Good Enough

T w e n t y N i n e

"I can't believe he would do this to me-"

Connor spits out the water he'd just drank at the words spoken by Louis, the Papa stood at the window in the living area with his arms crossed as he surveyed the backyard with narrowed eyes. He had been relatively quiet all morning, Connor assuming he was just processing still. Clearly, the man had processed, just in the way where he could make it solely about him.

Something Louis was good at.

"You're unbelievable," Bradley mutters rolling his eyes, Louis gasps glancing over his shoulder, "I'm unbelievable-"

"They say the first step to fixing the problem is admitting you have one," Smirking at his own smart wit, Connor visibly shivers from Louis' icy glare, "Yes you are, you're making this about you." Bradley adds to his statement shoving Connors joke to the side, Louis fully turns gesturing to himself, "Isn't it?! He wants to move away from me!"

"We all do!" Connor pipes up angrily, he rises from the couch setting his glass of water on the coffee table, "You're psychotic! After James died it was like you did too." 

"Connor!" Bradley scolds, he didn't want to defend Louis at the moment, but even he thought the remark was inappropriate. Louis pales at the words, his shoulders slump, face lining with a grimace as he nods in acceptance, "If you hate it here," Louis pauses, he brings his bottom lip between his teeth as he extends his hand to stroke Connor's arm endearingly, "If you hate me so much, leave."

Exiting the room with nothing more to say on the matter, the brothers stare at one other, Bradley sighing, "Look, I'm not Papa's biggest fan," Bradley admits as he stands from the chair he perched himself in at the beginning of the morning, "But, Please don't follow in my shoes," Connor shakes his head at the plea, "Then why are you trying so hard to get Liam too?"

"I-I'm not." Scanning the room, Connor sticks his tongue against his cheek in thought, "You shouldn't have come back. You said your peace at Christmas." The oldest brother scowls, "Why shouldn't I have? Because things are just so peachy here?" Connor backs away heading to the door to leave, "No, things here suck. Things sucked Bradley, but Liam never tried to kill himself until he knew there was another life waiting for him." 

"Do you think he'll go?" Louis asked, he sits across the room on the bed whilst Harry stands in the master ensuite towel drying his hair. The husband frowns stepping into the doorframe leaning on it for support, "Is that still an option?" Louis shrugs bringing his knees to his chest, "He'll be eighteen soon,"

"He's sixteen."

"I know," Louis mumbles staring down at the covers pooled at his thighs, "So what we force him to stay home for two more years? What if he does this again?" Harry feels himself ache at the tone in Louis' voice. For the first time in years, he sounded like an actual parent, exhaustion, depression all lingered in the raspy, glass-like, tone. 

Hanging his towel up, Harry strolls to the bed sitting on the edge, "Have you spoken to him today?" Louis peers up with tears building in his eyes, "I-I can't face him." Nodding, Harry kisses his husbands temple, "I said he could go," Louis this time nods feeling his heartbreak completely, even his husband had given up. Harry, the parent Louis strived to be like at times, had folded. 

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