Passing the kitchen, Liam raises an eyebrow when Louis' voice raises in volume, he hadn't called for the boy, yet the tone captures his attention.
"Papa?" Liam returns stepping onto the tiled floor, "Of course he'll be going! We'll all be attending." The man stands leaning against the counter, his phone on speaker as he flips through a folder laid in front of him. Stacks of paper are sorted in different piles, Liam strolls over glancing at the photos mixed with letters.
Louis' arm snakes around Liam's waist squeezing his side, "We look forward to seeing you,"
"This will be the party to beat." The line disconnects on both ends, Louis smiling softly at his youngest, "Good Afternoon, baby." At the chirp greeting, Liam uneasily offers a small "hello" followed with, "What's all this?"
"Daddy and I are throwing a New Years party, that everyone will come too." Louis announces, he flashes a signature smirk towards Harry that stalks in, "Hey Bubba,"
A week.
7 Days.
168 hours have passed since Connor and Bradley departed from the Styles' Household. In the time Liam hadn't returned to school or strayed from Louis' eyesight for that matter. The two have formed what some would call a bond, a true father and son bond. Louis sat next to Liam as the two gushed over Hallmark movies, laid in the same bed glazing over photo albums Liam used to flick through alone just trying to piece parts of his Papa's life together.
Suddenly the pieces stretched, they widened to fit Liam.
The puzzle Liam had concerned himself with snapped together in a milky haze with laughter and only small bursts of emotional as mostly Louis had a smile glued on. Certain day's he'd fall off but with a small break, he'd return to the room clapping his hands.
"W-will my brothers be coming?"
"I don't know," Louis mutters scrolling through his phone, his hand retracts from Liam's skin, the loss of touch lingering on Liam's hip, "Papa," he croaks, eyes flickering to the man that lifts his head with simple eyes of wonder, "D-do you want me to invite them?"
An olive branch.
Liam had gotten increasingly well at extending those.
Or so he'd done better at voicing to himself in the shower how to extend an Olive Branch.
Usually, in his head, he's speaking to Niall at school again, or he'd ring him on the phone, however, the contact he continually pulls up is never followed through with a text or call. Instead, he locks the phone as if he had no other reason to look at such a screen.
"If you want," Louis' aloof voice strikes Liam as he furrows his eyebrows, "Lee maybe it's too soon," Harry's voice is the last answer to the good-intention question, it is flat and gives no room for discussion on the matter.
The chocolate eyes of Liam falter from his fathers emerald to the oceanic ones Louis wears so subtly, "What would you like for dinner, love?"
As quickly as the interaction is begun, Liam is tossed between the two parents as Harry and Louis begin deciding what they'd like for dinner. The easy answer for chicken is chosen, each person taking the assigned chair. He's spaciously sandwiched between his Daddy and Papa, each at corresponding heads of the table, Liam resting in the middle.
His head is low, conversation light.
Louis is losing himself, Liam knows he's needing a break and frankly he's kicking himself for evening bringing his brothers into this. It's a pattern that Louis' only falls when someone new is brought into the painted picture.
Currently, the masterpiece he's pieced together is himself, Harry, and Liam.
No room for others.
>Emma :)
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Good Enough
Fanfiction"It'll never be enough," "Of course you're enough-" "To Zayn, b-but, but I'll never be Good Enough for you."
