That Boy // l.p. ||COMPLETED||

11.

Emma Johns.

He just sits there fiddling with the hem of his shirt as he doesnt say anything. We have been seated like this for an hour now. Is it so bad that he wants to hesitate with what he wants to tell me? He hasnt spoken or even looked up after telling me that my intruptions wouldnt be needed as he was about to tell me. But nothing has been said, my phone has been vibrating every few minutes but I ignore it knowing this is more important then what someone else is saying.

"Liam, please" i plea, as this silience is getting to me. He just doesn't understand that all this staying quiet will just eat him on the inside. I hear a sharp intake on air. He closes his eyes briefly before opening them once again.

"My father is an alcoholic. He has beaten my mom since I was 2. When I was at the age of 10, he started on me as my mother became pregnant. He hated the idea of another child around but as he referred to me as a disappointment. He wasn't the brightest guy but when it came to grades he was picky. Straight A's was something he looked for and I strived to get.

But as I went to school with black eyes and bruises my grades dropped. He didn't approve of that. I was always told I would be nothing, and I will always disappoint. I never wanted to believe him not after so many years of hearing it. After Connor's birth, he changed. It was a pleasant thing to see but it didn't last long."

I reach over the table and grab Liam's hand in mine. He smiles at me before taking another deep breath. "When Connor started school the beatings continued as he brought in C's. I always took the beating for him as I would run my mouth when in needed. Dad hated it as I grew enough strength to protect them from him the only way I know.

Going home is always the worst. Some days he is off to work or I found mom and Connor beaten and crying in a corner. School is somewhere I don't belong as I have to protect them from someone that I should never have to." His brown eyes stay locked on mine as I can't understand any of this. His dad is abusive towards his family. Yet I seen that but to his mother I don't know if it's an idea to believe.

Does he want sympathy from me? Yet everyone else? I get up from my seat at the table. Walking over to his seat I wrap my arms around him. He doesn't move or anything. I know it is hard but by his terms I just can't find myself to believe yet understand. This is what I was warned about. The sympathy he always looked for by causing pain onto himself and walking to school.

I pull away from him. Grabbing his hand in mine I pull him up from his chair and end off into the school in search of the other guys.

....

We dropped Liam off at home. I set around the fire with Harry, Louis, Zayn and Niall. I tell them what was told to me earlier as they seem to have the same facial expression I held. They all start butting in adding something that I didn't know. As his dad makes big money and Liam always disrespects him.

I never seen Liam to be that kind of guy but they know him better then I do. I go up to my room grabbing my binder seeing as we are all here so why not discuss ideas for the summer. I take my seat beside Niall and Harry. They look down at my binder as I glance to see the drawing of me. That was something that meant so much to me but I never figured out who drew it.

"Liam, he drew this. I remember him telling me the day you found it. He loved you for so long. His binder is filled with your name on pages of paper in many forms and shapes. He wrote poems about you in English class ask ways getting an A for his work. I knew this for so long but never told anyone as he was my friend."

Niall's words astonish me. Liam obsessed? Maybe, but is the feeling mutual? I shake my head not seeing as this is something I want. I love him I do but it never sees past friends. I could see myself with him as in such a relationship but the baggage and claim he has is to much. I slowly get the paper out of my binder and toss it into the fire. Seeing as a new life will start.

I lean my head on Niall's shoulder. As I watch the flames and heat slowly tear at the paper that once had my happiness behind it.