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all three of the boys are startled when they hear their dad's angry voice suddenly as he enters into the room. eyes widening when they see his furious expression—swearing you could roast marshmallows on his forehead with the imaginary steam rising from his head. they all know that someone in that room at that moment was in trouble, and there's a belt around zayn's waist waiting to be used on an ass.

louis' eyes widen even more because zayn is staring right at him when he had asked the question and he thinks, oh shit, his ass will be grass in a second here if he doesn't answer zayn right now. louis may act like a tough teen, but when it came down to facing an angry dad with a belt, that act flew right out the window and no where to be found. "i- i said-" louis starts with a stutter, but he is immediately cut off.

"hush." zayn says with his jaw clenched. his glare moving from louis to harry now. harry swallows, shrinking under his gaze and ducking his head. zayn motions harry over with the finger. harry bites his lip and slowly goes to zayn. zayn grips his chin forcing harry to look into his eyes. "don't you dare lie to me harry, are you in here having sex?"

harry quickly shakes his head, "n-no." he squeaks out. zayn narrows his eyes.

"are you lying?"

"n-no daddy, i- i didn't." harry says. zayn leans up, still keeping his eyes trained on harry with a hard expression. he then grabs harry's wrist firmly, and starts to pull him towards the door.

"you and i are about to have a little chat." zayn tells him, tugging harry towards his room. harry whimpers, trying to keep up with zayn's fast pace as he is tugged firmly in behind him. when they enter harry's room, zayn shuts the door behind him. harry is standing there with his hands clasped in front of him, watching zayn nervously. zayn is about to walk them over to his bed, so that they could sit down and talk. until he spots something lying in the middle of harry's bed, bunched up in harry's blanket. he goes over and grabs it, his blood is steaming hot when he sees what it is.

harry's eyes widen when he realizes he had left the lube on his bed and never put it back. it looked very bad on his part. zayn feels around on the bed, he can feel part of harry's sheets are wet in one area (you can only imagine what he thought that wet spot was). he is about to completely blow his top, he is seething. zayn turns around, furious, more pissed than harry's ever seen him. he holds out the bottle. "harry, what the fuck is this huh? what the fuck have you been doing?!" zayn asks, raising his voice. harry shakes his head fast.

"n-nothing nothing daddy, i didn't do anything!" harry says, tears building up in his eyes. his eyes widen when he sees zayn discard the lube bottle onto the floor, and starts removing his belt—why did he always have to wear a belt? it was never a good sight. zayn was agitated, things just didn't add up in his head and harry wasn't telling him anything, which in zayn's mind was a sign of guilt. it made him beyond pissed to think that harry is having sex, when he knows better.

"we're gonna see about that once i'm done wearing your ass out." zayn says, storming over to harry and snatching his arm. harry whimpers, shaking his head quickly. now would be a great time to tell zayn what he really did, but he doesn't get a chance when he is quickly pulled by him arm and turned to the side. seconds later he feels the sting of the belt coming in contact with his butt, making a 'thwack' sound. harry cries out loudly, reaching to cover his butt, but zayn is quick to move his hands out of the way and hold his arms as he brings the belt down again against harry's butt. harry's butt was already sore due to the activity from earlier and this was making it hurt twice as bad. harry's already sobbing by the third spank, squirming and jumping around to escape the belt.