Do I Frighten You? 2

Liam's Pov

I made my way back to my car, with this baby in my arms, I glared at him for some time and then I didn't know what to do once I got to my car, it all just happened and that is what they get for blaming something on me that I didn't even do. I opened the back car seat and then basically threw that kid back there, and he screamed. He needs to be quiet, it is nothing but cushion, I closed the door and then made my way towards my side of the car and then I sighed and ran my hand through my hair and then pulled off.

Niall's pov

“What happened?” I said as Harry opened the door to his house. His expression was blank and then I pushed him and then walked inside of the house and he closed the door and I turned around and looked at him. “You let Liam have your kid.” I crossed my arms, disappointed in him.

“It is not like that.” He said through his teeth. “He was going to get me in trouble. I couldn't do anything.” He said and rolled his eyes.

“Wow, You rather protect yourself than your kid, what is wrong with you? Have you been drinking, do you even know what it is to be a father, You have been a father over a year and then you let them happen? How? Why? This is ridiculous.” I said throwing my hands up. I never yelled at Harry, but right now he deserves it, maybe it will knock some sense into him.

“I didn't just give him up, But I need your help.” He said in a whisper. I looked at him and waited for him to continue. “It might involve my own life.” He spoke.

Liam's pov

I had gotten back to my house and the kid was still crying, I should have never taken him, I don'tfeel sorry, it is just that I am tired of hearing this stupid cry.

“Shut up!” I yell, slamming my hand on the steering wheel, when I stopped the car.

I got out the car and then grabbed my keys and then opened the back door and grabbed the kid by his arm and dragged him into the house. I see nothing but Harry in this kid, and I am nothing but mad at Harry, He fucked up my life, and now I can finally fuck his life up. He deserves this. I put the kid on the couch, and then grabbed my phone out of my pocket and then checked it, I had nothing going on, I just decided to call someone that I knew break into the house.

“Hello.” I said.

“Hi,” He spoke through the other end and then I smiled.

“I got the kid.” I said.

“I thought you were not going to get the kid? What happened?” He spoke in his Australian accent.

“It just happened and now the little shit won't stop crying.” I said looking at the kid who had his face buried into the couch, crying.

“I should go and see him. Just for the fun of it.” He laughed.

“Take him if you need to.” I said.

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Later I had heard a knock on the door and then I made my way towards it and then I opened it and then I seen my tall lean friend at the door.

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