Till The Lies Run Out € Larry Stylinson MPreg

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December 18th, 2016
Liam

A soft cry woke me up the next morning. I lifted my head from the soft cold counter and breathed in the crisp morning air. My eyes wander down the hall to Harry's and Louis's room where the noise was coming from. I grabbed the paperwork off the counter and quickly placed it in a draw in the kitchen. After I had married Niall I limited most of the house staff so it would just be me and him. I wanted our lives to more intimate and closer. The closer we got the more I found out.

I took the pans out of the bottom kitchen draw at the memories flooded back. It was a month and a half ago when I was making pancakes, which was Niall's favorite. He was setting on the counter across from as I put the finishing touches on his breakfast, whipped cream and blueberries. I placed the plate beside him before stepping between his legs and putting a blueberry in his mouth. He smiled as he at the berry then pulled me into a small kiss.

"I love you, Liam."

"I love you, too."

I could still feel the warm embrace I pulled him into and hear his small giggle when I ran my hand down his back. Then the whine of pain. I was so confused at first, so I pulled away and quickly with my hands yanking his risks slightly. That is when he screamed. It was the most horrifying sound I had ever heard as he pulled away from me. My heart was broken as he held his wrists, pulling one of his blood soaked sleeves down slightly.

"Can I see?"

He didn't answer me. He only gave me his battered wrists. I pulled his sleeves up to see opened bleeding cuts along with scars that were much older.  I wanted to help him. He was the love of my life, and I just had to save him.

"Why?

He told me that he had been depressed recently that he was struggling with accepting himself. He said he wanted to get help for himself for our family. I said I would help him anyway I could. Is it bad I believed he lied.

The sound of little footsteps pulled me from my nightmare as Baylor and Isaac ran through the kitchen chasing each other. As I rested back in reality I began to plate the blueberry pancakes.