The poor kid is gonna have to live with being called Bear Payne for the rest of his life. Lmao, good luck to him.

Writing chapters is getting harder and harder, especially since barely anyone is reading now and I'm getting like zero comments, so if the chapters are shit or really short Im sorry but it's only because I have no motivation to write whatsoever and I'm okay writing so I can finish this up.

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Niall ends up staying for far longer than 3 days.

And at this stage, Fletcher has stopped counting how many days that his uncle Niall has been living in the house with them, because it surely has jumped into Weeks, and maybe even months but he isn't sure. However long that it has been, Fletcher has gotten use to waking up in the morning and finding his uncle Niall in the kitchen in his underwear, even if the image is pretty scarring to say the least.

However long that Niall has been in the house, living in the family attic like some type of squatter - and honestly, Fletcher would rather his Uncle Niall living up in the attic than in his bedroom like he use to have to do whenever he came over whenever he was longer - it's been growing more and more of a family tension between his parents and Niall. Which is never a good thing when it comes to the Paynes.

"If you're going to live in this house, learn to fucking wash the dishes."Louis snaps at a passing Niall who has just dumped his cereal bowl and glass of orange juice in the sink, continuing to walk out of the kitchen to get himself a shower. He knows better to wait until Fletcher, Olivia and Adrian are off to school, giving him more shower time.

Niall isn't going to lie when he says that it's been pretty awkward living in the Payne household, only on behalf of Louis and Liam. It hurts, and of course it would, because Niall had taken Louis under his wing whenever the small brunette was 18 and all alone, and it's sad to think that Niall is the reason why there's a great decide in their friendship.

That's not to say that Niall hadn't tried to patch things up, because he has, but Louis and Liam both share that stubborn head and blasted temper that drives everyone crazy. Although, he's gotten through to Louis more than to Liam, and that doesn't surprise him either, because he knows how much of a softy that Louis is, even if he is arguing with one of his best friends.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you have an appalling potty mouth?"

"Everyone. Now wash your dishes."

"You're such a mother."Niall grumbles as he shuffles across the kitchen tiles and to the sink. Fletcher, Olivia and Adrian had already been shooed to school - in which Fletcher had gotten the far back and only on the terms that he gave his younger siblings a lift to school - and Liam was still in the shower.

"I would like to think so, seeing as I've raised 4 children."

"4?"Niall raises his eyebrow, dodging a swat from a tea towel as he passes Louis to the sink. Cleaning dishes isn't his speciality, and to be honest, doing anything that involves cleaning up isn't exactly in his agenda. Niall had flunked out of two majors and settled on being a P.E teacher such was a far cry from his original plan.

"Fletcher, Olivia, Adrian and Axel."Because Axel may be Michael and Calum's son, but innthe eyes of Louis, he's his adopted son seeing as he spends a majority of his time in his house and not in his own. It doesn't bother Louis, he loves Axel and dotes on the blonde just like the rest of this children - and maybe more so, but that's only because he has a massive soft spot for him.

"No wonder you look so old."

"Fuck off, Niall."

"I kid, I kid."Niall defensively holds his hands up to show of how he's only joking, because Louis may have had 3 kids - and adopted another - but he still looks as young as he did when he was in his early 20's, which isn't that long ago if you think about it.

"Yeah, well being a parent is hardwork. But you wouldn't know that since you ran away from that opportunity, didn't you?"It's not a question to be answered, one that's left in the air and left to lay more guilt into Niall's already guilty conscious as the short brunette brushes down the kitchen table from crumbs and spills as Niall does the dishes.

Louis would be lying if he said he didn't think about running away whenever he found out that he was pregnant with Fletcher, but of course, that fate would've served nothing since he was carrying the baby. Louis had been scared, there was no doubt about that, because he was only a teenager, with his life planned out. But he managed.

Niall didn't have that excuse. He's lived his life, a happy and carefree life. He's been ab,e to see the world and it's wonders, to see the sights and have those opportunities to gain his dream career if he put his mind to it. Chase's untimely pregnancy after their break-up had been a surprise, but one that Niall didn't have the excuse to run away from.

"What's wrong now?"Liam sighs whenever he enters the kitchen a good 20 minutes later, Niall already gone to occupy the shower and leaving what dishes he managed to clean on the rack to dry. Liam is clean shaven, dressed in a pair of tight fitting jeans and a shirt for the day, as handsome as ever.

"Why do you think something is wrong?"Louis asks, from where he is polishing the kitchen table.

"Well, you're aggressively cleaning so that's a sign that you're obviously pissed off about something."And despite their years of marriage - and at this stage, Liam forgets how long they've been married seeing as for years before they've acted like they were married - Liam is still shitty with his choice in words.

"Is that a thing I actually do?"Louis raises his eyebrow at his husband, setting down the polishing clothe on the kitchen table."Have I fallen so deeply into the life of a housewife that when I'm pissed off I aggressively clean?"

"Is that's a bad thing?"Liam asks unsure as he comes closer to his husband, snaking his arms around Louis' curvy waist and pulling him closer to his chest.

"Yes!"The smaller is almost shouting, voice shrill."I'm officially a fucking housewife."He pathetically slumps his head against Liam's shoulder with a huff.

"You're so dramatic,"

"Well, I gotta be, don't I? If I'm not dramatic, then what am I?"

"I don't know, moody? Bossy? Loud?"

"I think they all fall under the dramatic category,"Louis rolls his eyes, because there's no point in trying to argue that he isn't any of those, because anyone who spends 5 minutes with Louis knows that this is how Louis is.

"Now, I didn't say there's anything wrong with being those."Liam butts in, his voice holding that familiar fondness that Louis has fallen in love with, because it never fails to make his chest warm and his cheeks redden. Louis goes to look up at Liam, oceanic blue meeting Liam's beautiful brown."Because I love it how bossy and moody that you get. I find it sexy."

"Do you, now?"Louis raises his eyebrow teasingly, squeaking whenever Liam's hands land on his bum and squeeze at the plump flesh, pulling the smaller man closer to him. Liam is leaning down so that his lips are close to Louis' ear as he growls.

"You know damn well that I do."He growls, and it makes Louis' entire body shiver with anticipation, hands gripping onto Liam's arms as he wastes no time and crashes his lips against his husbands in a much needed, and very heated kiss.

The kiss is of course heated, full of force and power hungry as Louis is backed up onto the kitchen table and Liam is towering over the shorter, his lips the more dominant of the two as he keeps up the pace and Louis is desperately trying to follow. Liam is biting, sucking, nibbling on Louis' bottom lip for entrance, hands moving down Louis' curvy body.

"Liam, not here."Louis breathes out mid kiss, hands finding there way into Liam's hair, finger nails stretching against his scalp as he feels Liam's hands under the waist band of his jeans. His head is tilted back, eyes closed in an already coming bliss."Not in the kitchen."

"Bedroom?"

"Bedroom."

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