Adopted by One Direction

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Liam drapes a warm blanket over the two on the couch and looks at them with a smile on his face.

Louis was lying down comfortably on the couch with Britney wrapped in his arms, almost protectively, right next to his chest. Both of them looked vulnerable and peaceful in this state and Liam would never dare try to disturb that.

"Hey Liam, where's Loui--" "SHHHH"

Zayn looked at Liam with wide eyes, putting his hands up in surrender.

Liam motioned him with his hands to come closer and he followed him, coming closer to the couch with the two still peacefully sleeping.

When Zayn saw the sight, he smiled cheekily before taking out his phone and clicking a picture. Louis stirred a little bit, but after a few seconds he eventually fell back to sleep.

"This is so going on Twitter" Zayn mumbled while Liam laughed but immediately stopped right after.

This was going to be a complete shock to the fans. The boys and him did nothing to warn them of this and this picture could possibly start a World War III. The hate would be non stop for Britney and he couldn't imagine the look of pain on the innocent 9 year olds face.

"Wait!" Liam whisper yelled before grabbing Zayn's phone and shutting it off.

"What the hell, man!" Zayn says, clearly annoyed.

"Not here, let's go to the kitchen" Liam tells him, making him nod his head and walk towards the kitchen.

Liam sighs in relief before making his way to the kitchen, closing the door and facing a puzzled Zayn.

"The picture will cause a war to break out. We didn't do anything to tell or to atleast give a hint to the fans about the adoption meaning there will be rumours, stories and lots of hate. Especially to Britney. So Let's actually wait for a proper time to post that, yeah?" Liam explains.

Zayn widens his eyes in realisation and quickly closed the Twitter app in his phone before putting it in his pocket. "That was awfully close" he tells Liam, making him nod.

"Well, you go do whatever you want to do while I look for Harry and Niall. I need to warn them of the two sleeping baby's on the couch" Liam says making Zayn laugh before heading out of the kitchen.

Liam walks through the door and goes upstairs to find Niall and Harry in Niall's room drinking cherry liquor from Niall's mini fridge.

Yes, a mini fridge. The Irish man is just too Lazy and hungry to care.

"Hey guys. Is that cherry liquor?" Liam asks his two friends. "Yes. Even though it's shit it's all he's got left" Harry says making Niall chuckle before taking another sip from his cup.

"Just warning you not make loud noises because Louis and Britney are sleeping on the cou--"

THUMP

"--and I spoke too soon" Liam says, finishing his cut off sentence. He groans and curses at the two giggling boys before heading back downstairs and finding the problem.

Liam heads back into the living room and tries to hold back a laugh at the scene before him.

Zayn was holding his foot with one hand in pain while he used the other to stop Louis's head from falling onto the floor.

Liam was about to help him when Zayn suddenly sneezed, making his hand go up to his mouth.

In that moment, Liam ran towards the couch so fast he didn't even know what happened. Before Louis completely fell, he crouched down and held his upper back from under him and pushed him back on to the safety of the couch.

Zayn looked at Liam with his jaw on the floor before finally making up some words from his mouth. "Where the fuck did you come from?" Zayn breathed out.

"Honestly. I don't know" Liam says. "Let's just leave them alone before we somehow manage to flip the couch over" he continues, making Zayn nod while they walk away.

Zayn goes up in to his room while Liam went into his own, his head hitting the soft pillow. He sighs in relaxation before letting sleep completely take over him.

•

"Noooo, don't leave me!" Britney whines, making Louis pout. "But I'm hungry!" Louis says making Britney cross her arms. "Fine" she says huffing and turning away.

Louis bites his lip and looks at Britney and at the kitchen before an idea pops up in his head. "Hey, do you wanna help me make breakfast?" He asks the little girl. She slowly tilts her head so that she can look at him.

"Bacon?" She asks, Louis nods his head in confirmation as she smiles and eagerly jumps into his arms.

"We're making Bacon! We're making Bacon!" Britney chants as Louis laughs at her. He places her down on the counter and starts the stove.

"What are the two of you doing in my kitchen?" Harry asks, making Louis back away in fear.

"Oh god no. Britney, it's Harry! Run!" He tells her making her raise her eyebrows. "Really? All I see is 6ft tall guy named Harry who said 'what are you two doing in my kitchen' when he clearly knows that all of you use your money to keep this kitchen alive. So I see no point in running" Britney quickly blurts out making Louis and Harry's jaw drop to the ground.

"That a pretty sick burn there, Harry" Zayn says, nudging his shoulder. Zayn put his hand up at Britney and she high fives it making him smirk. "Ooh, she's definitely my girl" Louis says putting an arm around her small shoulders.

"I thought you promised me Bacon" Britney says, pouting at Louis.

"can I cook? Please? He's going to burn the whole place down!" Harry says, making Louis stick his tongue out at him. "As long as I get Bacon!" Britney replies, smiling widely showing her small tooth gap.

"Did someone say bacon?" Niall asked, barging in to the kitchen with the bed hair of medusa. Britney nods and Niall fist pumps the air in joy.

little did everyone know that Liam was just outside the kitchen, listening to all of them. Usually, they would all wake up and just crash on the T.V., maybe drink a little beer before getting started with the day.

But now, it reminded Liam of the old days, when they were new to the famous life. Always goofing around, doing video diaries, the laptop mission, the random moments, he missed it all.

He thought he would never be able to see those moments happen again, but he was proved wrong.

Britney was going to help them, and he could never be anymore thankful.