Keeping Up With One Direction 2

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SEVENTEEN: Families Fears

"Why don't go you first, show little brothers how it's done?" Niall suggests, rubbing his sobbing eldest sons bare hip. Another cry echos through the room, Louis' heart-wrenching whines slurring his plea for his Daddy. 

Niall sighs rubbing his temple, "Lou we've already told you that Daddy is busy today," Truth be told, Harry's "busy" excuse was a total lie as he ran to his mothers house for the day because he himself couldn't handle the dentist, much less force his three boys to face the dreaded doctor. 

Currently, Zayn bounced both his younger boys on his lap, Max suckling on a bottle while Liam held his snake, all three watching Louis' meltdown as he was informed of the day's event. It was evident Louis shared his Daddy's fear of the dentist as the minute Niall announced with the cheeriest tone he could muster, Louis threw himself to the floor with sobs producing from him at ear-aching volumes.  

Groaning as he rises, Niall scoops Louis into his arms kissing his cheeks until they held a rosy tint, he carries him to his bedroom where Harry had laid his clothes out for the day, "Lou, Bubba, it was only a suggestion." Niall reminds scratching behind his oldest's ear hoping to hear his sweet purr. 

Louis pushes his baba's hands away continuing to only beg for his Daddy, "I have to get you dressed, baby." Niall tries to soothe him, grabbing the joggers and sweatshirt, he silently thanks Harry for laying out simple clothes knowing anything too complicated would only irritate Louis more. 

As Louis resumes fighting Niall, the baba steps aside pushing a pacifier between Louis' lips, "Okay, we're going to let Papa dress you then." Leaving Louis to lay fussing on his bed, he returns to the living room. Zayn lifts his head furrowing his eyebrows when he doesn't see Louis, "Still fighting?"

"He wants Harry," Niall replies sadly, opening his arms to take Max, "Well we don't always get everything we want, do we?"

Niall huffs stopping his husband that reaches for his belt, "He's scared, don't punish him for showing his emotions. Remember what Jen said?"

Zayn rolls his eyes strolling to Louis' room with Liam in tow, Jen was the families therapist, a newly assigned position, one position Zayn hated. He didn't think that the family needed a certain woman to talk too when they had three free ones - Anne, Maura, and Trisha. 

"If you need to rant call your mum,"

"It's not the same Zayn," Harry mutters pulling his hair into a bun at the top of his head, he smiles glancing at Liam that sat in his highchair copying his Daddy by trying to pull at his own hair that Zayn had just trimmed, "Sorry baby, your hair isn't quite long enough," Harry giggles, Zayn hums thoughtfully as if he'd just solved his marriage crisis, "Well why not call MY mother?" 

"That's not how this works!" 

Needless to say, the family has been through three sessions, each time Harry and Niall leaving the room with tissues crumpled in their hands, and Zayn left to tend to the kids. He didn't feel the need to get anything out of the session, he didn't feel his marriage had hit the point of needing counseling. 

Entering the room, Zayn crosses his arms seeing Louis bawling into his teddy bear, "Have we gone down in age? Louis stop throwing a fit," Softly chastising him, Liam pats his Papa's leg in passing as he climbs on top of the bed next to his brother. Gently removing the toy from his face, Liam grins down at him, 

"'Eek-aboo!"

Zayn chuckles patting Louis' thigh, "Liam's playing Peek-a-boo bubba, you used to love that game," pulling his sweatpants he'd slept in off him, Zayn smacks Louis' backside when the hybrid growls at Liam that again tried to play with him, "Don't be mean because you're upset." Grimacing at the joggers that laid on the bed, Zayn shakes his head pulling jeans from the wardrobe in the room, "Liam go get me Bubba's shoes."