Our Possession

30

"Why are you calling me, Zayn?"

"I can't find it, Sir."

"What did you just say? I must be getting old, because I'm pretty sure I just heard you fucking say you can't find a simple piece of crucial information. Tell me that I'm not reasoning with you for no reason, Boy, and think hard about what you want to say this time."

"I'm sorry, Boss. They've been getting more private-"

"I'm not looking for an excuse, I'm looking for my son. If you can't help me get him back, then I'm going to renegotiate our settlement. Don't make me do that to you, Zayn. You have two weeks. That should be more than enough."

The dull sound of the dial tone rang out in Zayn's ear, making the corners of his lips tug down into a frown. He had a lot of work to do.

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"Wakey, wakey, Princess!"

Louis flinched at the lights being flicked on and turned over to rub his face into the comfortable pillow.

"Come on, dinner is ready, Baby. Wake up."

"Go away," Louis whined, kicking his feet when the blankets were pulled away. "Let me die."

"Come on, Darling. I know you can take a spanking, wake up." Edward picked Louis up and sat down on the bed.

"I hate you." Louis tucked his head under Edward's chin, slowly fluttering his eyes shut again.

"Well wake up anyway, Baby." Edward rubbed Louis back.

Louis glared at Edward, he wore a plain forest green sweater and jeans; with the way he was dressing he couldn't decipher which of the triplets he was.

"Which one are you?" Louis moved his hand to grab at the soft material of the jacket, only to have his hand captured by Edward's.

"The one with the biggest dick."

"Oh." Louis rolled his eyes. "Harry."

Edward scoffed and let go of Louis' hand, allowing the boy to tug his sweater up, revealing a muscular chest drawn over with tattoos. "I'm Edward."

"Oh." Louis widened his eyes, laughing nervously. "I was just messing around, Harry just likes to always say he's the biggest so-"

"Yeah, yeah stop trying to save yourself. Let's go I'm hungry," Edward mumbled, standing up and carrying the boy by his thighs.

Louis pursed his lips and set his head on Edward's shoulder as the man walked out of the room.

Leaving the room did nothing to rid of the awkward silence though, but Edward didn't seem to mind. He continued to walk through the house in search for the kitchen with a glare.

"...Harry's dick isn't all that-"

"Please stop talking, Louis."

"Okay... I just- you have a big dick. Alright?"

"Okay, Baby. Thanks," Edward mumbled, pushing the door of the dining room open.

"It's the best dick of all the dicks."

"Must you alway talk of me, Pet?"

Louis turned around to glare at Harry's place at the table. "Shut up."

"So you aren't denying that you were talking about me?" Harry asked, leaning back into his chair with an amused smirk and deep dimples.

"Shut up, Harry! You have an ugly dick."