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Part 22

"Okay then. Tomorrow. I'll call him tomorrow."

Yes, Zayn said those exact words.

But that was a week and a half ago...

Which now made it two and a half weeks since he'd seen Harry and Liam. He didn't intend for it to go that way. He really wanted to call and tell Harry how he felt; that he was sorry and that his life seemed futile without him. But words could not explain the shame that came over him for what he had done. He couldn't face them.

Calling Harry now would mean educing the memory of Harry's face and the way it looked when he took Liam and bolted out of his house. It was a painful thought. So wouldn't it be better to avoid reliving it altogether? And even so, Harry did say he didn't want to kiss him or sleep with him ever again anyway? Why even bother? Calling him would probably just set him up for disappointment anyway. As if he hadn't already had enough of it.

Maybe he should just let Harry be. Because no matter how much he wanted him back in his life, one thing was for sure. Even if it took years from now, they'd eventually get over what happened. Liam probably wouldn't even remember Zayn anyway. So that will help make it easier for for Harry to get their lives back to the way it was before Zayn decided that sitting on that particular park bench on August 29th of last year was a good idea.

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"Liam? Where are you?"

Harry had been looking for him all around the condo for a couple minutes now. He finally found him sitting on the floor in Harry's room beside his bed where he couldn't be easily noticeable when just peeking in the room.

"Liam, I've been looking for you. Why aren't you answering me?"

Liam frowned. "I'm sorry." But Harry knew his son all too well and he knew it wasn't a sincere apology. He just didn't want to get in trouble for ignoring his father.

"Liam, Pa doesn't like it when you're upset at him, so can you please, not be upset at me for today?"

"I'm not upset. I'm sad." That caught Harry off guard.

"Well.... Why are you sad?"

Liam shook his head, so Harry sat on the floor across from his son. "You don't want to talk to me?"

Liam didn't answer.

"Did I do something wrong?" He tried.

Still no answer and Harry nervously rubbed the palms of his hands together. He felt like he was stuck in the unknown right now. "Liam, I'm sorry. What is it that you want Pa to do?"

"I want Daddy. I want Daddy in my room." He blurted out, hoping that this time, it would mean Harry would go get him.

Harry sighed. "Liam, I keep telling you. You can't see Zayn. You just can't." Well, that was the first time he ever referred to Zayn by name when talking to Liam.

"Pa, Daddy and I get my crayons and do a picture together."

Harry understood he was saying he missed Zayn drawing with him but that wasn't going to happen regardless of how many times he repeated himself. "Liam, not today. Okay?"

He folded his arms. "No, I want to draw."

"Li," Harry warned. "I don't know how many more times you expect me to keep telling you no. The answer is no. "

"You mean. I want daddy. I'm get daddy and draw in my room. You mean!"

Harry, without thinking grabbed on to Liam's arm, probably tighter than he should have and he shook him a little. "Liam! I said no dammit! He's not coming back! So just.... ugh!" He jumped up on two feet, yanking Liam toward him, and began dragging the boy behind him out of his room. "He's not coming back and honestly I doubt he's even making the effort to come back. So stop fucking asking me about him! He's gone!"