Anne hummed in content as she sipped her juice at breakfast that next morning. Fourteen days until Christmas. Awkwardness surrounded the room, as the whole household sat at one table. Another thing that hadn't happened sense Harry's birthday party in February. Even then it wasn't fun, Harry opened his gifts thanking each of his sons for the tie they had all gotten him, "I'll add them to the pile." He remarked giving everyone a nod before leaving to work.
Liam kept his eyes focused on his plate, Connor came in late with foundation covering up the beauty Tristan gave him last night. "This is good, does Rose do all the cooking?"
"Yes ma'am." Rose replied leaving the room, Louis pursed his lips eating a bite from his own plate. Rose and Louis hated each other, Louis was secretly envious of the relationship she had with Liam. "Harold, how are you?" Anne continued, "I'm well mother, how are you?"
"Fine as ever." She chirped sending her motherly smile to Tristan who returned it weakly. "Both of you are happy to be home I presume?"
"Of course grandma, home is where the heart is." Bradley assures hearing Connor's quiet scoff. The rest of breakfast is uneventful and quiet. Owen and Josh clear the plates, Harry rising before taking hold of Liam's bicep, "My office." Even though Liam knows he's in serious shit, he can't help but feel special. He's gotten more attention from his parents in the past week than he had his whole life.
"No one gave you permission to leave the house yesterday, correct?"
"Yessir." Liam mumbled, "You speak clearly when talking to anyone, understand?" Harry growled, Liam raises his head emerald eyes meeting his gaze, "Yes sir."
"How many magazines have your face in them right now Liam? How many reporters are getting pictures? How many fucking people, Liam?!" Harry bellowed causing the young one to flinch with more tears. "I-I don't know sir."
Harry sighed heavily unbuckling his belt Folding it in half, "The answer is twenty four so far. Twenty four emails about my youngest son." Liam gulps nodding as he bends over the couch waiting for the first smack.
Emerging from the room with a small limp and red eyes, Liam sniffles grabbing his coat exiting onto the patio. Even though it's freezing, Liam didn't want to be in the same house as his parents at the moment. Groaning in his hands, Liam sobs from frustration; "The beating is over, yes?" Anne calls her face concerned, "Y-yes ma'am." Liam cries raising his head to wipe his eyes. The cigarette in her hand startles Liam who brings his knees to his chest in the patio chair, sniffling, "Y-you smoke?"
"Secretly, don't tell anyone." Anne laughs inhaling again, "Who would I tell, grandma?" Liam asks a small smile, "Your father for one." Anne replies looking into the distance as she blows the smoke out, "I don't see either enough to tell them your secret." Liam mumbles picking at his winter jacket. Anne says nothing in return, finishing her cigarette before turning to kiss Liam on the cheek, "One day they'll regret it." Liam nods gently watching her leave to return inside where the "Picture Perfect family" was.
Sitting on the stairs, Liam watches Louis in the downstairs mirror checking his reflection. Grinning in the mirror checking his teeth, Liam wanted to take a picture. It had been so long sense he saw Louis grin in real life. Usually he had his plain smile on. It was lifeless and mostly fake.
Harry entered the hallway in a tuxedo as well, "Well Mr.Styles don't you clean up nice?" Louis asks smiling at his husband, "As do you my dear." The two stare at each other a question unasked and unanswered between them. Liam continued watching between the bars, Harry reaching down to cup Louis' face. The gesture was sweet, romantic. Louis however moved away frowning, "See you there, yes?" Harry nodded letting his hand fall to his side, "I will meet you there." Liam sighs from his place, why couldn't they drive together? Rising from his spot, he turns to go into his room when he's called, "Liam James!" Recognizing his fathers booming voice, he returns further downstairs, "Yessir?"
"There is no going out, understand?"
"Yes sir." Liam answers leaving the room without a goodbye to either parent.
"Didn't get in too much trouble did you?" Niall asked sitting on the couch in the den, "Just a belting." Liam answers deciding the leave Louis' insult out of it. Liam wasn't sure if he wanted to give Niall more ammo to hate Louis if Liam wasn't sure he even hated Louis. "Sorry, Mate."
"It's fine." Liam sighs turning on the Xbox, "Where are the assholes anyway?"
"Still my parents," Liam reminds, "But they went to some award show." Niall nods, "Bring any kids?"
"Nope. Connor is out with a friend and Bradley and Tristan are getting drunk in our garage." Liam reports joining Niall on the couch handing him a remote, "Just think school starts soon and then you won't have to see them again."
"You act as if I see them now." Liam huffed, neither talk after that. A few games of FIFA are played, Connor entering the room during the last one. Three boys sat in the room, Niall glancing at the eldest one, "What the Hell happened to your face?" Connor smirked reaching up to touch it, "Tristan happened." Niall nodded, "Well they do say that karmas a bitch." Connor chuckled shaking his head, "I hope that's true." Liam furrowed his eyebrows, Connor hardly ever laughed. "Hand me your remote, Loser James, I'll play Irish boy Over here." Liam returned to his scowl hearing the nickname, tossing the remote to his lap, Liam laid down watching the two play. Hearing them laugh, Liam felt unsettled. Niall was friendly, but Connor? Connor was a stuck up jerk. He wasn't nice to anyone. He hated people.
Tired from his own thoughts, Liam exits the room going into the kitchen seeing no one. Liam wishes Rose was there. He would look for his grandmother, but it was rude to disturb a lady past six O'clock. His Papa had always taught him that whenever he wanted to visit Rose's quarter.
Deciding on the living room with the grand Christmas tree, Liam plugged it in laying on the couch. Grabbing the picture frame he always kept, Liam kissed both Louis and Harry's face holding it close to his chest falling asleep.
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