"Daaaaad!" Haley screeched as Connor barreled through her room and terrorized everything in his wake. "Connor's ruining my shit again!"
Harry sighed and buckled his two year old twins into their high chairs and poured a handful of Cheerios on their trays before he darted up the stairs and hovered in his eldest daughter's doorway. "What have I told you about using that type of language in the house and especially in front of your younger siblings?"
The thirteen year-old sighed with a pout, a hand on her hip as she pointed to Connor laughing hysterically in the middle of the mess on the floor. "He won't leave me alone, daddy! I've just about had it!"
The father of five laughed and pulled his daughter into a hug, running his fingers through her long, chocolate curls. "I can't wait and see how you handle your own children, sweetheart." Harry kissed the top of her head and walked over to Connor picking up the four year-old and setting him on his hip. "Connor Maxwell, what have I told you about getting into your sister's things?"
"But it's fun," he pouted, blue eyes peering up at Harry.
"It's not right and I told you what'll happen the next time you disobeyed me," the brunette admonished.
"Timeout," He frowned as his eyes welled with tears.
"Yep, so let's go, mister."
Haley gave a smug smirk and shut her door after Harry left with Connor and started cleaning up the mess her younger brother created. Louis walked in from the backyard, face and chest sun-kissed from being outside so long and chuckled when he saw the twins throwing the cereal all over the floor.
"Bryce and Brighton!" Louis mock-gasped and walked over to the twin boys. "What are you doing?"
"Mine!" Bryce chirped in reply, that word being the only one he had learned to say and believing it was the answer to everything.
"Ereal!" Brighton giggled holding up a few soggy ones in his tiny hand.
"Yes, I see that," Louis giggled and placed a kiss on each of their foreheads before he went to get the broom. "You know daddy doesn't like it when you make a mess. He's gonna be upset when he finds out what you two did."
"No!" Brighton's eyes went wide. "No tubble."
"Yes, trouble," the blue eyed lad countered. "No more throwing food."
Brighton frowned and bowed his head. "Otay..."
Louis wouldn't give up the life he had now for the world. By the time they were in their mid twenties, he and Harry had delivered their second child. They enjoyed the band scene for as long as it carried until the two lovebirds realized how much they wanted to raise a family. The rest of the boys didn't mind ending One Direction by the time they were twenty-five because they, too, wanted to start families of their own.
First came Haley when Harry was only twenty and that happened when they had a quickie in their dressing room right before a concert. That year, they went into an intermission so Louis and Harry could raise their daughter. By the time Haley was one and a half, Harry was rethinking their future and decided that he didn't want to continue the music and traveling scene for long now that him and Louis were parents.
A year and a half later and only hours after the boys last concert of their Farewell Tour, Harry went into labor, delivering their second child, Callie backstage with the help of Liam and Zayn. It had been a roller coaster since then. Louis and Harry went from being worldwide sensations to exhausted parents and neither of them would have changed it for the world. By the time Callie was eight, Harry was expecting their third, Connor and that was the most stressful birth yet.
