Clary´s POV:

“Don´t look at me with this big eyes”, I told Rosy who sat in front of me on the ground and was actually supposed to watch a series of a creepy toddler series on TV.

However she seemed to be more interested in me, sitting on the sofa with my laptop on my knees and trying to get my homework done.

“I know I suck”, I got on before I shut my mouth quickly.

“Don´t tell your Mommy that I cursed in front of you, little lady, alright?”, I asked her and she giggled at me like I was really such a misery worth a laugh.

Probably I kind of looked like a loser in my pyjama pants and one of Harry´s shirts with my hair in a messy bun and some fluffy socks to warm my feet.

The two of us were all by ourselves because Taylor, Connor and Harry either had work or other meetings which had been way to important to just be canceled.

Of course I offered myself as a babysitter and I had to chuckle a little bit as I thought about the first time I had babysitted Rosy.

It had been the first time I had the feeling that there still was something between Harry and me even though our breakup had been pretty messy and emotional.

That day he had told me that she probably just needed some time to get used to me and I had refused to believe him because she seemed so upset and not good with me at all.

Anyhow I had never imagined I would actually stay long enough to give her the chance to get to know me better.

But I did and somehow she seemed to really be okay with me as her company for the evening and I was really relieved she did not hated me so much anymore that she had the urge to cry through the whole night.

Finally her attention got caught back to the TV and the creepy dancing people which wore horrible costumes, but at least I could concentrate back on my work.

Our task sounded pretty easy at first, but the longer I tried to write something done the harder it seemed to be.

“What moves you right now? Come up with something which is loaded with emotions. Be as creative as you can whether you chose to write a poem or a story, come up with something unique!”

My emotions right now were nowhere where I could use them. Somehow I was exhausted, like in a physically way and hungry and I missed Harry´s body crawled next to me on the couch.

But to be honest these were not the kind of emotions I wanted to write about because they all had written boredom all over it.

Tonight I was neither unique or emotional so all I did was fucking this thing up and tomorrow was the death line, so I had a lot of pressure on my shoulders.

Who did I try to fool here? I was not a good writer actually I was not even near to be an average writer because therefore I had to write something at all. I decided to call someone who could possibly help me somehow. The phone rang three times before he picked up.

“Hello?”, he asked and I smiled for myself.

“I wanted to order some pizza”, I joked and he seemed to be confused.

“Liam, it´s me”, I shed light upon him.

“Oh, I did not recognized your voice over the phone I am sorry”, he apologized.

“Thought so”, I laughed and tried to cuddle more into the sofa.

“What´s up?”, he asked and I stared down at Rosy who made cute, little dancing moves to the horrible song of her TV series.

How could kids be so fascinated by something so brain cells killing?

“I try to do our homework, but I suck miserably!”, I whined and he stayed quiet for some seconds.

“You don´t suck, Clary”, he finally replied.

“But I try to write something down for like over two hours now and all I have is my name, the date and the name of our teacher. No, wait...I actually wrote like two sentences before I deleted them and now my paper is white again”, I sighed.

“Sounds just like a huge writers block”, he said with a little bit chuckling in his voice.

“But I can´t have one right now because tomorrow is our death line and I have to give in anything to provide me from getting kicked out already”, I said unhappy.

This was my dream, but just like with all of the other´s dreams humans had it was nowhere near easy to actually live it.

“You should do something different to get your head free before you force yourself to anything which will suck even more”, he suggested and I sighed even deeper.

“I can´t since I´ve to babysit Rosy. She´s definitely too young to be already brought in into night life”, I laughed and still stared at the black, blinking line on my white page on my laptop. It was like the black got even blacker every time it blinked, reminding how much I had to move it.

“What about some food? It´s only half past eight and she could sleep before she sees the dark of the night for the first time. That way she can oversleep the night life as you call it”, he laughed and I had to join.

He was right, it would take a lot of time to get her to bed anyway and I forgot to eat something the whole day. Now that he had mentioned food my stomach told me incessantly that he craved for some.

“Alright? What do you have in mind?”, I asked him and he went silent again.

“Liam?”, I asked him one more time and he cleared his throat.

“That obvious that I´m at home and not out with friends or something?”, he asked.

“First of all I can hear your TV in the background and you can consider yourself happy that you dont´t have to watch some creepy toddler series. And second you normally prefer to stay at home and read a book instead of going out with friends”, I told him the obvious truth about him.

“Damn it! I definitely have to work on the way how I spend my nights”, he said frustrated and I laughed.

“Just see the positive things about it: If you´d be out now you couldn´t help me out of my misery and you couldn´t pick me up in half an hour to get to McDonalds”, I said and he replied with a laugh.

“So I do pick you up?”, he asked and I answered in the affirmative.

“I´ll be there”, he agreed and hung up on me.

“Rosy, we´re going to grab some food at McDonalds”, I said and she looked excited as I had mentioned the word food. God, she was such a hungry monster.

My page remained empty until the doorbell rang and I quickly hopped off the sofa to open the front door.

