Keeping Up With One Direction 2

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TWENTY : Christmas Tree Oh Christmas Tree

If Harry had it his way the Christmas tree would already be up sparkling with warm lights, golden and white ornaments glistening from the branches, the beautiful new tree skirt he had bought wrapped around snugly with all the boys presents they'd bought tucked under. 

His house would resemble a Christmas catalog for the next two months if Harry had the upper hand in forgoing Thanksgiving.

Instead, it's six days after thanksgiving when Zayn is lounging on the couch that he raises an eyebrow scanning the room, "Why don't we have a tree up yet?"

In the upstairs bathroom, a squeal rings through the house, Harry hurrying into the room with suds on his hands as he'd been playing boats with Liam and Max, "Will you go cut us one down?!"

Niall's strolling into the room, Louis leading him as he shows his other two fathers his completed worksheets, "Why don't we all go? It would be fun to see the boys all pick out a tree." Harry's face falls at the idea, "But it's cold, and-"

"You want me to go cut down a tree and haul it in by myself, but you won't go because it's cold?" Zayn retorts, Harry smirks folding his arms over his chest, "You could've gone when it was warmer but heaven forbid we have a decorated house for Thanksgiving." 

Louis huffs stomping his feet as he brings the paper in front of his face, "See?!"

Zayn frowns taking the sheet from the hybrid's hands, "Looks great Lou," he mutters directing his words towards Harry once more, "Harry you wanted to move to America, you suggested we celebrate American Holidays." 

"Plenty of Americans put the tree up the day after Halloween!" Niall sighs pinching the bridge of his nose, "We're all going tomorrow morning. I'll find us a spot," Zayn and Harry share a look before scoffing in unison at their husband, "Well who put you in charge of making the plan?" Niall groans, "Oh don't start-"

"Maybe I wanted to go by myself, it would be faster," Zayn mumbles shrugging as he adjusts on the couch once Louis climbs on his lap, Niall's jaw drops, "Are you both fucking serious?!-"

"Niall! Louis is in here!" Harry scolds, Zayn makes the move to cover Louis' fluffy ears glaring at his younger husband. 

The Irish lad nods chewing the inside of his cheek, "We're bringing this up in therapy. You two can't agree for shit until I step in. Today I decided to take charge and look where it gets me." Turning on his heel he storms from the room throwing his hands up surrendering from the bickering. 

Harry juts his bottom lip out staring at Zayn, "We can agree."

"Of course we can agree, I agreed to marry you." Harry rolls his eyes turning to return upstairs, "You're so full of it." 

"Lalalalalala I no 'ear 'yousss!" Liam sings cupping his ears as he kicks his legs in his car seat, Louis is glaring daggers towards his little brother that shows off his newly learned way to piss Louis off. Zayn chuckles in the driver's seat hearing Liam sing, "Zayn don't condone this, Liam stop." Harry chastises smacking Liam's thigh warningly. The middle hybrid testingly smiles knowing how cute he was, "Dada!" Liam squeaks giggling when Louis groans, "Hush!" 

Niall is the last to enter the Suburban, he has Max wrapped in a blanket as he buckles him into his own car seat sliding to the back next to Louis. 

Unlike what Harry or Zayn wanted, the Stylin family was piled into Zayn's suburban that morning off to find a Christmas tree to chop.

Turning the radio on Harry lets soft Christmas tunes fill the ride. All was calm until Louis leans over to Niall asking him something about his game, "I don't know buddy," Niall mumbles eyes focused on his own phone. The hybrid notices sighing, "Daddy?"

"What Bubba?"

"How do I beat t-this level? It's ha-"

"Lalalalalalalala!" Liam cuts his brother off bursting into giggles, Max copying Liam as he too begins singing.

"S-'top it!" Louis demands, Niall, snapping his head up chewing his bottom lip to stop the smile, Zayn snorts covering his mouth to muffle the laughs as Harry to clears his throat to stop to from cooing, "Liam Stylin I said stop that, it's not nice." He hardens his stare seeing the hybrid nod rubbing his own ears from being scolded, "What did you want to know Lou Lou?"

The hybrid crosses his arms tossing the phone he had in his hands to the floor of the Van, "'Nofin!" 

Braking abruptly at a stoplight, Zayn snaps his fingers demanding attention, "Boy don't think I won't hesitate to pull over and beat your ass. Pick that phone up, hand it to Baba. We are going to have a good day as a family, get over it." Leaving no room for protests, Niall even shrinks into his seat at how good Zayn sounded when he was being a Papa. 

Taking the phone from Louis, Niall ruffles Louis' hair, "Aren't you excited to help Papa carry the tree?"

"No." 

"Lewis!" Zayn barks from upfront, Louis huffs watching out the window, "I me-an y-yes." 

Making it to the tree farm in one piece, a struggle with three hybrids and three husbands that all want to bicker, Zayn stands Liam on the ground slapping his backside, "Stop bullying your brother." Louis pouts, "H-he not 'bulling me," 

"That's why I said 'bullying' quit arguing." Taking each boys hand, Zayn waits for Niall to get Max settled in the double stroller before gesturing forward, "Let's pick a tree boys," Harry readies his phone grinning as he photographs his babies.

The papa freezes when his eyes spot the tallest tree among the few to pick from, "That's too big Zayn,-"

"that's what he said," Zayn muses in return, Niall smacking his arm, "the last thing Liam needs to repeat is that." Harry sighs shrugging in reply, "If that's the tree you want I'm fine with it. You'll be the one putting the lights on it." Louis gasps bouncing on his heels, "I-I hang 'tha 'ornamands?" 

"Ornaments, and yes baby, we'll hang them all tonight."

Returning to the Stylin house, Zayn ropes Niall into helping him carry the tree inside as Harry lays Max down for a nap, Liam following close behind. Louis stands in the living room surveying his father's work, "We make pretty now?" Niall smirks scooping the hybrid in his arms, "We're going to wait for brothers to wake from their nap and then we can make the tree pretty." 

>I don't want to drag this chapter on forever so I'll divide it into parts because it's honestly such a cute prompt. They didn't want to be named, so I won't, but thank you for the idea! I love Christmas themed prompts! All the Love, Emma :)