Liam's POV
"Good morn-afternoon, Harry." I whisper in his ear as I shake him to try to wake him up. "It's Monday, time to look for a job." He groans, and squints his closed eyes. "I made you breakfast." I try convincing him to get out of bed.
"Five more minutes..." He mumbles half-asleep.
"I let you sleep five more hours, come on, wake up and eat your lunch." I demand. I get off of the bed, and walk out of the room hoping he'll get up. I enter the kitchen area, and place three plates of food on the small round table. "Mikey." I call out before watching the child enter the room. "It's time to eat." I smile at her. I help Mikey into a chair, and push her in as I call for Harry. Slowly, the man walks into the room wiping his eyes. Harry yawns, and takes his seat next to Mikey. I do the same, and sit myself beside Harry. I watch as Harry cuts up Mikey's food into tiny pieces for me. "Thank you, Harry." I smile at him, impressed.
"I see you lost the pacifier." Harry smiles at the child. "I'm proud of you." Harry sets the fork and knife on the table as he begins to sluggishly eat his food.
"Someone's tired." I tease before taking a bite of my pancake.
"I couldn't sleep again." He yawns.
"How come?" I look at him.
"I just can't sleep anymore."
"Are you okay?" I ask starting to worry.
"I'm fine." He mumbles, and looks down at his food with a disgusted look on his face. "I'm not hungry."
"Do you feel sick or-"
"Yes, I feel sick." He snaps at me.
"How long?"
"A few months now, nothing to be concerned about."
"Harry, you could be getting cancer or something-"
"Liam, I'm fine." He interrupts me before getting up, and walking into my bedroom. I quickly finish eating and help Mikey with what she couldn't do herself. I leave the dirty plates on the table, deciding on cleaning them up later. I walk into the bedroom to find Harry trying on some of my shirts in front of a mirror. "How does this look?" He asks, turning around so I can see.
"It looks like it's a little tight on you." I say truthfully.
"Well, all of your shirts are tight on me, and I can't get a job naked...Unless I want to be a porn star...Can I be a porn star?" Harry asks causing me to laugh.
"Who'd be your sex-puppet?" I ask, readjusting the Harry's shirt trying to get it to fit.
"You, of course." He teases as I finally get it to look...decent on him.
"I'd get arrested, Harry, especially if it was on the internet."
"Well, I am eighteen-"
"Harry, we are not making a porno." I interrupt him. "Now, how does this look?" I ask, hoping for his approval.
"I need a coat, it's cold out." Harry demands. I exit the room, and grab one of my coats from the rack. I enter the room, and hand him the coat. I help him get it on, watching his reaction from the mirror. "I like it." He smiles at me in the mirror.
"I think you'll get the job, if you change your pants." I say, noticing his boxer briefs.
"Doi." He facepalms himself, and walks back over to my dresser. I lay down on the unmade bed, and close my eyes.
"I need to register you back into school today." I let out a sigh, opening my eyes.
"No." Harry shouts at me. "I don't want to go-"
"Harry, it's your final year, might as well get it over with." I interrupt him.
"Can I go to a different high-school?" Harry begs as he tries to get my pants on by himself.
"You only have half of the year left, just finish it off there." I sit up from the bed. "Do you need help?" I offer.
"No, I'm fine, and I don't want to go to school." He complains, finally getting his pants up.
"Don't you ever want to go to college? I thought you wanted to become a writer."
"I gave up on that dream when my family was killed in the fire, that was four or five years ago now." He reminds me.
"Okay, but you are still finishing high-school." I scold.
"Fine..." He complains, walking out of the room. I follow him, catching him before he leaves.
"Good luck." I smile at him. He turns back around, and pecks my cheek. "Don't mention that you went to jail, and-"
"What if they ask me?" Harry pulls away.
"I don't know, just be honest, I guess. Do you want to take my car?" I ask.
"First of all, I don't have my license. Secondly, I thought you had to go to work soon." He reminds me.
"You need to get your license, Harry." I tease.
"Bye, Liam." He turns around, and exits the apartment. I close the door shut for him, and pick up the plates from the table. I throw away the extra food Harry didn't eat, and begin to wash the plates. I take my phone from the counter, and dial the school's phone number. I set the phone on my shoulder, and hold it up with my head as I continues to wash the dishes.
"Hello?" The secretary says from the other side of the phone.
