One Direction Preferences (TAKING NO REQUEST NOW)

#74: Your 16 Years Old Son Comes On You Two Fighting

Louis:

"Just shut up, will ya." your husband Louis yells at you after getting back home at 4 in the morning. You stayed up watching stupid shows whilst waiting for him to get back home. It has been already a month when all he does is come back home at 4 in the morning completely drunk and to be honest, you hate it. "Why? It's only the truth. I'm really sick of waiting for you to come back home at 4 in the morning every day plus completely drunk. Do you want for Toby to be like you?" you remain calm even though everything inside of you are boiling. He was being complete dick again. "Shut up, shut up, shut up." Louis holds his head in his hands and yells. "Women shut up and let me have fun." It really hurts you that he talks with you like that but you have always been that strong women who tries not to cry while fighting though sometimes you can't be that strong person everyone knew. You start to cry in front of him. "God, stop crying." "Dad, stop being dick." you heard your 16 years old son yelling from stairs. "You don't treat mum like that." "You don't talk with me like that." Louis shouts between hiccups. "I'm your father and you have to respect me. Go back to your fucking room and stay away." He walks down and stands in front of you. "First of all, you don't fucking talk with mum like that. Second of all, you were the one who taught me to respect girls and now you are doing the opposite. Third of all, if you come home drunk don't expect me to let you in. Either way you stop drinking and coming late home or go and sleep at someone's else house." Your brave son Toby stood up for you and made Louis wide eyed and speechless for quite a while. You and Toby go upstairs and you hug your son, "Thank you Toby for what you did but promise me you won't treat him different. He is still your father and when he gets drunk... well you know how he can be." "You don't have to thank me, I'm always there for you, mum and even if the one I have to protect you is my dad." Toby says kissing your forehead. He was taller than you already and it made you happy to know that you have supportive son who will always be there for you.

Zayn:

"What do I have to do to get you to clean the house?" you ask annoyed. You asked for Zayn to clean the house when you had to leave for job and when you come back you find him sitting on the same couch all day. "It's not my work to do." he simply shrugs it off. It leaves you wide eyed and with jaw left hanging. "Wha- what did you just say?" you stutter in shock. "I said, it's not my work to do. It's yours." he repeats not breaking the gaze from TV. "Zayn, I fucking go to work every damn day but you can't simply clean the house? I asked you nicely but you keep watching that stupid TV." you shout and walk in front of television so he can't get the proper look on it. "Move, babe from TV. I'm watching football." he gets angry but remains calm, yet. "You are not watching football until you clean the house." you place your hands on your hips. "No." he says calmly but anger boiling inside of him. "Just fucking do what I asked you to. You can't even do the simplest thing ever." you yell at him even louder now running hands through your hairs. "Why can't you just do what I asked you to do? Is it that hard to do it?" Zayn gets up from his place that he has only left for few reasons and looks at you full anger inside his eyes. "I don't fucking clean the house, it's your job to do not mine. I'm the famous here not you so go and clean the house yourself." the way he yells those words at you, scared you and tears firmed in your eyes threatening to fall down. "Dad, what the hell. You don't talk with mom like that. No one in this family is famous, we are all the same.... HUMANS who wants to be loved and appreciated. You don't treat mom like some kind of slave that has to do everything herself." out of sudden your 16 years old son comes inside the house hearing everything that Zayn told you. "How dare you talk with me like this? I'm your father who pays for your future." he glares at Daniel and then at you. "That's it dad. We are leaving and staying at Harry's place until you fucking clean the house so if you don't do it, we move out or whatever we will have to do because fame has fucking changed you. You was my idol, my hero but now I don't think I think that way if you can't treat mom like you did long time ago."