Good Enough

F o r t y T w o

"Things are going to be different, now,"

Liam sighs staring out the windshield, he'd been let out of the hospital an hour ago, Louis insisting he drive him home.

"How so?" Liam asks suddenly, his eyebrows are furrowed, lips parted as he grunts softly adjusting in the seat.

Louis flinches at the voice, he had assumed Liam had tuned him out and he was just speaking aloud to himself.

"Well," The father begins, "For starters we-we uh," Louis pushes on the brake seeing the light flicker from yellow to red, "We'll be starting therapy." 

"I didn't try to kill myself." Liam retorts rolling his eyes at the words, "No one is accusing you of that-" Louis hurriedly states, he glances at Liam before letting off the brake at the now green light, "We-We just want you-"

"Who's We? I saw the divorce papers," Reminding Louis that he remembered the day leading up to him fainting, "And I remember the man,"

Adding the last part, Liam can't help the smirk that coils on his lips at Louis' small gasp before silence.

Feeling relief when his driveway was in view, Liam sighs running a hand through his hair, "I don't want to go to therapy with-"

"Liam," Louis starts, he turns fully shifting the car to park in front of their home, "We don't have long together and then you can leave and never talk to me again." He grabs Liam's arms in his hands, "Let me, please, let me try to fix this."

Staring into the oceanic orbs of his Papa, Liam felt a tinge of guilt for being so cruel to the man, "I don't want to fix things," Liam admits softly, he feels tears prick his eyes, the burning lump in his throat rising, "I-I can't even get a chance?" Louis asks, tears streaming down his cheeks, Liam chews the inside of his cheek breaking eye contact with the man. 

He scans the outside of the house, his father's cars were missing, and the garage was left open showing the barren showroom.

Without even stepping a foot inside, Liam knew Harry had been wiped from the house.

"I think you've had your chance."

Opening the car door, Liam steps out inhaling deeply with a sob. He doesn't bother looking back to watch Louis fall apart in the car. 

Pushing open the front door, Liam steps in seeing the once cold house even colder. Where there was once an idea that a family could live there - it had been erased and replaced with a soulless gesture of there being a sign of life within the walls.

He steps into the kitchen frowning as he remembers lashing out at Rose, surely she'd forgive him.

"Rose?" Calling out to her, Liam scans the room chewing his bottom lip, "Mr.Style's what can I get for you?"

It was a younger woman, mid-forties, her hair in a ponytail, a cheery smile on her face, "I-I," Liam stutters flinching when she walked in, "W-where's Rose?"

The woman furrows her eyebrows opening the fridge, "Is that the old chef? I'm Misty, your father brought me on while you were at your friend's house." 

Liam grimaces at her words, "Is that where he said I was?"

"Believe so," Misty mumbles pouring a glass of Orange juice, "Said its your favorite," She offers Liam the glass frowning at his scowl, "I was in the hospital, not at a friend's house. I'm Liam," He walks off without the beverage storming upstairs to his room.

Digging his phone from his pocket he sees the only missed message from Zayn, still none from his brothers, Harry, or even Niall.

Calling Zayn, Liam takes a seat at his desk overlooking the front where Louis remained sitting in the car.

He could see his father from his position, he didn't look to be talking, just sitting, crying still.

"Hey babe, make it home?"

Keeping his eyes on Louis, Liam releases his bottom lip from his hold between his teeth, "This isn't my home anymore."

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