"Uh, hello, I would like to register my son into your school."
"What's your son's full name?" The lady asks.
"Harold Edward Styles."
"And your name?"
"Liam James Payne." I grab another rag, and dry off the plates. I hear clicking noises before she speaks again.
"Mr. Payne, it says your son is already registered here." She scoffs.
"Does it say if he's been attending school?" I ask annoyed with the lady.
"Yes, it says he hasn't been here a single day this year. Is he attending a different school?"
I set the rag down, and scratch the back of my head. "No, he's been in rehab."
"If he is to come back, he would have to repeat the year because he's missed over two months of education."
"He's been in rehab, couldn't he just use a doctor's excuse?" I try to find a solution.
"He could to make them non-illegal absences, but he would still have to repeat the year because he's missed too many days."
I take the phone in my hand, and walk to my bedroom. "Is there something I could do to make him graduate this year?" I ask, hoping there is a way.
"Well, he could attend the rest of the year, and summer school. He would graduate in the summer, but it would be this year." She suggests, finally saying what I want to hear.
"Yes, that sounds good." I sigh, and lay back down on my bed.
"When he returns, you will bring the doctor's excuse, correct?"
"Yes, I will. Thank you so much." I say before hanging up.
It's a lot more complicated than I imagined.

Harry's POV
I walk around, not having any intentions. I look around, hoping to find something that will take me in. I start with a fast-food restaurant close to my house. Unfortunately, they aren't hiring anyone. I decide to go to a coffee shop Niall and I used to go to when we were together. As I approach the building, I notice a sign on the door reading, Help Wanted. I quickly push on the door, and enter the shop, feeling a rush of warm air hit against my face. I look around, only finding a few people at the shop. I walk up to the cash register, and ding the bell on the counter.
"Customers!" A lady sings, and runs to the cash register. "Hello, sir, may I take your order?" A ginger-haired girl smiles at me.
"Uhm, I was actually wondering if I could apply for the job." I smile awkwardly at her.
"Ooh, yes, yes, I really do need some help around here." She claps her hands.
"Do you have an application I could fill out-"
"No, I can just interview you here, if you don't mind. I just have a few questions." She interrupts me, and walks out from behind the counter. She sits in an empty booth, and watches me as I sit on the opposite side of her. "First off, my name is Donna, but you can call me Donnie. What's your name?" She asks me excitedly.
"I'm Harry." I smile at her.
"A little personal, but whatever. How old are you?" She teases.
"Eighteen." I wink at her.
"You're too hairy for me." She jokes. "Did you graduate high school?"
"No, but this is my final year."
"Ooh, that's exciting. Uhm, why do you want to work here?"
"My friend and I used to always hang out here." I frown, reminding myself.
"You should tell your friend to work here too." She smiles at me, innocently. "Final question, do you have a criminal background?"
Lie, no don't lie. Just tell the truth...No, I won't get the job.
"Uh, yes, I do." I look down at the table. "It wasn't for murdering anyone though." I explain. "I was caught for having illegal drugs on me, but they weren't even mine. I went to rehab, and I was discharged. If you need the papers, I have them right here." I take out the papers from Liam's coat pocket, and hand them to her. She quickly looks at them, and hands them back to me. I carefully fold them back into the pocket.
"I guess I'll let you have the job, but if you murder anyone at all, it's not my fault. I wasn't there, and don't tell the police I own the shop, got it?" She giggles.
I chuckle at her, "Okay, thank you." I smile.
"Work hours, when are you able to work?"
"Anytime after three on the weekdays, I can work weekends too. I won't be able to on Friday, I have to watch Mikey when Daphne is unavailable..." I say, and end up talking to myself.
"Okay, 3-7 PM on weekdays except Friday, and 2-5 PM on Saturday, the shop is closed on Sunday." She makes up at the top of her mind.
"That sounds great, thank you. I just have one question..." I trail off, deciding whether or not if I should ask. "Does anyone else work here or-"
"I have two other employees, but you'll meet them when you start....Can you start tomorrow?" She begs.
"Fine, thanks Donnie." I smile at her, and exit the booth.
"No problem, Harry!" She shouts from behind the counter. I head out of the shop, when a familiar man catches my eye.
Isn't that the guy who visited me in jail?
I quickly exit the shop, hoping the man isn't going to try to follow me.
Just ignore it, Harry.

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