Wrapping the sweater he wore tighter around himself, Liam sighs strolling to the den seeing the tree being taken down. Louis sat in one of the chair on his iPad with a cup of coffee in his hand. Glancing over his shoulder he sees Liam sending a simple smile, "Good morning, darling." Liam says nothing taking a spot on the couch curling into himself. "Most people say Morning back," Louis mumbles setting the tablet down to look at the boy, "M-morning Papa." Liam whispers, "Why didn't you open all your gifts yesterday?"
"Why haven't you told me that James got to see me?" Louis tenses at the question his earthy eyes going wide as he scoffs, "W-what?"
"James met me, there's a picture."
"Do you have it?!" Louis shrieks, "why does it matter?"
"Liam James this is not funny." Liam shrugs bringing his knees to his chest, "neither is having me think I was named James because he died before I was born. Living a lie all my life." Louis sighs deeply, "Your whole life has not been a lie, Liam. You were not named James because of your brother. I named you James because I love that name." Liam sniffles wiping his eyes, "I-I can't trust you Papa."
"What are you talking about? Liam who told you that you met James?"
"T-tristan gave me a-a picture of it." He admitted, "Liam, sweetheart, James died when you were a few months old." Louis confessed, "W-why did you never tell me?"
"Because it's not important." Louis snarls, "P-papa?"
"No Liam, just go away."
"Papa,"
"Go before I belt you." Louis barked pointing to the stairs, Liam stood from the couch starting to sob as he ran to Connor's room barging in. "C-connor,"
"L-Liam? What's happened?" Taking his younger brother in his arms, he kissed his forehead, "I'm here, Lee. I'm here."
Running a hand through his hair, "Why did you come home?" Harry asks, Louis standing on their balcony smoking, "It was Christmas, I didn't want to miss it."
"It wasn't a good Christmas." Harry admitted, "I can tell," Louis hums glancing at Harry who sits on a chair nursing his face, "When do you leave to go back?"
"I'm not." Louis informs dropping the cigarette to the ground facing Harry completely. The taller man is wide eyed, "What do you mean?" Louis licks his lips with a sigh, "I quit the movie,"
"why?"
"I couldn't stop thinking about something." Louis confesses leaning on the rail holding his head, "What was it?" Harry pushes standing next to him, "I-I read this story, a-about t-this couple who had been together for years," He pauses licking his lips again trying to form the words, tears pulling in his eyes, "Y-years, a-and one day they just woke up, a-and hated each other. A-are we those people?" The question hung in the bitter winter air, Louis standing with tears teetering on the edge of his eyes, Harry standing in front of him, "I-I," No answer seemsp right. Did they hate each other? Was the famous Louis and Harry finally over? Had they killed each other? Hanging his head, Harry picks it up seeing a single tear roll down Louis' cheek. Wiping it with his thumb, Harry presses a kiss to his forehead hearing Louis inhale shakily with more cries, "I don't know Lou." Stepping away, Louis is left outside to cry. He cries for his relationship he feels he's ruined. Harry was always willing, it was Louis who pushed him away. He was a terrible husband, and father.
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Fanfiction"It'll never be enough," "Of course you're enough-" "To Zayn, b-but, but I'll never be Good Enough for you."
