In The Nick Of Time

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 4

Summary:

"Know your place, and watch where you stand".

In that day, Niall had tried to get Liam to practice in moving his limps. First to lift his arms, in which he succeeded in lift high enough before dropping it in pain, and trying to lift his feet, not as successful as his arms but still moving. Lunch served to him on the couch, and Lin had started sewing his shirt. Liam had seen the so called Z that the two spoke of constantly, and he was hoping he didn't - on the flip side, he'd hoped to see him again. Long after it'd been close to supper, and the two were out of the room and into the, place where Liam would think to be the, kitchen across the hall.

Niall had opted Liam a few books and magazines, putting a good stack beside him and on the table but he found no entertainment. Leaning his head back, nails on the wood floor signaled that Babby was coming. Liam opened his eyes to Babby walking into the room, and shoving their head right against his knee. Liam smiled, reaching over. "Hey." He cooed, Babby sniffed his hand and licked it. "How're you?" He asked.

Babby jumped up, leaning his front paws in Liam's lap and Liam cupped his face. Petting and scratching behind his ears.

"You're a friendly one, aren't you?" Liam smiled.

To answer, Babby sniffed forward and licked at Liam's face.

He chuckled lowly and pulled back, looking to the blue eyed dog. "Bah-bby?" He stared, "What kind of name is that?" To Liam it sound like a sheep's 'bah' with an added 'bee' at the end. He patted Babby's head, and smiled.

Babby lowered back on the floor and quickly looked to the door way, Liam followed - and froze.

Standing leaned against the out side of the doorway, Z glared at Liam. His glare didn't lower or fade away, he was a frozen, scaring statue there again. Liam didn't move, didn't have the will to move or even breathe. Babby stood and padded over to him, walking out of the door way. Z glared a moment more before blinking and moving from the door way to the kitchen, Liam blinked and turned his attention to the dying fire. He really wasn't welcome there, but nature forced him to stay there until the storm would start and end. Niall said it's come that night, just when the road would become easier to drive and it would get worse again.

Supper came and left, and Dinner was being served. Liam was sitting on the couch, staring at the now dead fire place. Still stuffed from the supper he'd been given, Niall came in with a plate of dinner and held it out to Liam with a fork. Liam waved it off, "I'm good, thank you."

Niall chuckled, "What? Not up for another plate?"

Liam continued to stare at the fire place.

Niall sat down on the table, blocking Liam's view and looked concerned. "What's got you shook?"

He didn't speak, just turned his head down.

He tried dipping into his line of sight but Liam wouldn't meet it, he nudged Liam's knee. "Liam?"

He looked up, seeing Niall's worried look. His head tilted to the side, looking into Liam's eyes with sincerity and kindness.

"You alright?"

Liam didn't know if he was alright. I wanted to get out of there. To see his family and friends, to see Harry and Louis, not matter what the cost. He just wanted to be home. He felt the pit of his stomach gape and he felt the weight on his shoulders become heavier. It wasn't until Niall had reached forward and touched his shoulders that the sudden weight dispersed, and Liam was left staring into the eyes of a blonde, blue eyed angel. Niall was kind, soft around the edges, and all around a great person, as far as Liam could see, and he cared. Even if Liam was a stranger to him, he treated him with respect and worry like any other person he'd known for years.