Good Enough

S e v e n

Seven days until Christmas, the annual Christmas party. Louis had flown back in, only having been on his actual set for three days. Standing with a clipboard and phone in hand, Louis wore a White Christmas themed sweater with black skinny jeans and red vans. He looked young and how he used to be. Next to him stood his husband, neither exchanging words or looks. Both were busy trying to set the damn party up.

Like every year, the kids were too at the place. Liam made himself busy sitting on a bar stool spinning circles to entertain himself, Connor scrolled through social media, and Tristan kept quiet watching over his younger two brothers. It was a tense household as Bradley's remark about leaving was hush hush. Liam as well as the parents were not to know until he officially left. It wasn't fair to ruin Liam's Christmas. Bradley could careless about his own or Louis'.

Things were semi-normal at the time. It wasn't until Liam felt a sharp slap to his thigh that he stopped moving, next to him was Harry which frightened him intensely, "You look like a fool."

"S-sorry sir." Liam apologized hanging his head. Harry glanced over at his youngest studying his features. His last haircut made every curl Harry gifted him vanish, though his pale skin was still there. He had Louis' body, short and cute. It was staring at him that Harry noticed how big Liam actually was. "How old are you?" He finds himself asking, Liam jerks his head up tears in his eyes at the horrifying realization that his own father didn't know his age. "He's sixteen." Connor replied hatefully his eyes burning holes through Harry. That dick sure had some nerve. Had the audacity to ask Liam's age only breaking the poor kids heart more.

"Yes, Sixteen. Small for your age, are you still in basketball?" Harry questions, the three children looking at one another. Liam shook his head with questioning eyebrows. Why was his father trying to talk to him. He wasn't Tristan, or Bradley. Hell, Liam had even seen Connor laughing with Harry. The daddy hadn't ever really talked to Liam. "N-no sir."

"You're not in trouble, Liam, call me dad-,"

"Mr.Styles? Cheshire is ringing for you." Paisley, his assistant, alerted; "Right, Styles." Harry barked taking the phone into his own hands leaving the presence of his kids who all sat dumbfounded. "Man calls you a fool than tries to strike conversation." Connor mutters, "Technically he said he 'looked' like a fool." Tristan inquired all three looking in the way of Harry angrily speaking into the phone. Liam glanced at Connor, "Do you think he knows that Papa isn't going to be home for Christmas?" Both older brothers had their jaw dropped, "What?!" They shrieked in unison, all three catching Louis' hateful glare. Liam shrank on the barstool turning away from Louis nodding. "He has a movie, B-Bradley knew-,"

"Bradley knew?!" Tristan repeated, Connor scoffing, "No wonder that prick wants to leave!"

"He's leaving?!"

"Boys!" Harry boomed; the three turned to look at him. The man had his arms crossed over his chest, eyebrows furrowed in a hateful manner. His scowl permanent on his face. Louis already started his walk over to them, Harry joining him. "Your father and I have brought you all here, and now you can't stop talking for a fucking minute so I can try and get this party together." Louis growls one hand on his hip the other pointing at the three, "You're not going to be here for Christmas?" Tristan asks eyes looking wet at the new information. Louis inhales sharply looking to Liam who has his head downcast, "No, I'm not."

"What?!" Harry scoffs, "I have a movie." Louis admits, "Christmas is Christmas,-" Harry returns, "Bradley is leaving too?" Liam whimpers all eyes falling to him, "Who says this?" Louis snarls eyes spitting fire his hand snaking to Liam's chin forcing eye contact. "Papa stop!" Tristan demands tugging on Louis' arm, Harry breaking the two apart tensing when two arms wrap around him. Gasps are heard, the room going quiet. There Liam was clutching Harry's waist sobbing with a bruise forming on his jaw. Louis was taken back, he hadn't seen any of his children give any kind of emotional/physical love in years. Louis didn't like it. He wasn't a fan of the hugs his children gave, merely because he didn't want to give them. Now however he stood shocked and pissed. Liam was supposed to be his baby, why was he turning to everyone but Louis?

Without a word, Louis left his family to return to ordering the servants and staff around, Harry stayed rooted to the spot, a hand on Liam's back as the teenager continued to cry on him.

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