Adopted

Flying Bowls

The man returns from his large closet holding up a white cable knit jumper. "How's this?"

Harry gives him a big thumbs up.

Come here, little one," he gestures for Harry to scoot towards him. Harry kneels on the foot of the bed. Liam places a few soft kisses on the scar over Harry's heart before lifting his arms in the air. The sweater goes over his long arms easy enough, but the head hole isn't the same case.

Harry sits there with his arms raised awkwardly in the sweater and the top of his curls coming through the hole. Harry giggles, "Daddy, I stuck!"

"Hold on, Baby. I want to send your Papa a picture." Harry continues laughing at the situation as Liam pulls his phone out and snaps a couple of adorable shots before tucking his phone back in the pocket. "Hmmm," he says tapping his chin. "Where could my little Harry have gone?

"I'm here, Daddy," he calls flailing his arms.

Liam pulls down the ring of fabric and reveals Harry's bright eyes and button nose. "I found you!"

There is uncontrollable laughter between the two as they continue pulling down the sweater. Harry now looks more like a snuggly bug than ever before. The sweater is a size too large for him, so its goes over his hands and it covers up a good portion of the nappy.

"Okay, Little One, I need you to lay back down for me." Harry does so and Liam puts the fuzzy socks on for him. He places one final kiss to Harry's knee before pulling him up. "Fuzzy socks do the charm, to keep your little feeties warm," he recites one of their countless rhymes.

"Thank you for helping me," Harry says.

"Awwww," Liam coos. "I will dress you whenever you want it, Babe. You know that. Now, come on. Let's go downstairs for some brekkie, eh?"

"What about Papa n Loulou?"

"I'm sure they'll meet us down there."

Harry is placed on his hip and they go downstairs to the kitchen. To Harry's surprise, Louis is already sitting in his high chair, wearing a short sleeve and leg-less, baby blue onesie. He looks super grumpy, but he's still up and at 'em.

Louis gets a look at Harry. He looks so different dressed in semi-normal clothes. The leggings are a bit feminine, but from a distance they would probably look like skinny jeans. The baggy sweater adds to his adorable stature and it almost looks like he adjusts his own body language to fit around the sweater. Harry looks like he's trying to be a small kitten wrapped in a large blanket. The boy looks like someone Louis would go up to in a club or shopping center and try flirting with and hopefully scoring a date. He looks nineteen.

But, underneath the clothes is still a kidnapped boy wearing a diaper and clinging to a man that he calls "Daddy".

Zayn is leaning over the stove mixing a small pot. "Louis, how do you like your oatmeal?"

"What do you mean," the boy asks.

"Do you like cinnamon sugar? Fruit? Just plain?"

"Oh, I uh, I like fruit in it I suppose."

Liam grabs four bowls, two plastic and two glass, for Zayn to fill up. While he is doing so Liam grabs spoons and fruit. Three of the bowls were filled with oatmeal and an assortment of fruit. The last bowl, Harry's, just has a spoonful of white sugar in it. Two sippy cups are filled with milk as well.

Liam sets his and Louis' bowls down on the tray in front of him and Zayn does the same with Harry.

"Mind if I share tablespace with you," Liam asks Louis.