Spitting Image • TFC 3.0 • l.t. au

Chapter Four

Like I've imagined, Emily's drunk. Holly had some trouble peeling her off the bar because she wouldnt get up. She smells of Budweiser, not very pleasant to the nose. I had her sat in the passenger seat while Holly and I sat in the back. It was a little past 2 AM and we picked up Blaine from Aunt Cecile a couple minutes ago.

Blaine's fast asleep, thankfully. When we get home, I changed him in his pajamas and lay him carefully on mine and Louis' bed. Holly and Emily would be sleeping in his room for now since I wasnt able to fix the guest room. Holly yells out for me. I put a blanket over him and make my way into Blaine's room after I got Em and Holly some clothes to wear for the night.

When I enter the room, Em's fallen asleep in a peculiar position. Holly gave me a sheepish look, forcing a laugh out of me. "She's really drunk, Meg. I had to pin her down. She implied you had more drinks in the kitchen and, well, she wanted them."

"She'll be fine. I guess she doesn't need to change out of her clothes, huh? Better let her sleep." I say then hand Holly her clothes. She smiles at me before going inside the bathroom to change. I went back to our room to find Louis in his usual spot, on his working table. I creep behind him and peer over his shoulder.

He didn't expect me to be there so when he turned around, he jumps. I laugh as he pulls me on his lap. "You're evil... Pure evil..." he says through gritted teeth.

"What is this?" I change the subject, pointing at the papers scattered on the floor. He reaches over and fix them in a pile. The sudden strong rain distracts us but it didn't bother us afterwards.

He tells me he's applying for a part-time job in Scalar Records. He's applying for a position in the recording studio, in hopes he might get his songs out there; so he tells me.

"I wanna try something new. Something that makes use of the course I took in uni." he says, "I wouldn't want mum and dad's money to go to waste."

"and songwriting is one of them?" I didn't mean it to sound so sarcastic, the statement itself screams sarcasm. Well it's too late to take it back now.

"I've been taking classes that involves song writing back in the day. Just so you know." he says. A sudden thunderbolt shoots through the sky.

The sky goes bright and the lights go off. Another black out. I stand up, closing the blinds before i sat back down on the bed. Just as i sat down, Blaine jolts up and crawls onto my lap. Not a second later a louder rumble sounded through the whole house. It was loud enough to shake the house, causing Blaine to wrap his arms tighter around me.

"Make it stoppp!" he screams, tears staining his face. "It's going to get me!" he cried harder that it breaks my heart. One thing I hate the most is seeing Blaine so scared.

I push his dark hair back and pull his small fragile body close to mine. His head is buried on the crook of my neck with his arms tuck to his chest. "Darling, nothing's out to get you." I say gently as I stroke his hair.

I let him calm down for a while. When he stops crying, I pull him away gently and wipe the remaining tears on his face with the back of my hand. "Dry those tears, baby. Youre a brave boy, remember? Isn't that what you told me before?" I tell him. Something shines in my toddler's eyes at my words that he quickly wipe his tears and removed his arms around me.

"I'm not crying, mommy. See!" he beams proudly, making me laugh and Louis on the desk.

"and why is that?" I ask him. He smiles,  showing me his pearly whites. He stand up and throws his hands in the air.

"I'm a big boy! Big boys are not scared of anything!" his high pitched voice surrounds the entire room along with our laughter.

Louis jumps on the bed and starts tickling Blaine. The whole room errupts in laughter, especially that of our little boy's. Louis nuzzles his face on Blaine's stomach and blows on it, making his laugh get louder. Blaine hits his shoulders and Louis pretends to get hurt, falling on the bed. The pride on Blaine's face was evident. He sits on top of his dad and hits him over and over again on his chest and of course Louis, being the ideal playmate that he is, pretends to surrender implying 'he's hurt enough' but the little boy wouldn't.