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Louis carsick - Niam

(Niall, Papa; Liam, Dad; Harry is 18; Zayn is 16; Louis is 15)

     "Right," Liam says loudly as he claps his hands.

The Payne-Horan family of five are standing just by the front door, bags and suitcases scattered around their feet, preparing to set off on an eight hour car journey to Cornwall.

"Are we ready? Got everything?" Liam continues. In an alternate universe, if he was maybe in a band with possibly four other guys, he'd definitely be assigned the role of being the Daddy of the group; the most responsible.

Niall goes to nod at the question, then stops and quickly runs into the kitchen, coming back out moments later with a fancy container filled with –

"Quiche! I almost forgot the Quiche," he exclaims, wiping a hand across his forehead and releasing a breath, much like a cartoon would.

"Okay. . ." Liam chuckles lightly at his husband's antics before turning to look at his three sons. "Boys, got everything? Chargers, water bottles, pants –"

Harry looks up from his phone screen, patting his father feebly on the shoulder. "Yes, Dad. We went through this two nights ago when you made us pack. . . And last night." Louis and Zayn laugh with their older brother at the exasperated expression on their Dad's face.

"Of course I did, Haz! I've been parenting you lot for eighteen years now and you're not always the best at remembering your bare necessities."

The three boys chuckle lightheartedly as they all move out the open door towards their mini van.

As Niall gets into the driver's seat and Liam goes in on his left in the passenger seat, Louis and Harry climb into the very back whilst Zayn sits alone in the middle.

The raven hair boy is prone to motion sickness, and although it hasn't really effected him for a few years now, it's safer that he sits closer to the front. And they'd learnt the hard way that having three boys cramped together while one of them is throwing his guts up isn't really the ideal situation, hence why Harry and Louis are in the back.

As the vehicle rolls out of the driveway and onto the concrete road of their private cul-de-sac, Liam, ever the enthusiastic road tripper, flicks on the stereo and turns it up to full volume. Maria Maria by Santana immediately starts flowing out of the speakers, filling the entire car with a great tune.

Zayn whines from his place, moving forward and leaning between his parent's seats. "I can't hear my phone," he shouts, just loud enough over the music for the two of them to hear.

Liam spins the dial back down, turning to look at the boy. "You shouldn't be on your phone anyway. This is a family road trip! socialise and do karaoke with your amazing singer of a Dad," he exclaims, chin high as he spins back round in his seat.

Zayn can't lie, his Dad is a pretty decent singer, and his Papa, and his brothers. . . and him. Despite none of them actually being blood related, everyone had managed to pick up the good-voice genes from their bloodlines.

He huffs and flops back in his seat, tucking his phone back into the pocket of his jacket.

     The first near four hours of the car ride go perfectly fine with everyone singing along to bands from the Eagles (Niall's suggestion) to Girls Aloud (Liam's suggestion).

Louis had been enjoying it. He loves car rides; looking out as the passing scenery as it whizzes by and sticking his head out the window like a dog.

But for the last quarter of an hour, he's been comically quieter than usual.

As the roads had grown more curvy and the corners more sharp, his stomach had adopted this sort of heavy yet sloshy feeling and a lump had settled in his throat.