Good Enough

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"Why the hell is there a fucking tree in our living room?!" Louis shrieked, "Its called a Christmas tree, you know, 'tis the season to be jolly." Connor retorted his arms crossed as he watched Owen dust the room; "I'm aware of the season, the weather making it hard to forget. You, who put this up?!" Louis demanded pointing towards Owen, "Mr.Styles ordered us too, Mr.Louis." Scoffing, Louis groaned bringing his cell phone to his vision, "Calling dad to chew him out?" Connor asks, "You ask like I have your dad's number." Louis snarled storming from the room, "Beth! Bring my car around!" Connor furrowed his eyebrows, "Papa!" He called, Louis halting from putting his coat on, "What?"
"You don't have dad's number?" Louis rolled his eyes, "Darling your father and I have very busy lives. No time to text each other meaningless things. Do contact your grandmother though, she wants to see you all." He commands tying his scarf, "What's my name Papa?" Connor asks his eyes wild, Louis stopped dead the door opened with wind whipping his hair, "Or did you forget?"
Louis' earthy eyes looked past the teenager, "Connor, as shitty as you think I am, I know your names."

"You do realize just how much trouble I'd be in if my dad found out?" Liam asks Niall who shrugs, "He's all bark and no Bite just like every other rich Prick."
"Still my father."
"Doesn't make him any less of a dick." Niall reminds browsing through clothes. Liam shrugs at the statement agreeing nonetheless. "Besides the way I see it, your parents should be thanking me. This is free baby sitting."
"I don't need a baby sitter." Liam grumbled crossing his arms, "No? Says the preppy boy who almost cried when I left his side."
"I just don't like being left by myself." Liam excused, "Mhmm, I just hope you date someone soon. You need to get laid just about as much as I need to get paid." Niall remarked setting his clothes on the checkout counter. Liam narrowed his eyes handing the cashier his credit card, "Looks like you won't be needing a pay day any time soon with me around." Niall smirked, "You're funny, know that?" Liam giggled walking to another store next to Niall, "I've been told once or twice."
The store featured Hallmark, every shelf decorated with some type of fake snow. "Why are we in here?" Niall groaned, "'Tis the season to be Jolly." Liam sang joyfully as his answer, "Deck the halls with bombs of Holly." Niall grumbles smirking when Liam scoffs, "Fine Scrooge, be that way."
"What are we really doing in here?"
"I've always liked this store." Liam replies softly smiling at the cheesy cards and decorations, "It appears as though someone shares your taste." Niall muses Liam picking his head up to see Louis with his body guard looking at items near the back. "Crap, get me out of here." Liam rushes ducking behind a stuffed toy, "Its just Louis, why would he care?"
"The fact that he's also forbid me from leaving the house." Liam informs wincing when the flash of a camera went off. He hears a gasp, praying to God its Niall. "This is golden! No one has seen Liam for years!" A pap said, Liam knew he was doomed, though his head remained down, "I think we've been caught." Niall whispered as Louis glared at the two of them.
It wasn't until Liam felt a hand on his wrist that he quickly peered up seeing Louis, "H-hi Papa." Dragging Liam from the store, he glanced back at Niall who was now sweet talking the photographer to get the picture back. He was such a good person. Liam didn't deserve him. All Liam did was ruin lives. His parents as exhibit A. Sliding into the back of the Lamborghini, Liam kept his stare on the floor board. "Home, Kevin." Louis demanded. Liam felt weird. He hadn't been in the car with one of his parents in months. Usually It was to a red carpet event, even then they drove separately at times. "You have ruined my day." There it was again, ruin. Liam had ruined Louis' life. "Now I'm sure every fucking person has a picture of Liam Styles, the Fuck Up." That insult hurt. That one brought tears. Fuck Up. That had Liam sobbing. Louis rolled his eyes, pursing his lips properly, "I have no sympathy for you. Your grandmother is at the house, I want no mention of what happened or what was said in this car. Do you understand me?" Liam continued to sob in his hands not meeting the cold earthy eyes he used to beg to see, "Liam James look at me, do you understand?" Louis growled his back straight as could be looking quite uncomfortable to be in the car with his youngest son, "Y-yessir." Liam whimpered, "Dry your eyes, Styles don't cry." Louis added handing Liam a tissue, "T-thank you, Papa."  Liam sniffles wiping his face until tears were no longer evident. Kevin parked in front of the house opening Louis' door for him. The big white glass doors to the front were pushed open, Louis entering with Liam trailing him quickly. In the living area sat three boys with wide eyes seeing Liam and Louis together. Louis took note of the look hatefully glancing at Liam, "Sit darling, Hello Anne, how was your flight?" Taking a seat next to Tristan, Liam felt a hand on his back comforting him silently. "It was fine, first class of course." She added thanking Rose who handed both a glass of champagne. "Will Harold be home any time soon?" Anne asked, "I'm sure, boys leave us while we catch up." Louis ordered not meeting Liam's hurt look.
"What happened?" Bradley asked pulling on Liam's shirt, "I left the house to go see Niall." Liam replied opening his bedroom door, "Niall at his house?" Tristan pushed, "N-no." Liam admitted bracing himself for the lecture his brothers would give, "Liam it's dangerous. Do you know how much a picture of you is worth?!"
"N-no a-and I don't care! I don't care how much a picture of me is worth!" Liam huffed pitching a pillow across the room in anger, "They want to keep me locked up in 'ere well no! I want to go out and live! They should let the paps have their fucking pictures, it's the only way dad and papa see us anyway." Liam ranted tears slipping from his cheeks, "Liam, what has happened?" Bradley asks gently, it was normal for anyone to be mad at certain things, but Liam was never angry at his parents. Sad? Yes, but he didn't blame them, he blamed himself.
"He figured out our parents suck." Connor called entering the room, "They don't suck-" Tristan starts, "Oh don't give me that bullshit, the only reason you think that is because dad still likes you." Bradley sighed loudly sitting on Liam's bed pulling the boy into a hug, "Guys, we might not always see our parents, but we've always had each other-"
"Have we? Because to my knowledge after James died I never saw you at all. You left Bradley, oh sorry, Dr.Bradley." Connor mocked, "Tell me, does America really have the best Doctor school? Or did you just find a far away enough place." Bradley grew a cold look, "Shut up Connor," Tristan stepped forward to have Connor laugh at him, "You're no better! You left everyone for the fucking military! Congrats Tristan you are and always will be James number two!" Tristan gasped, Bradley shooting up, Liam yelped standing between Connor and Bradley, "No!" Connor smirked, "I forget, Liam's James number too. Even has his name, because Papa didn't want to forget his favorite son. No wonder he hates Liam." Tristan grew red before decking Connor in his jaw, "Shut the fuck up, Connor. You don't know shit." Liam slunk back to his bed, "I know enough to piss you off." Connor snarled storming from the room, Bradley sighed grabbing Tristan's fist, "won't be as bad as the bruise Connor will have on his face." The older two left, Liam laying down to stare at his ceiling. Staying in darkness, he whimpered as tears fell from his eyes.

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