"Daddy Direction." Sequel

Chapter 9

Liam's POV

After the incredibly big bust up with Danielle last night, I opted out going round to Emma's knowing she will probably be tired and she's going to Anne's this morning plus Harry is round there. Instead I went to Niall's knowing he'd listen to me. I never meant to just turn up like that on his doorstep but too be honest, the thought of going back home hurt. Everything Danielle had said to me was all lies and she knew it. Yeah, alright. Our marriage may not be going the way we would like and yeah I should have kept my mouth shut but I never lie to the people I love and Niall is like my brother, I love him. He asked a question, I answered it. There was no need for Danielle to get all up in my face about it. I'll admit what I did was wrong, so wrong of me. Throwing the glass was even worse...but anyone knows that when I get angry, I get angry. I remember the first time I ever showed the boys what I'm like when I'm angry...

We'd just come back from recording our 2nd album. Louis and Harry were acting like complete and utter twats. I told them to pack it in so many times otherwise I would set in some serious consequences and what did they do? Not listen to me. 

"Tomlinson! Styles!" They both turned around to look at me, pleading with innocent eyes. 

"What Liam?" Louis finally snapped. It was clear that he was getting annoyed at me. I've never been one to have too much fun. Yeah, I'd crack the odd joke and mess around but when things go too far that's when I change. 

"I told you both to pack it in. Fucking listen to me for once will you?" Louis decided to come right upto my face and start with the whole 'I'm older than you and more mature' shit. 

"What's a matter Liam? Me and Harry hitting nerves with you? Hitting you mentally at the fact you can't seem to have fun ayy?" I pushed Louis away from me and chuckled. 

"No. You are taking things too far as fucking usual. Do as your told for once. You, Louis are meant to be the older one of us all and right now you're acting like your a 2 year old. And don't get all up in my face, thinking you're hard. We all know you are as weak and a penguin in the sun." 

"That made no fucking sence what so ever and you are the one acting like your a baby in a pram with no dummy. Hows about you grow up?" I reached behind me and grabbed the empty vase that was sat on the side table by the door of the flat. I walked slowly towards Louis. Thankfully Harry realised I wasn't joking and stopped messing around. He went upto his room, leaving me, Louis, Zayn and Niall in the living room. I raised my arm above my head and gritted my teeth. 

"I need to grow up? I NEED TO FUCKING GROW UP AY TOMLINSON? I'M THE MOST MATURE ON OUT OF ALL OF YOU AND YOU KNOW THAT SO DONT YOU EVEN FUCKING DARE..." Louis back came into contact with the arm of the sofa. He began to shake and wimper. 

"Okay Liam, I understand you. Please put the vase down..." I saw Niall and Zayn out the corner of my eye, watching in pure terror. 

"Liam, do what Louis says, please?" Harry said from the top of the stairs. I threw the vase across the room, it making full blown contact with the wall, smashing into thousands of pieces. I grabbed hold of Louis shirt and lifted him up. 

"Now you've seen what happens when you fuck me about Louis. Dont. Do. It. Again. It will result in something much worse." Louis nodded shyly and I put him back on the floor. I stormed upstairs and slammed my bedroom door. 

That was one of the moments in my life I most regretted and I don't regret alot in life but I'd scared my best friends alot. After that they didn't talk to me for at least 2 months until Niall cracked. It took Louis a year, just to get over it. The terror I caused him was unbelieveable. He would have nightmares, he'd be scared to step a foot close to me incase I hurt him. Too the fans I don't come across as a angry person, too them I'm a sweet, kind and loving person who cares about the people close to him dearly...which isn't a lie. I do but serious, press the button too much and I will crack. I can change from being happy and loving within seconds to becoming this angry man, push me further and I will throw thing and smash them. I get alot of it from my father. He's never really been in tact with his anger, many times he would let it slip only on me. I've not seen him once loose his temper or anger on my sisters or mum. Always me. Ever since I was old enough to realise what he was doing I made a vow to myself to never hurt my kids ever and I still stick to that vow now. You have kids for a reason, to love and care for them, too give them the best possible life they can have not to hurt and abuse them, physically, sexually, emotionally or mentally. It's wrong. I've lost my temper with Arron and Connor once but I never hit them. I would sit and watch Danielle smack them because they have done something they shouldn't and I wince and cry. I hate it. If there is one thing I hate more than Megan is childabuse.