"Damn it Harry! It's three in the morning, where have you been?" Louis screams at the top of his lungs. "Shut up Louis, you will wake the kids for god's sake! And why the hell does it matter where I was? You are not the boss of me!" Harry screams back at his husband. "It does matter! I'm your husband; I deserve to know what you have been up too!" Louis yells, and slams their bedroom door. Niall who is in his bedroom pulls his blanket over his head to try and deafen the roaring sounds of his parents fighting.
Niall was adopted nine months ago, Louis and Harry adopted Zayn when he was six, just over ten years ago now. The boys had become very close since Niall was only a year younger; he looked up to Zayn. Niall and Zayn loved their adopted parents, they really did, but in the past few weeks Harry and Louis had been fighting. Every couple gets in every once in awhile right? It's normal, but they were fighting all the time, almost every day at any time, like now it was three in the morning. Niall didn't like it when they fought, he hated it honestly, it brought up bad memories, memories that he was trying to forget about it.
Even though Niall couldn't make out the words that his father's where screaming at each other he could still hear them yelling. Feeling alone, Niall crawled out from underneath the blanket and he tip toed out of his room and across the hall into Zayn's room. "Zayn?" Niall whispered while Zayn's face was lite up by his phone, he was smiling; he wasn't even listening to his parents fighting. Niall tip toed over and crawled next to Zayn, Zayn finally noticed that Niall was in the room, "Hey, what are you still doing up?" Niall cuddled into Zayn's side, but Zayn didn't move to cuddle Niall back, he just kept typing away on his phone. "Is that Liam?" Niall asks lifting his head to look at his brother, Zayn nods and laughs at apparently a text message from Liam. "You guys are really cute together," Niall murmurs, but Zayn doesn't pay attention to Niall.
Niall rolls his eyes, "what are you guys talking about?" Zayn puts his phone down and glares at Niall, "I think you're a little too young to know about it, and besides you wouldn't understand." Niall holds back his tears, "I'm only a year younger than you!" The whole house could probably hear him, but his parents were too busy fighting to come and break up their argument. "Just get out of here Niall, go to bed, I don't want you here," Zayn spits at Niall and goes back to his phone. Tears spill out of Niall's eyes as he runs out of Zayn's room and back into his own. He hears one of his father's through something at the wall, it's probably another lamp. Zayn had told him earlier that day that their parents never fought, well at least not Niall got here. "It's all my fault," Niall whispered pulling his knees to his chest. After several minutes of sobbing, Niall comes up with a plan, he threw a bunch of clothes into a duffle bag; he writes a letter to his family, leaving it on the desk before he grabs he shuts the front door behind him taking off down the streets.
Back at the house, Harry had finally broken down and balled his eyes out into his husband's arms. The lamp that Louis had thrown at the wall was in shatters, "I'm not mad at you Hazza, I just, I can't bear the thought of you cheating on me," Louis mumbles and kisses Harry's head. "I'm not cheating on you Louis, I could never do that, I love you so much Boobear," Harry bent his head up to kiss his husband on the lips.
There was a loud knock on the bedroom door, Louis lets go of his husband to open the door to see his eldest son looking worried. "It's okay, we aren't going to fight anymore, I'm sorry we kept you up," Louis wraps his arm around his son. "No, it's fine, I've been texting Liam all night any ways," Zayn smiles at the thought of his boyfriend, but then he frowns remembering why he came into his parents room in the first place, "have you seen Niall? I need to apologize to him." Harry had wondered over to the door, "Why do you need to apologize to Niall?" Harry asks suspiciously. Zayn's face turns red as he stares at the ground embarrassed, "I might have told him that I didn't want him in my room, but I think he might have taken it as that I didn't want him in the family, because earlier I told him how you guys had only just started fighting when you guys adopted him." "Oh Zayn," Harry says disappointed in his son, "come on, let's go talk to Niall," Harry said while squeezing past his husband into the hallway. "He's not in his room, that's why I came to talk to you, I thought you might know where he was," Zayn says following Harry out into the hallway.
