Keeping Up With One Direction 2

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T W O: Brotherly Love, cures all sickness.

"Why don't we put our toys away before getting more?" Niall suggests placing the 400 other toys in different containers. 

The scene that the cameraman captured held Niall with his hair matted down from non-existent sleep, his eyes tired, Liam and Max both attempting to share the toys yet failing before moving to another set. This would be fine if every set they decided to discard didn't remain laying on the floor. 

What once was a carpet covered room with enough toys for every kid in the world all nicely put away, is now a jungle with blocks stacked taller than Liam that threatened to tumble over every second creating an already bigger mess.

Seeing his suggestion fall upon two deaf hybrid ears, Niall sighs pulling a face as he begins placing the forgotten about stuffed animals away. Dropping the chewing rings he hand clutched in his fists, Max gives Niall a grin behind his pacifier staring up at him through his icy eyes, "Hi baby," Niall coos kissing his forehead, Liam huffs tapping Max's leg, "Bu-bubby 'wook 'o-va 'ere!" Demanding his attention, Liam giggles when Max curiously glances his way, "We's 'pway 'wif 'dese." Handing Max a smaller truck he could hold in his hand, Liam grins rolling the bigger one on the floor creating a way through the mess.

Climbing the stairs Harry gives a sympathetic look to the maid the family had just recently hired, "Again, I do hate to be asking you to do this," The woman laughs shaking her head, "Mr. Harry please, this is why you pay me." Harry frowns chewing his bottom lip as he leads her to the playroom where the door was always kept shut if possible. 

Pushing toys to the side as he opened the door, Harry gasps seeing his two boys and Niall in the room, "Lee grab your trucks baby, Ms.Abby wants to clean it." Niall rises lifting Max into his arms kissing his head to settle him in the process, "Right, thank you." The man mumbles in passing, Harry helping Liam grab a few chew rings and trucks taking them down to the main living room, "We have got to do something about that mess in there." Niall starts setting Max in the playpen, Liam on the outside playing by himself with his trucks just as happy. 

"I know, but once Abby gets it completely clean we'll go through and t-h-r-o-w out what the boys don't play with anymore." Spelling out "throw" to make sure Liam didn't know what they were talking about, Harry moves to the couch where he could watch both boys, "Haz, I'm going to bed love, I'm exhausted." Kissing his husband, Harry grabs his wrist, "Lou's still knocked out in there, please don't wake him." Smiling Niall nods in agreement, "Trust me I want to sleep, I won't wake him up." 

Currently, Liam grew tired of playing and curled up next to Harry laying his head on his lap watching him scroll through stuff on his iPhone. Max napped in his playpen peacefully, the whole house quite for the most part as the eldest hybrid slept off a stomach bug in the parent's room. 

When Zayn woke and came downstairs, he lifted the now asleep Liam off the couch buckling him in his swing, lifting Max into his arms bouncing gently, "Is my baby boy hungry?" Harry smiles fondly towards the man following them into the kitchen, "Louis still asleep?" Zayn nods shifting Max to his other side whilst he heated up a bottle, "He is," Zayn confirmed shaking the bottle, "I'll make him some toast, he has to wake up soon." Harry mumbles pushing the button down, "I saw Ni came in and laid down," Zayn inquires placing Max in his highchair with his bottle and cereal bites, "Yeah I figured I owed him one for getting up with both babies this morning." Harry muses glancing at a cameraman that casually strolls into the room. 

Squeezing Zayn's hand one last time, Harry winks heading upstairs with a piece of toast folded inside a paper towel. Gently pushing his way into his bedroom, Harry sits on the edge brushing the hair from Louis' forehead. 

The hybrid sucks contently on a pacifier he begged for the night before, Niall snoring soundly next to him. "Baby, you can't sleep all day," Harry whispers into his head rubbing circles in his back, "Da-daddy," Louis whimpers opening his eyes with crystal tears starting to roll down his cheeks, "Hey now, what's with the tears?" Collecting his baby in his arms, Harry sways with him taking Louis to the bathroom knowing a bath always made his day. 

"I-I see L-Lee Lee an-and Max 'too-day?" Louis asks suddenly taking his pacifier out handing it to Harry, the Daddy sighs stripping him from his pajamas, "After a bath, we'll see how you feel." The answer that sounded good enough to Harry wasn't for Louis as the boy brought his hands to his face crying in them, "Bubba come on, we're not punishing you, you're sick. You wouldn't want to make Lee or Max sick would you?" 

Louis sniffles sitting in the bath with a small pout present on his features, washing his body quickly, Harry begins on the shampoo hearing Louis start to hum once he scratches behind his ears; "Does that feel good baby?" Nodding his head, Louis glances up at his Daddy with sorry eyes, "Is I 'till icky?"

"No, I think you're okay," Harry replies kissing his forehead helping him get out and dry off. Dressing him, Harry leaves Niall to continue sleeping as he carries Louis to the living room, "Bubby!" Louis squeals rushing to Zayn's side as the man sat in his recliner. Starting to climb onto the arm of the chair, Zayn places his hand on Louis' chest causing the hybrid to protest softly, "Calm down Boo Bear you can't come running in here, you'll scare Max." Louis ignores his Papa's gentle warning and once again tries to force himself on the chair. 

Zayn reaches around smacking his backside, "Don't make me put you in the naughty corner." He growls waiting for Louis to stop whining before he spoke again, "Daddy help him get up here please." Harry smiles lifting Louis to sit on Zayn's thigh next to Max who sleepily sat in his Papa's arms his head tucked under his chin sucking on his pacifier. 

Leaning down he kisses his husbands head raising up when he hears the gasp of a cameraman, "M-my camera was on."

"And you're in my house." Niall retorts entering the room with a glare and his arms crossed, "Edit it out or don't, we're coming out this year." Louis perks up grinning, "N-no 'm-moe 'Taywor?"

"No more Bubba," Zayn answers welcoming the now awake Liam on his lap as well, "All my babies."

>I cannot tell you the last time I wrote my own prompt for this story like even in the first book, most of that book is prompts not by me. So this is a cute little idea I did all by myself :) Anyway, I'll be updating all tomorrow, if you all have prompts please drop them in the comments or message me!! Lots of Love, Emma :)