the flat. (larry stylinson)

part nine: Lads and Dads.

After Liam and Harry finished working out, the pair walked into the motel to find all of the boys sleep. Liam and Harry laughed, deciding they would share the bed in the motel.

The next morning, Harry woke up to the smell of breakfast and he turned over in bed. He landed on a sleeping Liam who was snoring as loud as ever. Harry slapped Liam's stomach and Liam jolted up out his sleep.

Liam looked down at Harry. "Damn it, Harry." Liam chuckled, swinging his feet off the side of the bed. "Who's making breakfast in the motel?"

Harry and Liam shuffled into the main area of the motel and saw that Zayn, Niall and Louis all had the table filled with different breakfast foods. There was bacon, eggs, bagels, jam, etc. Harry's stomach growled and everyone heard it. Everyone laughed as Harry blushed.

"Good morning, Harold." Louis smiled, looking at him.

"Good morning, Louis."

Niall waved at the two boys, smiling wide at them. Niall's eyes found its way to Harry's arms which weren't covered because Harry had on a tee shirt. Niall's eyes went big as he stood and walked over to Harry. Harry laid his arms out and showed Niall.

Niall was about to freak out, but Harry stopped him. "It's fine, Niall. I'm not in too much pain and I don't regret any of them."

Zayn and Louis looked over at the tattoos and their eyebrows went up in shock. Louis walked over to Harry and ran his fingers over the sore skin.

"It wasn't practical to get all these tattoos, Harold." Louis joked, looking at them. "Which is your favorite?"

Harry lifted his shirt and the room went silent. Liam knew it was because Harry was littered in tattoos. He also knew that everyone's eyes fell on the butterfly tattoo in the center of his body. Harry watched as Louis' hand ran over the butterfly, examining it. Harry let Louis look at it as long as he wanted. Harry was the most proud of this tattoo because it had the most meaning to him.

"Wow, Angel did amazing. It's beautiful." Niall said from beside Louis. "It's amazing!"

Louis nodded. "I'd love for you to tell me what it means."

"I got it because i-" Louis stopped him.

"Later. Alone." Louis demanded, spinning on his heel. "Now, I had chefs from the flat building bring us food. I don't want it to get cold and then we waste it. There are hungry people out there who would love this food. Why would we waste it? Get to eating, lads."

All the boys grabbed a glass plate that came with the food and poured food on it. They all gathered around the table, eating the food. Liam sat on Niall's lap because there was only four seats. All the boys talked randomly until Niall got a call.

"Hey dad!" Niall exclaimed, pushing Liam off his lap. Liam scoffed, grabbing Niall playfully out his seat and sitting in it. Niall leaned against the wall and smiled.

Harry leaned back, picking at his food. Louis noticed, nudging him from under the table. Harry looked up and met Louis' confused eyes. The younger boy just shrugged, standing up to clear his plate.

Harry missed his father and Niall just reminded him that he did. Harry's dad was probably a couple of miles away from Harry right now. Harry wanted to see him, but neither of them found time for each other. There was no problem between Harry. His father accepted he was gay. The issue is the fact that Harry's father is so invested in work that he forgets about his family. He's a person that thinks work is more important.

Harry stepped out the hotel and he heard someone behind him. Louis grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. "Harold, please stop." Louis said, looking up at Harry. "What's wrong?"