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zayn rushed home several hours earlier than he was supposed to. after getting a text from liam about what happened with harry at school. zayn had so many thoughts running through his mind about what could've caused harry to lash out the way that he did, and almost get himself expelled. thankfully the school showed mercy on him, otherwise they'd be searching for new schools for harry to attend and have to go through the whole process of making sure he's safe and wouldn't be mobbed every time he stepped onto the premises.

zayn makes it home shortly, quickly making his way into the house. he doesn't spot either of the two immediately, walking towards the stairs thinking that maybe they're up in harry's room. but, he catches a glimpse of liam in the kitchen as he passes by. then he walks inside, noting liam's slouched posture. he's resting his elbow on the table with his chin resting on his palm, gnawing anxiously at his nail, eyes fixed on a random spot. he appears spaced out and deep in thought, bouncing his leg in the process.

"liam." zayn says, coming up to him. liam snaps out of his trance and looks so relieved when he sees his husband finally here. the younger man springs up from where he's seated.

"thank god." liam says as he closes the distance between them, wrapping his arms around the man. zayn hugs him back.

"what happened?" he asks urgently. liam pulls away, pushing his disheveled hair from his face, starting to pace.

"i have no idea, they said he got into a fight with this boy, said harry stabbed him with a pen and bashed his head in with school books." liam tells him. zayn's eyes slightly widen in disbelief. harry did what? his harry? the same harry who used to catch insects if they wondered inside the house and set them free rather than killing them? there's no way they are talking about the same harry.

"shit." zayn cursed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"what do we do zayn? do we tell him off? comfort him? ground him? what the fuck do we do?" liam says, and he rarely cussed, but he was on the edge of freaking out. he was at a loss. he felt like if he yelled at harry or tried chastising him, he'd push the boy away further and cause more disconnect. but if they didn't do anything, harry still wouldn't improve. and he's already tried comforting him and telling him that everything was okay, and didn't work either.

"just calm down, we'll figure this out."

"please don't tell me to calm down. i've been calm enough, i'm always calm. i don't wanna be the calm one anymore, i wanna know what the hell is happening to my son!" liam stressed, not meaning to snap at zayn, but he was really freaking out now. he could handle harry being moody, or emotional, or even bratty at times. but what he couldn't handle was him turning into this completely different person. knowing that he was going through something and liam couldn't help him. "my sweet son.."

zayn gazes at him, shoulders slumping. he understood liam's frustration. he honestly didn't know what else to tell him. he was in the same position. he also wanted to know what was going on with harry, and why the sudden change in his moods and behavior. perhaps he was slowly developing some sort mental illness. an illness that couldn't even be diagnosed at this time because harry still in early stages. it was frustrating.

zayn already didn't like the idea of sending harry to therapy in the first place, and now the people couldn't even tell them what was wrong right away. they had to attend multiple sessions over a course of months before a diagnosis could even be made. it was utterly ridiculous. zayn wanted to know now. this was his son for fuck sake, he didn't want to sit idly by and watch his child fall to pieces. their kind, sweet, and outgoing son was turning into something unrecognizable.