Niall POV
I wake up from the coldness around me knowing it should be dad beside me. I roll over and yelp at the sharp pain that shoots up from my ass. "F**k...what the hell" I groan out, running my hand over my ass, feeling the butt plug holding in dads cum. I softly smile remembering last night, but wonder how im going to get out of bed.
I hear My older brother Zayn yelling at dad, which instantly means Zayn is drunk and/or high. How typical. I swing my feet from the edge on the bed onto my cool hardwood floor. Instantly I flinch as a sharp pain flows up my body from the pressure on my arse. Groaning I slowly lift myself up from the bed, taking a few steps at a time to ease the pain. "Shut up Dad!!!!" I hear Zayn slur out at our father. Peeking around the corner I see Zayn being helped onto the couch as dad has to dodge sloppy punches from him. "Dad...Do you need help?" I softly ask, praying it won't get him angry with me. Dad nods with a small smile at the edge of his lips. "Ok..I will put on some tea, to help with his soon to happen hangover" I say softly and dad quietly chuckles. "Can you get a cold cloth for me Ni?" dad says as I fill the kettle with water. "Sure dad!" I say a bit louder as I make my way into the wash room. "Vas happenin....hahaha, you got curly locks daddy" Zayn slurs towards our father, clearly going into his mushy, lovey stage of being drunk. I softly giggle to myself and walk down to dad with the cold cloth. "You putting that on his forehead? Won't that be really cold for him" I ask a it concerned about my bigger brother. Dad nods and puts the cloth onto his forehead, instantly Zayn wrinkles his nose up at the coldness trying to make dad take it off. "He will be ok, just might have a whack headache in the mornin" Dad responds as I watch Zayn wiggle and curl up to the blanket.
"Let's get you back to bed Niall" Dad says softly as he follows me up the stairs towards my room. "Thanks for the help Ni, that was very nice." I smile up at dad, proud he thought of me like that. "Thanks....Night daddy" I say softly to him as he walks to his room.
~Morning~ Around 9am~
Zayn POV
I slowly let my eyes open, my head pounding with pain. The tv is on, showing morning cartoons. Laughter drowns out the tv noise as i turn my head to look at my younger brother. His eyes light up "Daddy! Daddy! He woke up!" Niall runs off, i guess towards where our father was. Sitting up softly, the now warm cloth falls onto my bare skin. I huff, seeing it. I hate being treated like a baby. I stand up and slowly make my way into the kitchen. "I'm coming Ni, Im going." I hear dad yell out as Niall shuffles back to find me. "Sup lil bro" I say, but he doesn't even notice my words. Niall grabs pain killers, fills a glass with water and sets it on the table. I know they are for me so i mutter a thanks and take them quickly as Dad walks in. "Morning Z" Dad says as he goes to the kettle, grabbing down a few mugs. "listen, I'm really sorry about last night. My girl left me, so I kinda flipped." I rub my neck, letting my gaze fall to the floor. "It's not right for you little brother to see you like that" Dad turns around, voice stern. "How could you do that Zayn, you are a role model for your younger brother! I don't want him to be like you, at all" My jaw drops, not expecting Dad to say something like that. "What...what are you saying? I want to be a good role model for him! I love him for fucks sake! I love him and you don't care about me! If you want, don't talk to me, or even notice me. I am done trying to please you" I snap out, turning to the stairs to where Niall ran to. "and I am going to go see him right now." I walk up the stairs quickly, turning to his door.
