Good Enough

E l e v e n

Officially Christmas. December 25th. Sitting Indian style on the couch, Liam shifted to bringing one knee to his chest, "You're up early." Connor calls, "Same for you." Liam returns, "It's Christmas, Lee."
"Step off the pedestal Connor, it's not Christmas." Liam growled his cheer and spirit broken. He had wanted too much. Connor sighed dropping himself on the couch, "So this is it? Papa won?"
"What do you expect? No ones even here."
"I am." Liam scoffs feeling tears pull in his eyes, "You're leaving next month. Airport called to confirm your flight." Liam replies handing Connor the house phone only few called. Connor took it with an ashamed look, "Liam-,"
"Save it. You're leaving, and yet you hate them because they left. You're no better." Tristan entered, "Liam if you're the only one they'll have to notice-,"
"What? Notice me? Realize that they have another kid?!" It was the Christmas fight no one wanted. Especially if Liam started it. The boy no one heard more than a yes or no from was throwing the verbal punches no one wanted. Liam spoke the truth, 

"We know you're here. Never have your father and I forgotten about you." Harry informs entering the room with his hair down with long curls, plaid pants with a long sleeve white shirt. It's as casual as the boys have seen him in years. Liam stands tears rolling down his cheeks, "N-never? I-is that where all my birthdays went? A-all those days at s-school where parents were supposed to go."
"Liam we love you, we're just busy."
"Too busy for me? Merry Christmas, Dad." Storming from the room all three men turn to watch Liam leave. "Well damn," Connor mumbles, "I expected a longer rant." Tristan scoffed glaring at his brother grabbing his coat leaving too. Harry sighed looking to Connor, "Fuck you." The teen snarls taking himself upstairs.

It wasn't until late that Liam had snuck down to grab his presents under the tree. Part of him was curious to see what he got. He'd admit it. The other part of him wanted to chuck in in the fireplace. "Could you at least open mine?" Tristan asks softly kneeling behind him in front of the tree. Liam glances over his shoulder with sad eyes, "I-I still love Christmas. J-just not this years."

"I know buddy." Liam sniffles leaning his head on Tristan's shoulder tearing open the paper to see a picture frame. "I-it's from Bradley too." Tristan informs, "W-what is this?"
"T-there are some things you should know." He whispers, Liam taking the picture frame seeing Louis grinning as he's holding a baby boy in his arms standing next to someone else in a wheelchair. Harry had his arms around Louis, Connor sat on the guys lap in the wheelchair, Tristan and Bradley kneeling in front for the picture. "W-who-,"
"T-that's James, Liam."
"N-no, it can't be! H-he died before I was born! He died!"
"Papa insisted he sees you before he passed away. You were just a week old." Liam drops the picture to his lap letting the sobs the rack his body do so. He needed to cry, screaming in frustration Liam shoots up panting heavily, "L-Lee, calm down-"
"Don't fucking tell me to calm down! They lied to me!" Liam shrieked, Harry rushing into the room, "Liam James! What the hell?!" 

"You lied to me! Y-you and Papa both! J-James met me, a-and no one told me." Liam confessed, Harry sighs, "There's a lot more to the story your brother isn't letting on."

"Oh yea like what Dad?!" Tristan calls, "Why isn't Bradley here, Tristan? Why don't you explain to Liam why his Papa feels like shit whenever he sees him?"

"H-he what?" Liam whimpers, "Fuck you!" Tristan snarls decking Harry in the jaw having the man nod returning the punch to Tristan's eyes kneeing him in the stomach, "Did the fucking army teach you that?! You're a fucking fraud!" Harry insults, "You will never measure up to the man James was."

"Yea? You'll never measure up to your drunken father. He was better." Tristan growls blood dripping from his nose Harry punched him in, the last remark broke the two apart, both sending each other mental death threats.

Crashing to his knees, Liam lets tears rolls down his cheeks seeing Connor in the doorway judging the scene with silence, Tristan walking away with a scoff. Harry resumes to stand, no one bothering with the front door opening. Entering the living room, Louis gains the looks of Liam who can only cry harder as Louis scans the room, "W-what did I miss?" Connor bitterly laughed, "A fucking Styles' Christmas." Leaving the room as well, Liam returns his look to the discarded picture frame, "what the hell happened to your face? Why aren't the gifts open,-" Louis goes on, Liam tracing the grin Louis has as he's bent down next to James.  

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