Liam watched on warily at the women who had welcomed herself back into their home, just like nothing had happened. And surprisingly, he was the only one who was sceptic about her; Fizzy, Daisy, Phoebe, Lottie and Louis, well they were just happy to have their mum back. In their moments of joy, they failed to notice the negative warning signs.

Liam knew Jay was trouble. If only Louis believed him.

"Liam, why are you just sitting around can you please help me with dinner?" Jay asked, eyebrows raised. The seventeen-year-old eyed her warily before standing.

He began to chop vegetables, thankfully provided by Harry and his continuous financial funding to the family, even during his and Louis' relationship struggle, that was yet to be resolved.

"Jay." Liam began, pausing before continuing. "Why are you really here?"

The two locked eyes at that moment and a fire sparked in her blue orbs. "I told you, Liam. I'm changed. I'm off drugs and smoking and alcohol."

The brunette boy frowned, "then why is there used cigarettes in the garden?"

The women glared harshly, "I think you should go to bed, you're looking tired Liam."

The boy didn't move until Jay was raising her voice, repeating her previous sentence. Liam didn't do as she said. Instead, he left and went to the one person he should have spoken to a long time ago.

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Liam paused, outside of the large home he knew too well. He was torn between sobbing into the man's arms or yelling at him for hurting Louis.

That's right; he had run to Harry's house.

He knows the curly haired man hurt his little brother; he knows the two aren't on speaking terms. Liam wants to castrate the man when he hears Louis cry over him, but in the end – Harry is still like a father that he never had. And Liam needs that right now.

He is sick of being strong.

"Liam?" The curly haired man quizzes as he opens his front door, the younger of the two slightly smiles when he sees Harry reach down to protect his manhood, evidently scared.

"Um... can we speak?" With a nod, he is unsurely striding inside.

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He doesn't know how it happened; he is really clueless. But an hour later Liam and Harry are both on the couch, expressing their problems together as they shed tears occasionally.

Liam thinks he needed this, thinks maybe Harry did too.

"I didn't mean to Liam... fuck I messed up. I should never have left after taking the one thing he can never get back. You see, I'm just paranoid that I'm too old for him and ruining his life and fuck me." Harry sobs at the end of his sentence, face in his hands.

Liam shakes his head in an acknowledging sense because he understands, he wishes Louis would listen to Harry too... because then he would have the opportunity to understand too.

"Jay is back... our mother. And fuck, Lou, he is in such a delicate state Harry he is falling for all her old manipulative tricks and God... I hear her at night ya know? The walls are thin, and she feeds him lies... Tells him you're not right for him, that he needs a girl."

Liam stands in anger as he speaks, glaring out the window. Harry shakes his head solemnly, moving to stand next to the brunette boy, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

"I wish there was something I could do," Harry whispers as Liam accepts his warm embrace.

He loves this. Feels like he has a father figure, someone who is there for him will listen to him.

"Maybe there is..."

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