Baby I'm Perfect For You

Chapter 18

A//N: lmao hi

this is a short one, bear with me please because bigger chapters are gonna be coming now
if yall thought the angst was over....boy do i have some news for you lmaoooooooo

Cw// slight verbal abuse-ish and mentions of slight physical abuse

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"Liam." Des grits his teeth, rubbing his temples irritated. "How many times do I have to fucking tell you."

"Dad please." Liam sighs, rolling his eyes.

"I often wonder how I got not just one, but two idiots as sons."

"Enough with the dramatics already."

"I want the charts ready by tomorrow morning."

Liam gapes. "B- But I told you! I'm not free today, I have a date!"

"I don't fucking care. Have it ready by tomorrow or you're fired."

"You can't do this to me I'm your fucking son!"

"Goodbye, Liam." Des says stoically.

Liam looks at him disbelievingly, grumbles, and walks out of his office in anger.

Des was a terrible, terrible dad. Ever since he had turned eighteen, Des had done nothing but exploit his natural businessman skills. He had looped Liam into his little devil's game of lying and cheaters by guilt. He would have looped Harry in too if Harry didn't go out of his way to disobey every order that Des gave him.

Harry hated Des, and Des hated Harry. It was as simple as that. Liam always had a little respect for him, but it was diminishing day by day. Harry hadn't started despising him until he was 16, but his 'father' had started hating him long before that.

He liked to favor Liam over him, separating the two at every moment possible. He made Liam take responsibilities from a young age, trying to make him mature before time. He let Harry wander on his own; young, dainty, polite Harry, with bright, wide eyes who took the discrimination and Des's wicked mind games on him wordlessly.

But there was a slight problem in all of this. Harry didn't know that Des was Liam's dad too. Yet.

Liam rubs a palm over his forehead. His mind reels back into the memories he thought he would never plunge into again.

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"Leeyum." Harry giggled, twirling the small yellow flower between his fingers.

"Yes, Haz?" Liam sighs, smiling at him.

Harry's curls bounced as he skipped happily, turning around in circles, grinning. "Look what I can do!"

"That's amazing, Haz."

Harry stopped to smile at Liam, and pulled him to stand up in the green grass, taking Liam by a surprise.

"Harry! What are you-"

"Come with me! Let's play!"

"Slow down!"