Liam's P.O.V

I slip out of Zayn's house later honestly never wanting to leave. I can't wipe the smile of my face even as I pull up to the small trailer called my home.

I walk up the concrete cracked steps and open the door knowing it will always be unlocked.

I immediately cringe at the smell of cigarettes and booze that overwhelm my senses. I see my mom on the couch passed out a cigarette barely hanging from her fingers, I'm quick to take it out and stomp it into the already burnt carpet.

After my dad got sent to jail for being I'm a gang and selling drugs my mom kinda stopped caring. I look at the time and see Noah's school is almost over he's 4.

I grab the keys to the paint scratched minivan and drove off leaving the door wide open without a care in the word, its not like there is anything valuable in there anyways.

I reach the school in about 5 minutes and spot Noah quickly waving at him. A teacher walks his small frame over to the car and smiles opening the car door so he can hop into his seat and buckle in.

I smile driving away eyeing him through the mirror. He looks tired slumped into his seat a large yawn releasing from his mouth.

"How was school?" I ask driving quickly back home and letting him out of the car.

He yawns again and makes grabby hands signalling for me to pick him up which I do hugging him tightly swaying slightly as I walk up the concrete steps door still wide open.

I make no attempt to be quiet and practically stomp into the run down trailer keeping my eyes on my mother who is still passed out on the couch. I roll my eyes and carry Noah to the kitchen, it reeks of rotten food and I search the ground until I find the source throwing it away.

Of course she can't clean up after herself. I roll my eyes again but put on a happy face as I set Noah on the counter.

"Hungry?" I ask tickling his belly a little to get a smile out of his sleepy face.

He only nods resting his head on my shoulder.

"Okay I will find a snack" I push Noah's head away and open the fridge but all that's there is expired yogurt and a bottle of vodka.

I sigh loudly stomping over to the couch shaking a coushin awaking my horrible mother she groans sitting up and slapping my shoulder hard. I don't flinch.

"You were supposed to get groceries today what do you expect to feed Noah he's lactose intolerant and the damn yogurt is expired and unless you count vodka as a meal for a 4 year old then please get up" I roll my eyes standing over her.

She looks horrible, hair not brushed or washed in what I assume days and face sunken.

"You know Liam I try" I cut her off there.

"No, no you dont, what have you done today besides drink half a bottle of that shit vodka and lay in bed"

She swallows thickly and adverts my eyes making me sigh, messing with the hairs on the back of my neck.

"You are always taken me for fucking granted there is a roof over your head liam" she spits.

"I am?! But there is nothing to eat in this goddamn house it's not me being ungreatful there's just nothing to feed your two sons who you don't give a shit about anyways" I scoff. She stands not even close to being as tall as me.

"Give me your hands" she hisses. I look back at Noah and smile to attempt to show him that it's all okay.

Not wanting to fight I hold them out biting my lip hard as she takes her empty bottle of tequila and smashes it onto my knuckles. I shake from the pain of the alcohol in my cuts but I brush it off hissing slightly. Turning away I shake my head grabbing Noah's hand.

"Lets get out of here"

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Zayn's P.O.V

Its a little after 5 and I hear a knock on my door I cautiously open it well aware I had no weapons to find Liam and a little boy peeking from his leg. I smile immediately but I furrow my eyebrows. Why is he here?

Liam reads my mind explaining.

"Can we stay here for a few" he asks looking around. My mom wont be home for work so I cautiously let them in.

"Who's this?" I ask widely smiling the adorable little boy still hiding behind Liam's legs. Liam smiles picking him up.

"This is my little brother I was telling you about, Noah this is Zayn" he introduces me grabbing my hand to squeeze tightly. I blush and smile waving with my free hand.

"Is dis the one you always talk about Leeyum?" Noah asks sweetly tilting his head as he stares. I cough blushing even more.

"Yes, this is the one" liam whispers soflty looking down at me smiling. I smile back and step away so they can fully enter my house. Still feeling very awkward.

POV CHANGE IM SORRY IM TRASH

Liam's P.O.V

We step into the nice house but I'm distracting by Zayn's cuteness to even care about how nice the house is. I follow Zayn to the living room Noah's hold on me loosens when he spots the huge flat screen TV tugging at my shirt so I can let him down. I set him on the soft carpet watching him leap onto the couch.

"Noah!" I start to scold him but Zayn puts a small hand on my shoulder.

"Liam its fine" he rests his head against my arm because he can't reach my shoulder. I smile but wince a little when he grabs my hand and squeezes it. Of course my Zayn notices backing up examing the cuts on my knuckles that thankfully stopped bleeding on the car ride here.

"Oh my god! Liam what happened!?" He asks holding my hand gently looking up at me.

Zayn's eyes are the prettiest eyes I've ever seen. They're brown but when you really look at them they look like drops of honey hidden beneath his long lashes. Its how I can really tell if he's okay or if he's not because of his big brown eyes.

"My mom, its fine Zayn" I say slightly pushing him away. I can tell I hurt his feelings and immediately regret it.

"That's not fine your hands are shaking" he crosses his arms still looking cute as ever.

Zayn holds up a finger signalling me to stay there so I do as he tells and he walks over to Noah turning on some kid show for him to keep him entertained.

I take the the time to look him up and down, he ditched the wedges for fuzzy pink socks and wore a large baby blue sweatshirt with black Nike shorts peeking underneath.

He's so cute. Zayn softly walks back to me grabbing my shirt dragging me to the bathroom. I see him look at the top cabinent sighing as his perfect eyebrows furrow.

"Do you need help?" I ask but he scoffs.

"I can reach it Leeyum" he says rolling his eyes as he stretches onto his tippy toes only to be several inches away from the handle. I stiffle a laugh, coughing as his cheeks tint pink.

Despite his whines I pull the cabinent open easily and grab the large first aid kit putting it on the counter. Zayn glares and bites his large bottom lip but it only turns into a smile.

I smile back grabbing his chin to connect our lips. He pushes me away setting himself up the counter as I settle myself between his tan thin legs. Zayn still slightly blushing opens the kit places my hands on his thighs which I definitely didn't have a problem with.

He dabs at my cuts with alcohol but I don't wince, too intrigued with how dainty and small Zayn is and how fucking lucky I am to have him.

"You still haven't explained anything Liam" he mutters under his breath concentrating on wrapping my hands.

"My mom was hungover and I woke her up saying we needed groceries and she got pissed" I explain.

I feel awkard talking about my mom, I don't usually open up to people I shut them out when it gets to this point.

I look up at Zayn who's eyes are watering.

"baby what's wrong?" I ask moving closer to wrap my now bandaged hands around his waist.

"I just c-cant imagine s-someone wanting t-to h-hurt you" he sniffles. I feel my heart swell up with care about how affected he is by this. I squeeze him tightly kissing him firmly on the lips.

"Everything happens for a reason I guess Baby."

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Um I suck and I hate myself wow