut feeling twisted and hard. "Mom, dad was doing stuff with Elisha. They were naked." He finally spoke up, picking at his fingers as he waited for his mothers reaction.

She stared at him, as if she were trying to find any sort of sign that her child was being dishonest.

"You lying little shit." She said finally, her face hardening. Louis' mouth fell open.

"But Mom I didn't-" She lunged forward and grabbed him by his ear - and a handful of his hair in the process, dragging him to the hall.

"You ungrateful little shit! After all that your father has done for us and now you want to go around spreading rumors?! I'm so sick of you!" She growled, shoving him into his room.

"I don't want to see you for the rest of the day! I can't deal with you! I should have never had kids!" She raged on, slamming the door so hard that a framed picture of Louis and his parents fell off his wall.

~

"Louis?" Louis practically jumped out of his skin as Liam reached out and touched his arm, bringing him back to reality.

"Hm?" Louis looked at him, forcing a neutral look on his face. By the look that Liam was giving Louis, it was clear that his best friend saw right through his bullshit.

"Lets go swim. We never get to hang out just us." Liam offered him a warm smile. "I know you want to get out of this house for a bit." He spoke without any air of judgement.

"What if the boys wake up?" Louis asked. Liam chuckled and shook his head.

"Trust me, Niall could find me even if I was TRYING to hide." Liam said. "C'mon. I'll race you to the beach." He wiggled his eyebrows.

Louis scoffed "You'd win because you never stop-"he pushed Liam backwards and bolted as quickly as he could out the side door and down the beach.

Liam laughed and raced after him.

When Louis got to the water first, he turned to see Liam jogging leisurely still part way up the sand.

"You let me win, you sap!" He panted a bit, a grin on his face.

"Prove it." Liam winked at him and pulled off his shirt. He wasted no time and ran into the water, diving under once he got waist deep.

Louis glanced back up at the house. He still felt a bit apprehensive, but he felt a lot better knowing that Liam was having fun. After all, the man deserved it.

"Get in the water, Louis before I drag you under" Liam called over the waves. Louis smiled and pushed his way into the water, splashing his best friend and letting his worries melt away.

For now.

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