Good Enough

T w e n t y E i g h t

"Get out of here kid, he's not gay."

"You have money, who wouldn't use someone so innocent?"

"You honestly think Zayn would go for someone so spineless?"

Liam had left his bike in the ditch, it was as if he was a drunk man and didn't think himself "sober" or emotionally stable enough to drive or pedal. With his hands plucked in his coat pockets, he cries silent tears as he wills all his strength toward getting rid of the lump hardening in his throat.

He knew that by the time he had gotten home, nothing would've mattered. Liam had decided while drifting in the snow, that he would go back with Bradley. Liam needed a change of scenery. A strong change of people, and in the end he knew that he needed to change himself. 

All the daunting insults the mean girl had thrown at him swirled in his head, Girlfriend.

clients.

Girlfriend. 

If Zayn had a girlfriend, what would Liam be? Had it been that his worst fear had come true, and he really was the universes sick joke? 

Years ago, right after Liam had been born, Louis was in a car accident. He was with someone else, the name never made it past the skeptical headlines, and Louis pressed that it was simply a family friend. Though the family knew better. 

Had Liam the man that broke the family apart? The side piece?

His heart feels as though it's been ripped from his chest and stomped on. Strolling onto the bridge, he stares down at the lapping, dark, water. It almost called to him, beckoning to end it all. 

He tilts his head as the wind picked up, Liam did want it all to be over. He was so sick of the constant pain that came with never being good enough for anyone. He was never good enough for his Papa, for Zayn, Harry, Connor, Tristan, Bradley. Hell, Liam thinks climbing over the railing, keeping himself balanced on the edge, I'd never have been good enough for James.

"Papa stop, you can't throw her out-"

"Connor it's ok." rose soothes grabbing her bag, "Stop talking to my children," Louis demands to take Connors wrist, yanking him inside. Harry stands behind him his face emotionless, Louis with his arms now crossed tightly over his chest as police cars start up the driveway, the wind picking up. "You called the cops on that boy?!" Rose shrieks as the taxi driver honked his horn, Louis smirks hardening his look, stepping towards the woman he feels has crossed the line too many times in his book, "There's a reason you're not a parent, and I am." 

"The world is full of sick jokes." Rose snarled, "He'll never love you, ever. It used to feel great when he called me mom." Louis' look falls, the sirens blare in his ears as the lights dance off the features of everyone that's frozen in a standstill. 

Harry's the first one to break when the backseat is opened, a woman pulling a teenager out of her car. He's wrapped in a blanket as his wet hair is matted to his forehead, "We pulled him out as soon as he jumped, keep him warm tonight." She mutters in passing, Louis' horrified face as he runs towards his husband that nods slowly holding Liam closer to him. 

Dropping her bags, Rose starts toward the family concern written in her eyes, "G-go make him tea." Louis croaks tears streaming down his cheeks, Rose nods entering the house. Harry carrying Liam inside sitting with him next to the fireplace, "I-I'll go get him more clothes," the Papa whispers his stomach tightening as he can't see past the stoned look Liam wears. 

It upset him to realize how much Liam was his son. He too wore that stone look. He's just learned to plaster a new one on.

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