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it's been three days, three whole days on punishment for harry, he felt like he was dying already. he was so bored, he literally couldn't do anything. anything that involved 'fun' was not allowed. this was killing him and to think he still had eleven more days of sitting around the house and doing nothing was despairing— yes, harry is being dramatic, but he was about to lose his mind. you would think in such a big house with plenty of things to do, he wouldn't be so bored. but, he wasn't allowed to do nothing.

he couldn't go into the theater, or the game room, or to the pool (or outside in general), and he couldn't even play with his brothers. this sucked. harry had to deal with it though, he was a bad little boy, so he was paying the price for it now. the only thing that made this punishment triple times worse however, was the fact that zayn was being distant from harry. he wasn't so much interacting with harry. he could get a good morning, a hug, and a goodnight, but throughout the day, nothing.

harry couldn't tell whether this was part of the punishment or if it was because zayn was still fed up with him, but either way it made harry sad. he wishes he hadn't made his baba so mad at him, he wishes he could take it back, but unfortunately he didn't exactly have a time machine. harry was just not having a good week at all. he was throwing up and feverish through most of it, now he was grounded for what felt like forever and bored out of control, in addition to having technically the silent treatment from zayn. since when did harry stop being god's favorite?

harry was currently in his room, lying on his back on the floor, flailing his arms and legs making imaginary snow angels on the floor. he'd just got done eating a small lunch which was a muffuletta grilled cheese— and it tasted wonderful. once he had finished up, he went back into his room to sulk about. it was a little past one in the afternoon now, and harry was so bored. he doesn't know how long he stayed up in his room today, he didn't actually have to stay here, but what else was there to do?

harry let's out a loud dramatic huff, before sitting up off the floor and looking around his room. the only things that are left in his room to do are: draw in his sketchbook, read a book, sleep or stare at the wall. none of those things sparked his interest at the moment, so instead he stands to his feet and decides to go see what everyone is up to. firstly, he goes to big brother louis' room, knocking lightly on the door. he places his ear against the door, he can hear music rock playing moderately loud and the faint sounds of voices followed by footsteps. louis swings the door open and looks down at harry, narrowing his eyes.

"what do you want kid?" louis asked. harry can faintly see a pretty girl sitting over on louis' bed, and he tilts his head curiously. he looks back up at louis and gives him puppy eyes.

"can i come in?"

"hell no, i'm with eleanor right now." louis tells him. harry pouts.

"please lou, i'm soooo bored. i will be quiet." harry begs.

"no, we're doing something." louis replies. harry's eyes widen slightly in curiosity.

"are you going to do sex?" harry asked. eleanor covers her mouth, trying to cover up a loud laugh that wanted to escape. louis' face flames and he glares harshly at harry.

"no, you nosy little shit." he says before slamming the door in his face. harry's shoulders slump, but he sighs and runs off to go see what niall is doing. unfortunately, niall wasn't in his room, he was currently situated in the game room with the door closed. there is a big sign on the door that says 'harry may not enter'. harry pokes his lip out, standing at the door awkwardly.

harry huffs, turning around and heads towards the staircase to go find out what his dads are doing. when he makes it downstairs, he sees liam sitting on the sofa with a drink in his hand, eyes trained on the tv. harry makes his towards him.

"papa, where's daddy?" harry asks. liam looks up at harry, smiling softly.

"daddy went to the store bud, he'll be back in a little." liam tells him.

"oh." harry replies, sounding like a little child. "can i watch tv with you papa?"

"you're not allowed to watch tv, baby." liam says. harry pokes out his lip.

"pleaseee papa, i am so bored."

"you're supposed to be bored love, that's part of your punishment." liam says. harry falls down on the sofa next to liam dramatically, his body lying over liam's lap. liam raises an eyebrow at his son.

"but i'm dying papa. there's nothing to dooo." harry whines. liam chuckles, brushing his fingers through harry's unruly curls.

"you'll survive." liam tells him. harry pouts, groaning deeply. harry resorts to wrapping his arms around liam's waist and burying his face into his stomach, just lying down quietly. liam smiles fondly at him, leaning over slightly to grab the remote and switch the tv off and then place it back down next to him. he rubs his hand up and down harry's back gently. "you'll be just fine."

"papi, does daddy hate me now?" harry asks, pulling his face from liam's stomach slightly.

"why would you think that?"

"he does not cuddle with me, or give me kisses, he's really mean." harry pouts. liam shakes his head.

"harry, you know zayn loves you very much, he always will. he is just dealing with a lot right now, so he's a grumpy pants, but it doesn't mean he hates you."

"so he is not still mad at me?"

"no baby, he's not mad at you. you have nothing to worry about."

"okay." harry smiles, snuggling his face back into liam's stomach. liam chuckles softly, patting harry's back gently. only a few moments later does he pull back again to look up at liam. "can we just watch a little bit of tv before daddy gets home? pleaseee, he doesn't havta know." trying to persuade liam with big doe eyes and pouty lips.

liam laughs, "no can do, buddy." harry sighs softly.

"it was worth a try."

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😂 since there's been lots of drama lately i just went with a little lighthearted chapter with a little lirry moment and adorable harry. hope you liked xx