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Chapter 9 - I Need Your Love 

"Why thank you Liam," Jeremy beamed, entering the Payne-Malik house. Niall closed the door softly and immediately bolted towards the stairs feeling Jeremy's eyes burning holes on his back. But before he could go up the stairs, Harry came limping down. The two brothers exchange worried glances with each other, each has their own reason to feel anxious. 

"Who's this?" Zayn entered the unfolding scene, holding a cup of hot tea. He wasn't really fond of night visits from anyone because night time is dedicated for him to catch up with every member of his family, or to spend some quality time with his husband watching awful TV shows. 

"I'm Jeremy, Mr-" Jeremy trailed off, not knowing who's the black haired man in front of him. Their uncle? Father's friend? 

"Zayn Payn-Malik," Zayn informed, shaking Jeremy's hand firmly with his free hand. 

"Ohhh right," Jeremy finally managed to put the puzzle together, "Harry's other father. Very nice to finally meet you," 

"You're here to see Harry?" Zayn inquired. 

"Yes sir," He said, turning to Harry "Oh by the way Harry, how's your tattoo?" 

"TATTOO?" Zayn roared, glaring at a deflating and horrified Harry. 

I hate that boy, Harry groaned internally.   

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"Yeah, got it at my uncle's Tattoo Parlour. Made it myself," Jeremy added slowly, sensing there's something wrong with the whole situation. I wasn't suppose to mention about the tattoo, am I? Jeremy thought internally.  

"Harry where did you meet this boy?" Liam asked skeptically, thinking how Harry end up knowing a boy that works in a tattoo parlour. 

"Actually," Jeremy piped in, before Harry could answer his father. "I met Niall at a party,.. right Niall?" 

"A WHAT?" This time, it was Liam's voice roared throughout the living room. "Which party is he talking about Niall James Javadd Payne-Malik?" Liam asked furiously, looking at his youngest son.  

Shit! I shouldn't have mentioned that too right? Jeremy inwardly groaned, my Snow-bun will hate me forever now. Niall send a fierce death glare at Jeremy, but he just find it cute as hell but Niall cringed when he realize that Dad was still staring at him, waiting for an answer. 

"Well,..would you look at the time, I think they're showing the new season of New Girl today, I almost forgot. See you later Har-Har, Snow-Bun. It was nice to meet you Mr. and Mr. Malik-Payne," 

"It's Payne-Malik," Zayn corrected the boy with a scowl on his face. 

"Ah right, My deepest apoligies Mr. and Mr. Payne-Malik," Jeremy blushed a tad "I'll show myself out, good evening!" 

"Living room,...now," Zayn announced almost too clamly  and their fathers walked shoulder hunched into the living room. Niall and Harry stared at each other worriedly before Harry reaching out for Niall's hand and dragged him towards the living room. 

Just like when they were little, walking hand-in-hand, head bowed down for breaking the the lamp playing football. 

***  

"I'm very flattered you put our family initials as your first tattoo but you're sixteen Harry, sixteen!" Zayn paced back and forth, running his fingers through his raven hair as Niall and Harry sat on the couch and Liam sitting on the recliner. When Harry was forced to show his tattoo, Niall really thought that it was cool but Zayn begged to differ. 

"It's one tattoo Papa," Harry tried to reason but Zayn shot him a glare that says 'Shut up I'm still talking here'. 

"One thing will lead to another Harry," He growled. "And where did you even get this tattoo Harry? Why did you even get one? I didn't raise you to be a delinquent Harreh!" 

"Dad told me you got your first tattoo when you were fifteen," Harry grumbled, causing Zayn to stop pacing. He hated his past and he certainly hates it when his own son reminded him of it. 

"I made a lot of mistake back then Harry.I was foolish, I was lost and I wasn't really proud of my past. My father didn't love me enough to care about what I did, who were my friends, not even my well being. I don't want you to repeat the same mistake I did Harry. Your my son and I love you so  much. I don't want you to go down the path that I did,"  

The short speech rendered Harry speechless and feeling guilty. He should not have bring up his Papa's past because that man raised him with love and care. Zayn may be strict, but he does t because he didn't want anything to happen to his sons.  

"Sorry Papa," Harry breaths out "I promise that I-I-I uhhh,..." 

"I'm not saying that you can't have tattoos Harry," Zayn knelt down in front of Harry, taking his son hand in his. "Just wait until you're an adult yeah? Wait until you're not influenced by your raging teenage hormones," 

"Okay," Harry replied. 

"Good boy," Zayn smiled, kissing Harry's forehead "You're grounded for two months," 

"What?! B-But Papa-" 

"Talk back to me again and I'll make it four," Zayn warned. 

