Who Knew?(Sequel) Book 2

Chapter 17

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How I see Liam in the story in the media section!*

 (Melina's POV) 

"If you are going to be acting like this from now on, don't expect to live past a week." he growled. I whimpered and nodded. He pushed my onto the couch and let me sit by myself while he went into the kitchen.

'This needs to end soon or I'll end it myself.' I thought. 

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I was curled up into a ball wiping the tears from my eyes. I heard a cough and looked up and saw Harry erupt into a coughing fit. I shot him a confused look and he cupped his neck signalling he couldn't breathe. 

His asthma.

My eyes widened in  realization and I started to panic. "Liam!" I screeched. 

"What?" he asked. 

"Harry, he needs an inhaler!" I yelled, Liam came in running and saw Harry. He ran down the hallway and there was a lot of shuffling before he came back out with what Harry needed and sat down next to him. Liam shook the inhaler and helped Harry breathe it in. Harry curled into a ball, wanting to hold his chest but he couldn't. He was out of breath and was wheezing.

I sighed in relief and so did Liam, he got up and put the inhaler on the coffee table in front of me and went back into the kitchen and came out shortly after with a bottle of water and untied Harry's hands. Liam handed him the water bottle and Harry chugged about half of it and screwed the cap back on and placed the bottle next to him. Liam bent down and re-tied Harry's hands in front of him to make it easier to access the water and inhaler. 

I settled back into the couch and put my hands in my lap, waiting for Liam's reaction. Surprisingly he didn't have a reaction, all he did was sit right next to me on the couch. and pull me onto his lap. I found it highly uncomfortable but I didn't exactly want to move around because he might get a bit excited. I looked at Harry with an apologetic expression on my face but he just looked away. 

My shoulders slumped and Liam pulled me back a little so that my back was molded with his front. I was uncomfortable but this was better than him beating me or Harry. I made myself get in a better and more comfortable position and Liam didn't oppose he just held me tighter. 

I heard a loud cry, but I knew it wasn't from Harry or Liam, and obviously it wasn't from me. 

Niall.

I shifted in Liam's lap and listened harder for anything, and I heard whimpers and crying. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to restrain myself from getting up and seeing what was going on. I guess Liam heard what I did and tried to calm me down but it didn't help at all. I shifted again but Liam held me tighter, not letting me move at all except for my chest for breathing. 

"Liam?" I whispered softly. He hummed in response. 

"I-Is Niall okay?" I asked concerned. He tensed up a little bit but relaxed instantly.

"I'm going to be honest with you. Zayn doesn't give two flying fucks about Niall. He just wants to feel loved so he's going to act nice for a little while, and then turn on Niall. Zayn also just wants sex, so he probably persuaded Niall into having sex with him, and that's why you hear the things you have been."

I looked down at my hands and picked at the skin around my nails. "What's the history between them?" I asked as politely as I could.

"That's a long story love, maybe another day." Liam sighed, I wanted to protest but I knew I shouldn't. I asked enough questions for one day.