Part 20

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Karen's POV
"Are you two situated?" I ask them as they come downstairs. (Y/N) was wearing gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt supporting the school. "Sorry, I figured Nicola wouldn't mind if I borrowed her clothes again," she tells me, glancing up at Liam and then back at me. "Oh, it's fine, honey, she wouldn't mind." I notice (Y/N) had taken a shower, while Liam had not. "I'm about to shower, be right back," he tells us, trailing back upstairs. (Y/N) looks back at me and grins.

"Come and sit down, sweetheart," I tell her, gesturing to join me on the couch. She nods and sits down to my right. Her wet hair was now pulled up in a bun. Her eyes wandered around the room until they stopped at a picture of Liam. She stands up quietly and walks over to the fireplace, grabbing the small frame of an eight year Liam. I try not to watch her, but I notice a small smile escape from her mouth as her eyes stare down at the picture. It was a photo of Liam when he had first began to play football. He was holding the ball in front of him and smiling at the camera. His team had just won their first game, which happened to be Liam's also.

That photo made me so proud, to see how far he's come in his football career, and now he had a great girl admiring a photo of his past. I don't know how much time passed, and I don't know when the shower turned off, but I allowed her to be surprised when he came downstairs. He appeared by the couch, already watching her and never taking his eyes off of her. He quietly crept up behind her and whispered something in her ear, making her slightly jump. He quietly laughs and looks down at the photo that was still in her hands. I look at both sets of eyes and see happiness and admiration. (Y/N) looks up at him and their eyes meet, again showing both happiness and admiration, this time not for the photo. I'm pretty sure they forgot I was in that room, and I didn't mind.

AN: Apparently I had this typed out on November 19, but forgot about it...

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