To Keep Her Safe (Liam Payne) UNDER MAJOR RECONSTRUCTION

Chapter Sixteen^

Hey Guys!

DOUBLE UPDATE!

I may even do a triple because I had no idea how far behind you guys were until like just now. Um, I promise my writing gets so much better.. Uh, yeah so I feel bad because while I was in Los Angeles, I didn't update--my laptop stayed at home and I did not-- so I hadn't realized that you guys were as far back as you actually are. You probably think this story sucks apples and banana's. Whoopss...

Sorry for the long ass rant..

ILYSM

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS INTENSE VIOLENT CONTENT.. READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED!

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Chapter Sixteen

I run a hand through my hair and stand from my seat. I begin to pace on the wooden floorboards. I don't know what to even think right now.

I hear the the lock of the front door turning, followed by the sound of Harry's laughter tinkling through the air. I hear Wynne say something to him, sparking laughter again. He walks into the kitchen-- Wyn in his left arm, Darcy in his right-- with a pink, sparkly back pack slung over his shoulder.

I stop my pacing to speak to him. "You're home early?"

"Lunch break." He says. I nod "How was school?"

"It was fine." He puts Wyn on the ground, she immediately runs over to me. Her small arms clutching my calf for dear life, I simply smile.

"Do you want me to take them back after my break or.?." He says, it comes off as more of a question though.

"Um, no. I'll watch them."

"Harry?" I ask hesitantly.

"Yeah..?" He says, taking out ingedients to make himself a sandwhich.

"Umm.." I try to think of a subtle way to ask him about the newspaper . Okay, I don't just want to up and ask him. What person honestly can go up to someone and spring the topic of them being in a gang on them. I can't begin to imagine what total shit I'll feel like if I'm wrong.

"Uh.. how was work?" I say. I hope he doesn't realize that I'm totally beating around the bush.

"It was fine.. Are you okay?"

"Uh.. yeah. Just uh.. a-a lot of homework. Like a shit load I swear."

"Alright..." He says, turning back and facing me. One eyebrow is raised--slightly lifting his hair line at an awkward angle--as if he knows that I'm lying and he just hasn't discovered what about. Yet.

"Daddy, can me and Wyn go play?" Darcy murmurs from her spot on the floor.

"Sure. Don't make a mess though okay?"

Darcy nods and the two of them rush down the hall. I can hear their clumsy, muffled footsteps on the stairs as they rush to an unknown destination. What I would give to be a child again. Days and nights filled with guileless splendor. However, my childhood was cut short, taken from me. The task of caring for a child thrown into my mutilated, lackluster hands. My naivete overshadowing my common sense. The love i had always longed for over powering any reasoning I once had.

Reasoning I need so desperately now.

I stare at Harry as he basks in the glory of his sand which. Savoring it like it'll be his last. Perhaps it will be once I'm finished with him.