here is the first chapter if i ever do anything special then this is stuff thoughts author notes   i think you know what this means in a convo and  other stuff i make up. enjoy i guess

Liam's Pov:

It's fucking 2 in the morning and somethings happening. I sit up in bed, and rub the tiredness from my eyes. I stand up and and start walking towards my door, I turn the knob and follow the wailing. Dear god, it's coming from Harry's room, I can see Lilly going to check out the noise too. We open the hairy mans door. He's searching frantically for something "Harry Jr.'s missing!" he cries while falling to his knees, Lilly starts comforting him as I point out "is he in his special drawer.". The bearded man jumps up and looks in a drawer in his vanity... he pulls out a hot pink hairbrush and holds it up "There you are Jr.!" he yells excitedly.

     Me and Lilly tell Harry goodnight and walk our separate ways into our different rooms.

A time skip thats as gay as me

I didn't fall back to sleep last night but oh well. I change into my black 'Help' hoodie and black skinny jeans with my galaxy heelys. I skate down the stairs (I just fell down the stairs) and into the kitchen. Lilly was making bacon and pancakes while Harry was brushing his extremely well groomed hair, and Alexei is on his phone, probably looking at his hentai shit.

       I guess I should tell you what they're wearing, needy readers, okay Lilly's wearing a plum colored sweater that hung to her shoulders and black leggings, Harry's wearing a red long sleeve shirt and blue jeans, and my favorite one here is wearing a tight dark blue long sleeve shirt and and black jeans looser than mine.

    Alexei looks up to me "Ahh we were waiting for you atheist." he smirked "Fuck off." I grumble. Not looking forward to today. "Breakfast is served!" Lilly announces holding up plates of food. "Thanks Lily." we practically said in unison pouncing on the food, we ate happily until Alexei started poking me in the side, it got so bad I made the mistake of speaking up "fuck off, vodka" he smirked at that "ooOoo is the atheist mad?" he teased, kept going until I snapped "god DAMN IT DOG LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" I stomped off to my room and locked the door. I reached under my bed and grabbed a can of Lox and chugged it, one after another. I ended up... blacking out, that takes quite a bit of alcohol for an Irishman to black out.

      I just woke up when I heard my door open, of course I kept my eyes shut. I'm not an idiot. They walk towards me and kneel down, they sigh. I hear them open something and they touch something to my skin... it stings, I must've cut again. After they cleaned my wounds they rapped my arm in bandages. 

You'll have to wait till next chapter to find out who it is >:)