"I want Zaynie," Harry mumbled, "Now,"
"Harry," Liam sighed, grabbing a plate of food and setting it in front of the small curly boy, "I'm sorry, okay? Just eat your dinner and then maybe we can watch a movie or go to the park,"
"No!" Harry pouted, "Not without Zaynie,"
"Oh, c'mon, love, please?" Liam asked, "Just eat. You love these chicken fingers, I know you do. You ate a whole plate of them yesterday,"
"Zayn," Harry continued to pout.
Liam bit his lip, not really knowing what to do. Harry had been refusing to do everything lately, acting like a small child. He wouldn't do anything unless he could talk to Zayn. So, Liam finally gave in, walking out of the room to grab the phone, and called the Tomlinson's house. It rang a few times, but finally....
"Hello?" A new voice answered the phone.
"Uh, hi, this is Liam Payne. I was calling to see if Zayn had a moment to talk to Harry," Liam said, looking to the bouncing boy on the couch, staring up at him with bright green eyes, shining with excitement.
"Sure," The voice said, "This is Louis, by the way. I'm Jay's son,"
"Oh," Liam smiled, "It's nice to meet you, Louis,"
He chuckled, "You too. Alright, here's Zayn,"
Liam handed Harry the phone and smiled when the young boy placed it above his ear.
"Harry, darling, you have to put the phone by your ear and by your mouth so that you can hear Zayn and he can hear you, okay?" Liam asked.
Harry nodded and bit his lip in focus as he placed the phone on his ear.
"Zayn?" Harry asked.
"Hey, charming, it's me," Zayn said, in all honesty a little bit choked up. He really missed Harry, like, really missed him. And he would never understand that Harry missed him the same.
"I went outside on my own," Harry giggled, "Liam didn't like it,"
"What! Let me talk to Liam!" Zayn screamed in panic. What if his brother was hurt because Liam was a incapable caretaker?
"No, no, Zaynie, it's okay," Harry said, hoping that Zayn wasn't mad at him, "Liam got me before the car did,"
Now Zayn was panicking, "Harry Styles, you put Liam on the phone right now, do you hear me?"
Harry was shocked by Zayn's harsh words, and gave the phone to Liam, tears welling up in his eyes. Liam worriedly took the phone-only having heard half of the conversation. He took a deep breath, hoping Zayn wasn't too upset.
"Hello?"
"Okay, listen here, Liam," Zayn growled, "I don't know why the hell you would let him go outside on his own, but if you ever do it again, or let him get hurt, I will hunt you down and destroy you,"
Liam gulped and then decided that he should probably explain himself, "Uh, yes, I understand. But the only reason this happened was because of my father. Harry is a little bit afraid of him, and he was really skittish, and he started yelling at me, and then he ran outside. I chased after him because I knew he wasn't allowed out there alone. And he was in the middle of the street. I had to jump out in front of a car to save him,"
There was a pause, a moment of silence, and then Liam heard a broken sob from the other end of the phone.
"I'm sorry, Liam," Zayn cried, "Thank you, thank you for saving my brother,"
"It's...it's okay," Liam stuttered, "Here, uh, let me give the phone back to Harry,"
When Harry had the phone back, he had already forgotten the harsh tone Zayn had just used with him moment ago, and he was giggly and excited again.
"Zaynie," Harry said.
"Yes, charming," Zayn said, trying to mask his voice so Harry didn't hear the tears.
"You're my boyfriend, right?" Harry said, thinking back to what Liam had told him a few days ago. Zayn was silent on the other side of the phone, his mind whirling. Where was this suddenly coming from?
"Uh," Zayn said, "Sure, charming, whatever you want,"
Harry squealed, "Thank you, Zaynie!"
"Of course," Zayn quieted his cries once again, "I miss you,"
"I miss you too," Harry said.
"I have to go now, but make sure to give Liam a hug for me, okay? He saved your life. Do you know that Harry?" Zayn asked.
"He did?"
"Yes, he did. Okay, I have to go. Love you, charming," Zayn smiled.
"I love you too, boyfriend," Harry giggled.
~
Liam and Harry were now sitting in Harry's room, Harry working on a painting of Cinderella. It was good, Harry thought, but not as good as when Zayn helped him. He suddenly felt frustrated, looking up from his work and over to Liam, who was reading a book in the corner. Harry grunted to get his attention, and then looked down to his painting hopelessly, wishing Zayn was here to help him.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Liam asked, standing up and walking over to where Harry was sitting. Harry threw his brush down, the sudden anger becoming too much.
"No good," Harry growled, picking up the painting and ripping it in half.
"Wow, Harry, calm down," Liam said, as Harry began to thrash around, completely uncontrolled. Harry couldn't though. He was so angry. He wanted Zayn, right now. He needed him. Where was he? "Harry, please,"
"No!" Harry screamed, grabbing his head and trashing back and forth, falling off the bed and to the ground before Liam could do anything.
That's when the shaking started.
Liam had never seen a seizure before, and he sure as hell didn't know what to do. In panic, he ran out of the room and to his mum, hoping more than anything that she would know what to do. In the end, Liam and his mum just stood there, watching it happen, both of them crying silently. This boy didn't deserve any of this. His life had been absolute hell, and really, all he deserved was a happy life with his brother.
When the seizure was over, Harry broke down into tears on the ground, holding himself and rocking back and forth helplessly.
"Liam, honey, go run him a warm bath," Mrs. Payne said. Liam nodded and did as his mother instructed, leaving Harry's side. "Harry, honey, please calm down,"
"I JUST WANT ZAYN!"
"Harry, baby, he can't be here," Mrs. Payne tried her best to calm him.
"I MISS ZAYNIE. I WANT MY ZAYN!"
And that's when it became obvious that life couldn't continue on like this. Mrs. Payne sent Harry to the bath, and she walked downstairs, picking up the phone and giving Ms. Edwards a call.
~
Ms. Edwards came over the next day, dressed up in her work clothes and wearing those damn heels again. She sat Liam, Harry, and Mrs. Payne all down in the living room, wearing a fake smile.
"So, I have some good news," She said, "As Mrs. Payne informed me yesterday, there needs to be a change made around here, for Harry's sake." Mrs. Payne and Liam nodded, while Harry just sat there, staring at a bright light across the living room. "I have decided to move Harry to another house. And, because I was lucky enough to have receive a phone call from the Tomlinson's earlier this week, I am pleased to inform you that Harry will be moved to live with them, and...Zayn,"
When Ms. Edwards said Zayn's name, Harry snapped his head up and tried to focus in on the conversation, "Zayn?"
"Yes, Harry," Liam smiled sadly, "You are going to go live with him again,"
Harry eyes lit up, and he began cheering, giggling, hopping up and down and then finally wrapping his arms around Liam's torso, "Thank you, Liam,"
Liam chuckled and hugged back, "No problem, Haz,"
"Alright, he will be moved within the next few days, and you can go and help him settle into his new home. And, there are a few things that need to be remembered. One, Harry's safety is the primary focus. And two, they shouldn't room Harry with Zayn. He needs to have some independence,"
Harry titled his head in confusion, "But he's my boyfriend,"
Ms. Edwards froze, and she turned to the small blonde boy, "No, Harry, he's your brother,"
"Step-brother," Liam interrupted, a little bit nervous about where this was going.
"Yes," Ms. Edwards said, "But he isn't your boyfriend, Harry,"
"What?" Harry asked, tears filling his eyes, "B-But, he loves me,"
Ms. Edwards just sighed and stood up, "I'll see you later this week,"
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