Forced Family Fun

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Luckily for Liam his practice as well as entire day Friday goes peacefully. Throughout practice he caught sight of a couple of the senior players looking on at him in sympathy, but thankfully they didn't say much to him which made him conclude that Ben probably told them to keep it on the downlow. Even at lunch, a time where the boy tends to sit off on his own, he found himself sitting with other members of the team and actually having a conversation.

Seeing as though he had a good day it wasn't surprising that he was in a good mood at home and even voluntarily talked with his father. It wasn't anything deep or serious, but it meant the world for Harry because lately he was truly believing that his son did indeed hate him.

When Saturday came around Liam's practice went by quickly, and soon enough the family found themselves on the road to London with Louis and Zayn also in the car. Liam watched as his father's face would light up every time he made Louis laugh, and even he couldn't help but smile at that because he missed that look. He hadn't seen that look since his mother was still alive.

After a rather quiet drive to London, the group of five eventually make it to their hotel in London where Niall and Liam immediately took it upon themselves to head out to the pool while Louis and Harry settled into the room as well as laid Zayn down for a nap. It was only when Louis decided to join Harry on his bed did the two finally begin to talk again.

"I'm happy you invited me to this," Louis whispers so he wouldn't wake up Zayn.

"I'm happy you agreed to come," Harry whispered back as he snuggled himself deeper into Louis' grasp.

"Would you mind if I ask you a question?" Louis asks and Harry just hums in reply as if saying go ahead. "You asked me to join you on the red carpet tomorrow as your date, and, well, does this- I mean like I'm assuming this makes a bit more serious?"

Harry scoots a bit away from Louis' grasp so he could look the man in the eye, and the minute he does he can't help but give a small smile.

"Paparazzi will probably ask about you and even some interviewers will probably ask you for a quick word, but we'll only be as serious as you want us to be. If you want to just be two adults who enjoy going out for dinner and snuggling on the weekends we'll be that, or if you want to put a label on things we can do that too. All I know is that I'm happy whenever I'm in your arms."

And rather than replying Louis simply leaned in until his lips were connected onto Harry's. It started off slow and sweet but soon began to go deeper and deeper, and soon enough Louis found himself perched above Harry. One hand was supporting the weight of himself while playing with ends of Harry's curls while the other made it's way to the lower end of Harry's backside. Harry had his arms wrapped around Louis' neck as he granted entrance to the man's tongue.

As things began to heat up more they were soon brought right back down to earth when a small whimper was heard. In an instant Louis and Harry were detaching from each before rushing over to Zayn's squirming figure.

"Bubba, shh it's okay. Wakey, wakey, you're just having a bad dream," Louis cooed as he ran his fingers through the boy's hair.

As Louis continued to coax Zayn from his sleep, Harry excused himself to go make the little boy a sippy cup of milk in the oh so famous elephant cup. And just as Zayn managed to open his tear filled eyes, Harry was just finishing the cup and quickly handing it over to Louis who smiled in gratitude.

"Look, baby, Hazza made you a cuppa milk in Ella. Wasn't that nice of him?" Louis cooed as Zayn grabbed hold of the cup and brought it to his lips.

Zayn continued to drink the milk as Louis and Harry looked down at him in admiration. Soon enough the tears dried away from the boy's face and the two adults were left with a giggling toddler all over again, and it was only then did Harry turn to question Louis.