Imagine Liam....

Never Here

I'm tired. I tried to do it without him but I can't. He's never here which just makes everything 50x harder. But it's not only work, he's gone to hang out with his friends most of the time as well, while I'm sitting at home, taking care of our 2 month old baby girl, Natalie.

She wakes up every single night, crying. And he's knocked out on the bed, so I'm always the one who has to get up and take care of her. Not only that, but she wakes up extremely early too. Just the other morning, she woke up at 4 AM and wouldn't go back to bed. It's truly exhausting and he doesn't do anything to help.

Liam's routine is basically wake up, take a shower and get dressed, wait for me to make him breakfast and then off to work. After work he'd usually go to the club with his friends Andy, Harry and Niall.

I've finally gotten Natalie to go to bed early so I can have some rest. I went downstairs, laid on the couch and quickly fell asleep. I'm not the lightest sleeper nor am I the heaviest. I woke up to the sound of Liam opening and closing the front door.

"Hey, love," he said before greeting me with a kiss.

"Hi, babe," I replied, still groggy from my nap.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" He asked, concerned.

"Yes, actually, you did. But it doesn't matter. I wouldn't have gotten that amount of sleep anyway."

"What are you going on about, babe?" he asked, confused.

"I'm going on about how Natalie would've waken up right about now and how I'd be the one to stay up all night, trying to get her to go back to sleep while you're peacefully resting for your next day of clubbing!" I snapped.

Liam just stood there, speechless. He couldn't think of anything to say. Thoughts like 'Am I really that bad of a father and husband?' kept running through his head.

"And not only that, but you don't spend anytime with her or I, at all. You're always out. The only time you've ever spent with her is the first two weeks she was born. That's it. You have so much free time given to you by management and you don't even bother to spend it with us. That's what I'm going on about, Liam," I said with tears streaming down my face.

At this point, Liam and I were standing inches apart, staring at each other with expressions full of hurt.

That was until he pulled me into a tight hug. He held me close for the longest amount of time. Oh, how I missed his hugs.

"Love, I'm sorry. I truly am. I'll start being here more and I'll try to take care of Natalie. I just realized how hard it is on you, me not being there when you need it. I'm sorry I haven't realized it before. I promise to be a better husband to you and a better father to Natalie," he said, looking into my eyes during the end.

"Do you really mean that?"

"Of course, babe."

That's when Natalie started to cry. I was just about to run upstairs and get her to go back to bed when Liam said, "Just sit down, and relax, I'll take care of this."

And with that he ran up the stairs to Natalie's bedroom. She was crying for 5 minutes and then it suddenly became silent. I wanted to know what happened so I went upstairs to check. I peaked into Natalie's room and saw Liam singing her to sleep. He was singing Little Things and it was lovely.

"He's going to become an excellent father," you told yourself.