Keeping Up With One Direction 2

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FOURTEEN: Liam's Out

Dedicated to: limabean28 Thank you for the prompt!

Brotherly Banter was considered normal, even in the stylin household the parents never minded a little bit of shouting, only if it were in a good manner of course. Like when Liam or Louis fought over who got to hold the remote, they were both fine binge-watching Spongebob, but Louis wanted to hold the remote; and so did Liam. 

Therefore with Max sitting between them playing with the old snakie that was somehow still intact with Harry's poor sowing, the two older hybrids each tugged on different sides of the remote. 

"Give here Lee-yum!" Louis demanded, Liam growls shaking his head, "No! M-mine!" 

"No yours!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!" 

"No it not!" Louis counters, hardening his look when Liam whimpered, "Papa!" Groaning at his brother's weak cop-out, Louis let Liam hold the remote crossing his arms in a huff. He definitely didn't want Zayn to come in there. 

Though to no avail, the Papa did emerge in the room, he keeps one eyebrow raised with one hand gesturing to his belt, "Who needs it?" Instantly Liam points to Louis, the older brother scoffing returning the finger to Liam himself, "He's 'bein a ba-"

"You really are about to get it," Zayn threatens to test to see if Louis will complete a certain word, "Bully," Louis corrects tears pooling in his eyes as he's worried he's screwed his fate of ever not getting a belting this early.  

Nodding, the papa intervenes taking Max out from between the two, "Who was fighting Max?" He asks bouncing the hybrid in his arms, the youngest squeals babbling away without using any real words to explain what happened in his perspective. 

"Mhmm, I see. So Louis and Liam need to be separated? Interesting, very interesting." Zayn muses, "Louis needs to come with me?" Zayn asks sounding shocked, Louis perking up at that, "He no say that!" Liam narrows his eyes patting Zayn's thigh, "I-I come 'wif you." 

Sighing, Zayn sets Max in his playpen having the baby squeak at the toys that were strewn across the pen. Liam extends his arms making grabby hands, "Up!" He demands, pouting when Zayn scoops Louis up, "I'm sorry Bubba, Max said I needed to spend time with Louis."

"Ma-max a-a baby Pa-pa, he-he, he no 'kno." Smacking Liam's backside, Zayn points to the couch, "Go sit over there and think about what you just said." Turning the TV off, Zayn leaves the room taking Louis into his office with him. 

The eldest hybrid remains still and silent figuring this was when he would get it. He's emotionally preparing himself for the belting when instead he's turned sideways for a cuddle. Furrowing his eyebrows, Louis pushes off Zayn, "I-I no get it?"

"What don't you get?" Zayn asks meeting his son's eyes, "N-no it?"

"It what?" 

"it!" Louis exclaims motioning to Zayn's belt, "No bubba you're not getting it, you didn't call Liam a baby. You were a good brother and you found another word. You still shouldn't be calling your brother names, but Papa gets it. He has siblings too."

See, Zayn was left alone at the house today, Harry went to visit Anne, and Niall left to see a few of his friends. Something that the Papa was merely fine with considering that none of his kids truly tested him anymore. 

Or at least he thought.

Liam soon is knocking on the door huffing when Zayn calls for him to come in, and he sees his older brother taking all of Zayn's lap to himself. The man was Liam's Papa and no one else's.