It was about three in the afternoon when he heard a key turning in the locks. “Get out of bed, Payne.” Harry, who somehow had gotten himself a key of Liam’s house, entered Liam’s bedroom and pulled open the curtains. Liam squinted his eyes at the bright June sunlight and groaned.
“What do you want, Harry? Leave me alone.” Liam was whining and moping like a five year old.
He wasn’t ready for visitors and ‘it’ll be alrights’ and he was pretty sure Harry was going to say those words. He’d probably mean all well and good and Liam regretted his harsh tone right away.
“Sorry, shouldn’t have snapped at you.” He said quickly when he saw Harry’s confused face.
“Seriously, you’re saying sorry because you snapped? That wasn’t snapping, Liam and you shouldn’t apologize you little innocent puppy.”
Liam shrugged “Sorry”
Harry sighed and shook his head. He positioned himself next to Liam on the bed with his shoes on Liam could see all the dirt under his soles and he was about to ask if Harry could please take his shoes off when Harry spoke. “You have got to stop being so innocent and we’re going to help you.” With those words Harry dialed Louis’ number and told the older boy to come over. He smirked and thad made Liam scared.
What the fudge cakes is going to happen?