Zayn's Fault (Liam Centric) -editing-

Chapter Seventeen

[short chapter I'm sorry :( ]

Harry had calmed that night due to crying himself to sleep. Of course Niall was upset, and worried. He wanted things to get better but didn't want to push anything either.

He allowed himself to sleep with that thought, snuggling close to Harry before closing his eyes.

Next morning the couple woke early for different reasons. Harry waking from a nightmare whom woke Niall as well.

Now, both were up at eight in the morning, their eyes open not hearing one thing as it's always silent in the mornings- well, until Zayn's up anyway.

"You okay?" Harry turns to his husband after he spoke.

"M'fine, Niall. Honest." Harry sighs. He wraps his arms around Niall's waist, pulling him closer to his body.

Minutes later, their door is opened, Zayn running inside their room.

"Daddies!" He squeals, jumping up in the bed, just as Harry catches him.

"Good morning, baby." Harry says, ruffling his hair.

"Why're you up so early, boo?" Niall questions.

Zayn rarely was up at this time. He would usually be the first one up, though. Waking his parents every morning.

He shrugs before replying, "Woke up
'n couldn't sleep no more."

"Right. You hungry Zee?" Harry tickles Zayn's tummy, causing him to giggle.

He nods, "Uh-huh!"

"How 'bout I help you get dressed while papa makes breakfast, yeah?" Niall grins, as Zayn agrees. Both getting up, walking toward his room.

They treat Zayn like a baby, he doesn't seem to mind.

Harry goes down the stairs and into the kitchen, starting breakfast for the three of them. No, four. Harry reminds himself.

He wasn't looking forward to being with Liam, though. He's not ready, and isn't too sure when he will be.

Later that day, Harry found himself in the kitchen again, helping Niall cook dinner.

Zayn was already in his seat at the table, kicking his feet lightly as he plays with his daddy's phone.

Liam had gone out of his room to the kitchen for a glass of water. What he didn't expect was his family to be inside there.

"Dinner's almost ready, Liam. You should sit." Niall tells him.

Liam shakes his head, "I don't want dinner."

Niall raises an eyebrow, "Why?"

"I'm not hungry."

"And why not?" It was Harry's turn to ask.

"I already ate." Liam shrugs.

"When did you eat?" Harry questions lastly.

"Can you stop asking me questions?! It's my life! Why care about it now!?" Liam snaps.

Harry glares at him coldly. Before getting up and speed-walking to the door, slamming it on his way out.

"Harry!" Niall calls before he closed the door.

He shakes his head at Liam before leaving the house as well, looking for his husband.

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