"Two months isn't that long," Harry chuckled nervously. "I'll take it," 

"Good,..now go to your room," Zayn sighed pinching the bridge of his nose "I need to deal with my second baby-rebel," 

"Tell me Niall,..how did you end up in a high school party?" Liam asked looking directly at Niall. "Surely your brother didn't have anything to do with this," 

"They're not!" Niall answered quickly, not wanting to drag his brothers into his mess "It was all my fault," 

"Enlighten me," Zayn spoke.  

"Well,..."

***

Louis walked home with a stupid grin on his face and an Iron Man action figure in his hand courtesy of Tyler. Louis wanted Tyler to have his football, because Tyler seemed to really like playing football. The look of happiness when Louis told him that he could keep the football was priceless; he immediately hugged Louis and ran into his and Marcel's room, running out with an action figure in his hand. Tyler was very adamant on Louis having his Iron Man action figure, because he didn't want anything in return but when Tyler's eye turned glossy, Louis immediately agreed to have the action figure; the small boy have him wrapped around his small figure. He also liked that the whole time he was talking or playing with Tyler, Marcel was smiling and laughing with them. Louis tried to have a conversation with him, but Marcel usually just shrugged or replied with one word or two. Louis suspected that he was ashamed with his stuttering problem. Louis sighed in disappointment, because he really want to get to know Marcel better, because the moment Louis knew the simple name, everything has changed.  

As he was walking down the drive way of his home, he could faintly hear Zayn yelling about something. Ughh did Niall play with the furnace again? Or did Harry deleted Papa's Law And Order  that he recorded in the DVR?  Not wanting to be involved with the drama, Louis avoided the front door and went around the house, climbing on the steel pipes on the side of the house, reaching the roof connected to his bedroom. He didn't want to be in his room yet, so he opted to sit on the rooftop.  

It was a very dark night with stars peeking through the black clouds as if they were playing hide and seek, the moon was completely hidden behind the clouds. This is Louis 'Thinking Spot'; he'll sit here for hours, thinking about his problems and stuff, or when he just want to be alone. 

Marcel........is it weird that he finds Marcel's stutters cute as a button? And his energetic brother reminds him of himself when he was little. It was clear to him that the feelings that he has for Marcel weren't friendly ones; he desperately want those lips against his, and could see them naked in bed, talking about politics because it makes Marcel happy. Louis could see him doing stuff together with Marcel, and it felt right. He wasn't sure about his sexuality -whether he's gay, straight or bisexual- and frankly he doesn't care. he already knew that his parents won't have any problem with him being gay, but what will his friends think?   

"Lou?" Harry's deep voice jolted him back into reality, nearly causing him to fall of the roof. 

"Jesus Haz,...Try not to sneak up on me when I'm sitting on the roof yeah?" Louis scolded, readjusting himself. 

"Sorry," Harry mumbled, his head poking through Louis' bedroom window. He was trying to find the right words to apologize to his brother, and figuring out what could he say to take back all those words he said. He watches as Louis gracefully entered his room through the window, lightly shoving his brother aside, his brain still working on constructing the perfect sentence. 

"What do you want Harry," Louis' voice was cold and distant as he took off his shirt and pants, changing into his pyjamas. 

"I w-want to say-" 

"You're sorry?" Louis guessed, sarcasm evident in his tone. 

"Uh, yeah," 

"Then save it," Louis said coldly 

"But I really am Lou," Harry pleaded. He already had a bad day with Jeremy and he was also grounded for two months; he really need something to cheer him up. "I really didn't mean those words I said. They weren't even true!" 

"Really?" Louis asked, facing his brother. "Funny because they sounded like you really mean it. Do you how it hurts me that you think I would put my brothers second on the list? Do you know how  much I care about you Harry?" 

"I do...I really do," Harry croaked, he was on the brink of crying his heart out for Louis forgiveness. "Since the day we ran away from that orphanage, I remember all the things you did for me. Each time your searched for food and water, you gave them all to me, and-" 

"Please don't bring that up," Louis cuts him off, rubbing his eyes furiously. Papa isn't the only one with a bad past, Louis and Harry shared quite a scarred past but Louis remembered a large portion of it because he was older whne it happen "I want to forget those times Haz," 

"I'm not trying to," Harry reasoned "All I'm saying that I'm an asshole that doesn't think when he speaks. You have always been my guardian angel Lou, and now your Niall's guardian angel too. I'm not making any sense but-" 

"Come here you dork," Louic chuckled with teary eyes as he engulfed a surprised Harry into his arms. "You were never good with speeches Haz,..in fact you're terrible at it,..but I guess I shouldn't take it to the heart whatever comes out of your stupid mouth," 

"So am I forgiven?" Harry asked carefully. 

