Adopted by One Direction

Hello Angiam

That night, Liam went to his date with Angie. He was putting on his leather jacket in front of a mirror when I walked into his room. "I. Can't-Wait. Ahh!" He screamed at his reflection, not noticing that I was there. "I just can't." "Good evening," I said pleasantly. "Ahh!" He screamed again, this time directing it to me. "What are you doing in here?" He flushed red. "Niall told me to give this back to you." I tossed him a bottle of hair product. "And are you alright? You are looking rather flustered." "I'm going on a date with Angie!" He twirled around and plopped down onto his bed. "Which will probably be the last official date in a while. I have so little time nowadays to just spend time with her." "Sad," I said, half sarcastically half sympathetically. "But while you're at it, you should ask her if she's alright. She was acting kinda weird when I bumped into her this morning. I think she's sick or something. She barely talked at all."

"Oh no, my poor baby!" Liam said worriedly. "Oh no, my poor baby!" I mimicked him. "Shut up." Liam glared at me. "You shut up." I shot back. He rolled his eyes. "Are you sure Angie was acting all weird?" "Yeah. But since you're her boyfriend and all, you should go ask her about it. Bye." I walked out of the room. Liam left the house half an hour later, dressed in a leather jacket and skinny jeans. He stood in front of the boys nervously, tugging at the collar of his shirt. "What do you think of this outfit?" Harry walked around him, looking at him thoughtfully. "Suits you well. You look great. Now go and meet up with your girl!" Harry pushed him out of the living room. "He is just worried about everything! It's maybe his last date with Angie for a few weeks, and he wants everything to be perfect." Harry said to the rest of us. "He worries too much," Louis stated.

"I know." I laughed. "But someone in the family has to worry. If he didn't worry, you'd all be in jail by now and I'd be homeless." "Quite a fact." That evening, we had the possibly least-romantic dinner of all time, which was probably opposite of Liam and Angie's date. We got Nando's and ate on the sofa, fried chicken in one hand and phone in another. We just 'lazied' our night away, not doing much. We were all slouching on the sofa when we heard the door bang open. Liam ran inside, breathing heavily, his face red. "What's wrong?" I asked immediately. "Liam, are you alright?" 'What's wrong?" I asked immediately. "Liam, are you alright?" "Fine, I'm fine," Liam said quickly, flopping down onto the sofa. He breathed in and breathed out slowly as if each breath took him a lot of energy. Like I had seen on Angie's face this morning, a variety of feelings were clear in Liam's face. He seemed nervous, twitching at every word we said, but I could tell that he was really happy too. Weird.

"Mate. You are not alright." Louis said calmly, putting a hand on Liam's arm. "Spit it out." "Nothing." Liam pushed us away from him. "Just. Received some news. I'll tell you guys later. But for now, I need some time to think. Leave me alone." He stood up and left the room abruptly. "He's never been like that before," Zayn said quietly. "I think something shocking happened. Liam is usually very calm." "I'll go check on him, OK?" I had a feeling that whatever happened tonight had something to do with Angie. She had acted the same way this morning. I found Liam in the kitchen, a bottle of beer in his hand. I looked at the bottle, terrified. That bottle. My dad. He used to get drunk and hit me with it. I took a tentative step backwards, looking at Liam, frightened as if my father would jump out from his eyes and came towards me, holding the bottle high. But now wasn't the time for fear, I told myself firmly. Liam wouldn't hurt you, and you know it.

"Liam. Don't." I said gently, closing my hand around his waist. "We can talk about it. Just don't drink. It won't help." Liam shook off with a brush of his hand. He glared at me fiercely. 'No! I need to be alone! I just need to clear my head" He took another swig from the bottle, gulping the liquor down noisily. "Passion? Are you alright in there?" Harry's voice came up behind me. The four of them stepped into the room, surveying the scene in front of them. "No. Liam. Stop." Louis said, striding over to Liam. He reached out his hand to grab the bottle, but Liam held it away, shaking his head repeatedly. 'You cannot drink alcohol, idiot! Think about your kidney! You cannot drink! Give me that bottle!" Louis ordered authority ringing from his voice. Liam slowly handed the bottle to Louis, and our astonishment lay his head onto Louis' chest and started crying. "Mate," Louis said, more gently then I've ever heard him talk to someone. "Do you want to talk about it? I'll take you up to your room, OK?" Liam nodded tiredly. He lifted his head and I could see two steady streams of tears flowing down his cheeks.