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two.

elanora.
liam was in front of her house as soon as she walked up the block. he wore a worried expression, his eyebrows together and his eyes looking so big and round. elanora loved to tease liam about how he looked like a cute lost puppy. indeed that is how he looked though.

liam had a buzz cut and huge biceps and was pretty hot, but elanora didn't see him in that way. as she made her way up to the door of her house, liam followed suit behind her. she unlocked the door and walked in, throwing herself on her sofa, not even bothering to acknowledge liam. liam on the other hand didn't mind, he had been through this many times with her.

he was the only one who knew about harry and elanora. he hated Harry, and he didn't hesitate to tell elanora when the buzz cut lad had met the curly mess. he hated how harry played with elanora's feelings. filling her head with hopes and dreams of him divorcing his wife and being together forever with her and all that bullshit.

liam walked over to the other sofa next to elanora's and sat, placing the grocery items he had bought not too long ago on the glass table. elanora raised her head, giving liam a full view of her face. she was a wreck, her hair was messy, mascara was dripping and tears stained on her face. nevertheless she still looked beautiful.

no, liam did not have a crush on her, he was more of the older brother figure she never had. elanora grabbed the bag and looked through the chocolates,ice-cream and goodies liam had got for her. she picked up the cadbury bar and bit into it savoring the taste. she then looked up to liam with a grateful smile, which plastered a smile on his face.

liam got up from where he was and laid next to her on the sofa. they watched chick-flicks and shared chocolates and ice-cream all day. liam would nod and listen to her carefully and rub her back when she would cry. liam was amazing, she couldn't have asked for a better friend.

harry "harry sweetheart, get my pearls!" erin yelled from across the room. harry sighed putting the contract he was reading down and getting off the dining table. he walked over to the jewelry section of his wife's big closet and looked in confusion at all the pearl necklaces. "which one babe?" he yelled back to erin who was still in the bathroom.

"the one with the rose at the side, the pink rose, not the red rose," she yelled back fixing her hair in the mirror. harry picked up the necklace and took it to her in the bathroom. "thanks babe," she said putting it on, staring at herself in the mirror, seeing how everything looked perfect, how she looked perfect. harry smiled at his wife, "you look beautiful sweetheart," he said trying to give her a kiss.

she moved out of the way quickly, making him stumble forward a bit. "no harry! my make-up could have been ruined. it took hours you know. sometimes i think you don't appreciate how much effort it takes to look good!" erin yelled at him making harry groan again. she was starting another fight, again.

"baby, don't you think that after a long day of work i would want to come home to my wife and give her a kiss or make love to her? you are always going out to the stupid elite woman's club meetings or going to charity events! i don't mean that its not a good thing but i want some us time too!" harry yelled back in frustration.

erin rolled her eyes. "us time? you sound like a five year old harry! your always away too! who knows who you've been fucking on those trips of yours!" she yelled shoving him and walking into the bedroom, harry followed behind her.

his breath hitched. did she know? he heard her sigh and wrap her arms around him. "i'm sorry. its my fault we're fighting again. i know you wouldn't do anything stupid. i really need to go though. i love you babe. i'll make it up to you tonight," she said pecking his lips. then she was out the door, leaving a relieved and slightly guilty harry to look over music contracts. after an hour.