Zayn's Fault (Liam Centric) -editing-

Chapter Twenty-Three

[trigger warning (?) unedited.]

"Daddy we go?" Zayn whispers, allowing his father to zipper up his sweater.

"Right, buddy. Only for a little while, yeah? Then we come back to be with papa and Li." Niall responded, walking down the stairs with Zayn close behind.

"Papa know we go, daddy?"

"No, Zee. That's the fun of it. Let's go now." Niall picks the smaller boy, opening the door lightly.

They walk around for a while before Zayn tugs on Niall's jumper, letting him know he's ready to go.

"Ready, bud?"

"We go park!"

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Harry woke up that morning alone. He goes up to a sitting position, turning and his face expression showed confusion.

He dragged himself out of bed, walking down the stairs and into the kitchen, wondering if Niall was in there cooking breakfast. When he noticed he wasn't there, he was more confused.

He let it go when Zayn wasn't asleep in his bedroom as well, knowing Niall and Zayn had gone somewhere without telling him.

Harry sighs, "Really Niall.." He knew Liam was in his room. That meant it was only Liam and Harry. The two alone.

He sat down on the kitchen stools instead, serving himself his breakfast.

After a few minutes, he heard footsteps. Of course, he knew it was Liam. Who else would it be? He sighed when he heard the kitchen door open slightly.

Liam's eyes widened and he jumped. He just went down to get a glass of water, not to get scared of his own father. Well, he wasn't expecting him there.

"Morning, Liam." Harry said lightly, barely letting Liam hear him.

Liam nods but doesn't respond, leaving the kitchen again causing Harry to roll his eyes at his antics.

And that was just the morning.

As the afternoon rolled in, - nearly half twelve-Niall and Zayn haven't returned. It wasn't very much of a surprise for Harry, to be fair.

Harry was finishing up dinner when he heard Liam come inside the small kitchen.

"Want dinner?" Harry asks.

"No." Liam replies simply.

"And why not?"

"We're not doing this again, papa." Liam sighs.

"Well you don't make the rules, now do you?" Harry snaps, turning to look at his son.

"No I don't and I think anyone can see I don't because I would be doing a much better job in parenting!"

"You're getting on my nerve." Harry says, running a hand through his hair.

"When am I not." Liam whispers.

"I'm getting sick and tired of your attitude, Liam. What have I done?"

"What have you not done?! How about you stop judging me?! The thing you've done was be a horrible parent!" Liam doesn't regret.

"So you think I'm a horrible parent now, huh? What are you going to do? Leave me?" Harry asks, shaking his head.

"You're always saying how bad I treat you but don't you think you hurt me?! No because it's all about you now isn't it?" He continues, his voice raising.

"Why can't you let me speak for once?!" Liam says the same level.

"Because I don't care what you've got to say!" Harry was yelling by now. Right, he was losing it.

"What are you going to do now? Hit me? Again, like you did last time?!"

"Listen here, son. You don't speak to me like that, we don't got a problem." Harry's voice seemed strong but his facial expression felt weak.

"And what if I do?"

"I am your parent, you don't speak to an adult that way. Got it?" Harry calmly explains.

"Nope." Liam replied sheepishly.

"You little-" Harry growled before being cut off.

"Harry!" Niall speed-walked toward his husband.

Niall and Zayn were watching the whole time. They had gotten home and the two haven't even noticed.

Zayn was crying at the first yell, covering his face with his little hands and trying to cover up the screams.

"Harry, stop. Come on." Niall turned Harry around.

Harry burst into tears, hiding his face in Niall's shoulder.

"Shh, hun, it's alright." Niall shushed his husband, holding him close as he sobbed.

Liam had his own tears running down his cheeks as he quietly went upstairs to his room.

He went inside his bathroom, closing the door. He took out the thing he's used for the past year.

His razor of course.

He pulled the blade, running it around his wrist, developing blood.

The problem was, he didn't close he door well.

And little did he know there was a certain little boy watching his older sibling with horror.

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Hey guys, it's not Lilo. It's her friend, she asked me to write the ending note for her. So the author of this story, has been feeling down for a few days. Due to depression and insecurities and other things.

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