The Wanted

Revenge is best Served... Older?

Per request:

Life was.. Perfect. Actually perfect.

Nathan, the Wanted's band baby, awoke that morning with the cheery tune of jingle bells tumbling from his lips. He had literally everything he wanted. Power, and he was the baby still! No shitty younger Tom to steal his spot light, and Louis? Please that eight year old was terrified of him! He was almost excited for the Christmas party Tom was throwing. It was another chance to claim dominance of Louis and still be innocent enough to get the most presents from his band brothers. Or were they considered more like parents?

He was good at acting! Practically majored in acting! But bloody hell how much longer? Spending Christmas on his bandmates lap receiving toys they thought he'd want wasn't everyones dream. Especially Louis' who had gotten his full memory back. He suspects that it returned when Nathan spanked him for no reason. A beating for nothing would jog anyones mind.

"Are you ready for a nap sweetheart?" Harry asks entering the room with a cup of milk. Louis had it up to here with the damn milk! Were they trying to kill him with dairy? Jesus it seemed like they always had a fucking glass of milk in hand. "No," Louis mumbles not tearing his eyes away from the TV screen. He had managed to get ahold of the remote whilst Zayn napped in the recliner next to him. Putting on Die Hard (yea it was totally because of the Christmas Spirit) Louis felt the least bit of normalcy in his life.

"C'mon bubba it's nap time. Uncle Tom-" The fact that while whatever happened during his memory loss had patched the relationship between himself and the wanted enough to where he called him "uncle", made Louis gag; "Uncle Tom is throwing that party. If you wanna go you have to have a nap." Louis shakes his head mindlessly, eyes trained on Bruce Willis, "What are you watching that has you so captivated?" Harry asks his voice low as he comes behind Louis seeing the screen with a dirty, sweaty, Bruce Willis with a Santa hat on. "Louis Tomlinson you are not allowed to watch this! You know better," Harry scolds fully expecting his little brat to start crying. "No! I can watch what I want!" Louis snaps glaring up at Harry who looks surprised, even Louis Never threw that big of fit. Zayn too wakes up with a grunt, "What's wrong?" Louis huffs, Of course the man that can sleep through the Worlds largest earthquake wakes up when Louis raises his voice. His fucking Luck.

"Well little man here is refusing nap time, and he says he can watch what he wants. Oh and I've been told no at least twice." Harry repeats, Louis getting quite confused. Why does he have to be such a snitch? What was Zayn gonna do? Put him in time out? Would Nathan spank him again? Do all the boys spank? God he hoped not!

Zayn hardens his look at the younger one, "Get over here, Harry give me your belt." Louis goes wide eyed shaking his head, "There's that word 'no' again." Harry states grabbing Louis' bicep, the boy wants to be a smart ass and say he said nothing but he didn't think he was in a good position to be doing so. Zayn grabs Louis and Harry's belt giving the boy six strikes, "What did you tell Hazzy?" Louis can't answer between his tears, "Take his pants down," Zayn orders, Louis sobbing louder, "No! no please! I-I said-" He receives six more licks, "What did you say to Hazzy?"

"I-I can wa-watch what I-I want!"

"And can you?" Zayn asks his arms crossed with the belt tauntingly over his arm, apparently fucking not, Louis rants in his head, "N-no sir." Another six lashes, "Do you tell any one no?" The attacker asks, Louis jumps away from his position finally getting sense that he wasn't a dumb eight year old and he could run! He could run pretty fast!

Harry on the other hand could run faster and before Louis can even make the move, Harry is shaking his head slapping Louis' backside four times with his hand, "You do not move away from your punishment. Look at me, you told me no, didn't take your nap, and yelled at me; you deserve this. Zayn finish up, he needs to go lay down." The tan man nods, giving Louis another set of twelve slaps with his hand instead of the belt, "Go take a nap, and no more trouble mister." Not responding like usual which was wanting a cuddle, Louis nods "Y-yess-yessir." he stutters letting Harry lift him into his arms kissing his temple, "My poor baby."