Liam chuckled as Harry told a stupid knock knock joke. The two best friends were having a blokes lunch gathering. Just the two of them to catch up. Louis was out with Zayn, most likely causing some amount of trouble, as usual.

Harry was chopping vegetables, he decided he would make a meal, Liam doesn't know how to cook, he has literally never cooked in his forty-years of life, he has a chef for that. Harry on the other hand, he didn't mind the practice, for him, it was fun.

"How are your stitches by the way mate?" Liam questioned, nodding towards Harry's stomach. It had been two weeks since the incident with the rogue wolves. Louis had healed up all nice, Harry's injury was taking a lot longer to heal - it was deeper and extended further along his abdomen.

Harry shrugged, lifting up his shirt to reveal a very soar looking line of stitches.

"Healing slowly." Liam nodded as he sat off the kitchen stool to grab a beer from the fridge.

"You know Harry, I will never thank you enough for what you did for Louis. I..." The man paused before continuing, now looking down in guilt, "I'm not the best father to him. I haven't been there for him as he grew up. And ya know in a way, you discipline and treat him better than I should. I should have been there for him, but I wasn't...."

Harry smiled sadly, his conscious screaming at him about the things Liam didn't know. 

The kisses, the blowjobs, the sexting....

"All good mate. Louis' beautiful."

And Liam thought he meant beautiful on the inside, but no, Harry meant beautiful.... everywhere.

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"This is shit, why at 6pm is all that's on fucking television news." Harry rolled his eyes at Liam's rant.

The two were flopped onto the couch in Liam's multi-million dollar mansion with a sigh, stuffed from lunch. 

"Usually normal people get home from work now and watch that 'shit' Li." Harry laughed at his friend. Liam only rolled his eyes at Harry's antics, switching it over to channel 7 news.

Harry started playing a stupid game on his phone as Liam watched whatever was going on in the world, however the curly haired man's head whipped to the television as he heard his name fall from the presenters mouth.

"What...?" Harry asked.

"I honestly don't understand why you taking Lou to the salon makes fucking headline stories don't people have better things to d-..." Liam's voice died out half way through his rant as a picture of Harry and Louis kissing in the salon was shown on screen. 

His mouth fell open and he stood up in attention, increasing the volume.

Louis Tomlinson, Omega and son of billionaire actor Liam Payne was seen getting frisky during his luxury nail salon trip with actor and best friend of Liam's, Harry Styles. The two enjoyed strawberries and complimentary champagne before sharing a heated kiss. An anonymous staff member commented, "they were very flirtatious during their booking and shared many shows of affection." An insider has also leaked the security camera footage from inside the salon at that time, stockily revealing Tomlinson calling Styles, 'daddy' and 'Alpha' many times, likewise, Harry labelled the Omega as sexy, take a look.

Harry's mouth fell open at the news report, fingers griping the couch in worry as they continued to show video footage of the two interacting and a collage of pap photos. It was when he looked up to notice a bright red faced Liam, with his jaw lacked and fists clenched, he knew he was dead meat.

"Styles." Liam growled, "what the fuck is that." The forty-year old's voice was deeper than Harry had ever heard, anger laced visibly in his tone. 

Harry was scared.

"Um... really good photoshop?" Harry bargained, voice soft and uncertain.

"You are so fucking dead. How dare you put your hand on Louis my fucking son. He is OFF limits Harry. I can't even look at you."

Harry began to back up as he noticed Liam's eyes changed from a dark brown to a furious red colour.

"Umm." Harry stuttered, before suddenly Liam was swinging at him, first colliding to his jaw with a sickening crack.

The younger of the two groaned as he stood up, running towards the front door.

Liam would actually kill him.

"Fucking get back here. I'm not done with you yet Styles." Liam growled, throwing Harry onto the floor by the back of his hooding near the exit. The Alpha groaned in pain, when a foot collided with his already injured stomach.

"Louis is innocent how dare you!"

Harry wanted to yell, to tell Liam how fucking wrong he was. But, this was not the time.

When Liam's foot hit Harry again in the abdomen, he knew something was wrong when a tearing noise rang through the air. And suddenly, a wave of intense pain fell over him.

"Fuccccck!" Harry yelled.

At that moment, a distressed Louis came rushing through the door, "what is going on I can hear you two from outsi-" he paused as he noticed Harry on the floor, blood beginning to seep through his clothing, and a furious Liam standing over him shaking with anger.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Louis screamed as he fell next  to Harry, taking off his jumper uneasily to reveal that his stitches had burst.

Louis gasped, the Omega's scared and innocent tear stricken face seemed to bring Liam back to reality... he had almost killed his best friend.

Liam stared down at his hands, before shaking his head dramatically in a 'no' direction and running outside.

Louis was more than confused, but all he could do was call triple zero, asking for an emergency ambulance to be sent immediately.

"Harry keep your eyes open baby."