Forever My Father

Chapter Eight

Harry and Liam decide to call it a day from there and quickly head back to the hotel all the while Zayn never managed to stop crying. Harry kept wanting to ask Liam what had happened but he knew now was not time or place for that. Once they got to their hotel room, however, Harry gently lays the still lightly crying boy down on the bed only for him to fall asleep minutes later. From there Harry call Louis and Niall into the room to watch the boy while he goes and finally gets some answers out of Liam.

"What happened?! I have never seen him like this in the fifteen years we've known him and I'm worried! What did you see?" Harry asks in a rushed, yet concerned manner.

"Babe, sit down, yeah?" Liam says while gesturing to the seat and Harry begrudgingly does so before looking at the man with expectant eyes. "I really don't know how to say this cause I don't know how it's even possible, so I'm just gonna say it. But we saw Yaser. Or he saw Yaser and then I saw Yaser and then he ran off and just yeah," Liam wraps up while looking at Harry who is just sitting there frozen.

"That- that's impossible, no he's in Iraq or Afghanistan or something! Liam that's impossible," Harry states while shaking his head, though inside he's starting to look back on all it.

The unexpected times he seems to come home. Being called back into patrol after only being home a couple days when he should be home for months. Always coming home clean shaven and with no sun burns. The more Harry thinks about it, the more he believes it can be possible, however, he doesn't want it to be.

"Harry, babe, I don't know how it's possible, but it was him. I recognized him immediately and obviously Zayn did as well," Liam says sympathetically. The two continue to sit there in an uncomfortable silence for a good ten minutes before they hear Louis muttering curses under his breath and the sound of trampling foot steps. Next thing they know Niall is running into the family room area of the hotel room with Louis hot on his heels with a hyperventilating Zayn in his arms.

"H-he-he woke up and he just started freaking out! What do we do?!" Niall asks in a frantic manner while fisting his hair. With that being said Harry is quick on his feet to get the boy's inhaler while Liam tries to calm him down a bit.

"Look at me, Zaynie, come on eyes on me, babe. Everything's alright, you're okay just take a deep breathe," Liam coos just as Harry runs back over with the inhaler in hand. Harry quickly gives the boy two pumps of air before pulling him into his chest to help him relax a bit. With Harry occupied with Zayn, Liam decides it's best to talk to the boys now rather than leave them waiting for any longer so he quietly guides them back into the room before sitting them down on the bed.

Liam explains to them exactly what he told Harry earlier and truly he didn't know what to expect from the boys. He didn't know if they would feel bad for the boy or if they would be angry at their uncle. What he wasn't expecting was for Louis to get up and slam his fist against the wall.

"Woah woah, Lou, calm down, yeah? Relax, baby, just relax," Liam coos while pulling the boy in for a hug.

"He-he's a jerk! Who does that?! Who- who fucking does that?" Louis whimpers into his father's shoulder, the older man deciding to ignore the curses that left his boy's mouth.

"I know he is, shh, just relax," Liam coos before looking up to his youngest who was currently standing there with tear filled eyes. "C'mere, Nialler," Liam says while patting the thigh that Louis wasn't sitting on. It takes all but a second for Niall to launch himself at Liam and openly let his tears flow.

The three continue to sit like that for a bit longer until Louis is walking into the room with a knocked out Zayn on his hip.

"I think we should cut this trip a bit short and go home," Louis offers up and Liam sighs but nonetheless agrees because he knows he won't be getting any of the boys out of the hotel room now.