"My laundry for a week," Louis grinned. 

"Three days and you can borrow my Wii set," 

"Deal," Louis smiled. 

*** 

"Why did Mr. O'Brien canceled his class today?" Niall whispered to Archie as they copied the Biology noted on the whiteboard. His classmates were more than happy to get two free periods because apparently Mr. O'Brien was too ill to teach. Niall swore that he saw Mr. O'Brien during lunch 

"I'm not sure,...but I heard rumours that some student heard Mr. O'Brien crying this morning in the art workshop," Archie replied nonchalantly, trying hard no to show Niall how irritated he was. He was still struggling to 

"He was crying?!" 

"Rumours Nialler, rumours," Archie shook his head at his best friend's antics. 

"I'm gonna skip the next period, so cover for me yeah?" Niall whispered close into Archie's ears, seding chills down his spine, a very likeable and addictive chills.  

"Anything for you Nialler," Archie smiled at Niall, but inside, he was dying slowly. 

As planned, Niall skipped his next period to visit Mr. O'Brien. He walked hastily towards Mr. O'Brien's art workshop, wanting to found tp make sure that he was okay. Naill loved staring at Mr. O'Brien's cute and quirky way, and not to mention that he looked extremely sexy when he puts on his glasses. Without knocking, Niall burst into the art workshop and saw that Mr. O'Brien was sitting on on his swivel chair with his head tilted backwards and and his hands folded behind his head. Upon hearing the door bursting open, Mr. O'Brien's head snapped towards the door, only to find one of his favourite -not that he has ever told him- student standing there, looking at him intently. Niall noticed that his eyes were slightly swollen and blood-shot, making him look even hotter, not to mention that he was only wearing a thin V-neck t-shirt.  

"Why did you cancel the class today Mr. O'Brien?" Niall asked as he walked up to the man, then proceeded to sit on his desk, their legs inches apart. 

"Aww,..did you miss me?" Mr. O'Brien asked teasingly. 

"Well,..kind of," Niall replied, his cheeks reddening "Were you crying Mr. O'Brien? Your eyes are red and a tad swollen" 

"Kind of," Mr. O'Brien admitted "And can you like, call me Dylan? Mr. O'Brien sounds terrible," 

"Well, I think it's a cute name,....Dylan," Niall smiled widely, feeling giddy that Mr. O'Brien is letting him use his first name. 

"Thanks,...my girlfriend cheated on me with my cousin last night," Dylan blurted out, causing Niall to choke on his own spit. He didn't even know that Mr. O'Brien had a girlfriend! 

"Yeah, walked in on them doing it doggy style on out bed," Dylan sighed. "Fuck, I feel so worthless," 

"She's stupid you know," Niall blurted out without thinking, emitting a small chuckle from Dylan. 

"Really now?" 

"Y-Yeah,..because you're.....cute," Niall mentally face-palms. Cute? Really Niall? 

"She's stupid because I'm cute?" Dylan humoured. 

"No!" Niall groaned, blushing profusely. "You-You're,..You are ughh!" 

Unable to control himself, Niall launched himself at Dylan, attacking his lips. He straddled his art teacher on the swivel chair and grabbed his t-shirt, forcing their mouths to mold with each other and to his surprise, Dylan kissed him back almost instantly. The kiss was sloppy, filled with teethes and tongues and definitely filled with hunger. Niall, being the inexperienced boy he was, tried hard to catch up with Dylan's pace, as the older lad practically devours his students mouth. 

Soon, Dylan's shirt was gone and the front side of Niall's button up shirt was exposed the two hormonal lad explored each others bodies, their hungry mouths remained attached. Niall was more than excited to finally see and touch his teacher muscular body that was always hidden under his clothes; Dylan wasn't really bulky or too muscular but his does have a prominent six-pack and two muscular pecs that Niall loves to grope. Dylan on the other hand, was ecstatic to feel the smooth, creamy pale skin rubs against his. His favorite part would be Niall's cute small nipples; he loves pinching them, emitting moans and squeaks from his student, making his dick grew hard. 

"Damn Niall," Dylan panted, pulling away after ten minutes of heavy snogging, resting his forehead on Niall's. 

"She's stupid,..She's stupid because you're a hell of a kisser Dylan," Niall panted, nipping Dylan's bottom lips playfully. 

"I would like to hear you scream Niall," Dylan whispers hotly into Niall's ear. 

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