Liam had a faint smile on his lips and looked a little bit awkward, standing there in the door frame, waiting for me to do anything.

“Heyho next generation´s writer”, I greeted him and hugged him.

Finally he seemed to be more comfortable and hugged me back.

“Are you guys ready?”, he asked and I nodded before I walked back into the living room to grab Rosy.

She got heavier day by day and I let out a strained noise as I picked her up.

“Young lady, we should think about getting you even more food”, I joked to her, but she only gave me a happy giggle and I melted for this little girl.

I have never been really into kids, but Rosy was just to cute to not love her endlessly.

“Wanna go?”, Liam asked still from the door and I hurried to get back to him.

“Yeah, I´m starving!”, I laughed and we left the flat.

…

“I can´t believe you say she´ll eat all of this”, Liam said surprised as he looked at the meal we got for her.
Basically I tried to get the healthiest things you can get at a fast food restaurant, so she had apples instead of a burger and a carton of milk instead of something sweet and sticky to drink, but she always got crazy about the french fries.

“You´ll see”, I laughed and she already got whining because she could not get to the food in her high chair.

“I think we make a different picture than what we really are”, he said and looked around the people who all seemed to be interested in us.

Even though Liam and I had not held our hands or anything we were the same age and well known with each other through all our lunch breaks we normally spend together every day.

Rosy had been on my arm the whole time because I had been to lazy to deal with the crappy buggy which was like a mechanical miracle to me. To not forget to mention was of course my ring which sparkled perfectly from his treacherous spot on my finger.

The thought of us being a family made me giggle and it was not the first time people gave Liam and me these weird faces.

“It´s like the ring´s sending them some magical vibes to make them look at it and let them think: Aren´t they a little bit to young to get married?”, I said and he joined in my laughter.

Funny how much times had changed over the last years. My great-grandparents would have found it completely normal to marry at such a young age, but to people nowadays getting married at our age was something loaded full with prejudices.

They thought I was pregnant or they accused us to be stupid and immature. But to be honest I just loved Harry so much that even only the thought of him being out of my life again scared me way too much to even continue to think about it anymore.

Therefore the thought of being with him forever, knowing that he will be there every night I come home was making my heart ache of happiness.

“I already got used to it”, I said and shrugged my shoulders.

“Do you already have a date?”, he asked and shook my head.

“Not yet, things were quiet complicated lately so we figured we wait until everything just got a little bit more secure and stable like our jobs and steady wages and things like that”, I let him know.

“So it´s practically like you having a wedding on hold?”, he asked and I laughed and nodded yes.

Somehow a wedding seemed quiet unimportant lately.

“Maybe you should write about love”, Liam suggested and I gave him a smile.

“I refuse to”, I answered and he looked pretty puzzled.

“But why not? You´re talking about it like I don´t know, you know everything about it and you´re such a good example.”

I had considered the same thing the whole day, but somehow I had always decided against it.

“It´s too simple like every second one will be writing about something so big and important like love. How am I supposed to stand out that way? If I want to succeed in this business I need something different, something not everyone will expect right from the beginning”, I explained and he seemed to understand.

“What did you wrote about?”, I finally asked the question which laid on my tongue ever since we had arrived.

“Hate. I somehow just ended up writing about it, don´t know why”, he told me and I gave him a surprised look.

Liam was not a person who seemed to hate things, it was just the other way around. Disliking someone or something completely was not okay with him. That he had chosen hate surprised me therefore. My sigh is deep and frustrated.

“Still no idea?”, Liam guessed and he was right.

Tomorrow was my death line and I could not came up with any idea. I corrected myself immediately. I could not come up with a useful and glorious ideas. Lots of crap was the only possible.

“I´ll just write anything tonight, I have to”, I said quietly and felt like I was about to cry.

“You can do it Clary. You´re such a smart and deeply thinking person I´m sure you can do something great”, Liam tried to cheer me up and I gave him a thankful smile.

What are we humans supposed to do without people who care about us? They are like anchors holding us to the ground whenever we are about to drift away. I did not know what I would do without nice words from Taylor or Zayn, giving me advice.

What I would feel like knowing that Harry was not home waiting for me ready to kiss, hold, listen and comfort me when my day had been horrible.

Thinking about how much I needed them in my life made my heart ache. Was it not supposed to be filled with nothing more than pure joy instead?

Suddenly I knew it. I had my idea. Something I wanted to write about, something different, something unexpected.

“Liam?”, my voice was nothing more than a raspy whisper.

“Yes?”, he looked puzzled over my sudden mood change.

“You have to take us home now because I have my idea.”

His face turned into a wide grin as he realized that he actually had helped me out.

Notes

I am back. I know I had been dead, but I am back I guess.
After a failed strange relationship which had been not really something fun and a homework over 15 pages, an exchange where I went to Ireland for a week (and no unfortunately I have not seen Niall, but loads of stuff with their faces on :D) and after training, training and more training for my dancing crew´s German competition next week I am back!

Hope some of you will still read the story let me know, if you do!
I still love every single one of you. ♥