Liam Payne had what seemed to be the perfect life. When his parents split up and he is forced to move away with his mom to London, he runs into people who surprise him. Meeting Niall Horan was the best thing that ever happened to him. He never thought he would fall in love with Niall, the deaf kid


27. Look After You



Liam is BOLD

Niall is ITALLIC

-Liam’s POV-

The sad part about having to go home, isn’t the fact I have to leave my boyfriend. Most people don’t want to return home because they don’t want to leave their loves. No, not me. I don’t want to go back home because if I do the realization of my mom being gone is going to take over. I have been staying at Harry’s house for the past two weeks. I don’t want to go home, I don’t want to feel the emptiness at home. Zayn’s dad wasn’t taking the loss of his fiancée very well. He and Zayn still are living at the house, I can’t bring myself to do so. Zayn called and said they would like me to come home, I really don’t want to. Yet here I am, packing my tiny bag full of clothes at Harry’s house. Niall came over and is trying to cheer me up, and help me pack, but I just can’t. Niall is sitting on the pull out bed I have been using, playing with the zipper on my bag.

What’s on your mind?” I ask after getting his attention back on me. He looked up and shrugged, his arm was still wrapped up and he had a sling. His arm had been burned really badly and the stab wound in his arm forced him to use the sling for a month. He didn’t seem to mind except it made him not sign as quickly as he would like to.

Just thinking about the trial. I was wondering… will you go with me?” He asked slowly. My heart broke, why wouldn’t I go with him? If I was him I wouldn’t be able to go without him. I dropped the clothes I was about to put in the bag and sat beside Niall. I wrap my arms around him tightly, trying to not hurt his arm.

Of course I will.” I said pulling back to ensure Niall could see my answer. I large smile spread across his mouth. I couldn’t help myself, I leaned down and placed my lips on his soft plump ones. I could feel him smile into the kiss, it was a soft kiss. I pulled back and smiled at him. He was breathing a little heavy, but so was I. I chuckled and leaned my head on his breathing in the sweet scent of Niall.

Thank you, the trial is tonight at 5” He said, I nodded and kissed him again before getting up to finish packing. It only took me about 15 more minutes to pack my stuff, I walked out to the living room to find Louis and Harry sitting on the couch. They looked so happy together, Louis was sitting in Harry’s lap. They looked so in love. I can’t help but hope one day that will be Niall and I. Harry looked up from where he was gazing down at Louis and smiled at me.

“You ready?” He asks gently picking Louis up off his lap, ignoring Louis whines of protest. I nodded and pulled my bag over my shoulder. I felt someone slip their tiny hand in mine, sparks flew up my arm. I instantly knew who was holding my hand, Niall. I turned and smiled at the blonde holding my hand, I entwined our fingers and looked back to Harry. Harry was kissing Louis goodbye and heading to the front door. I followed him out, Niall walking with me. We all got into Harry’s car and buckled up. I sat in the back of the car with Niall, he held my hand the whole way home. Harry started the car and turned on the radio. Harry and I listened to whatever was playing until we got to my house. I gulped at the sight of my mom’s car, the car she would never be using again. I took a deep breath and climbed out of the car. Harry gave me a tight smile before he drove off back to his husband. Niall was still holding my hand as I looked at the house in front of me. Zayn’s dad had paid a company to fix up the house, it didn’t look that bad since it was just in a fire two weeks ago. I looked back to Niall and gave him a sideways smile. He squeezed my hand reassuringly before we made our way up to the house. I took a deep breath as I got into the house, I was shocked at how nice the house looked from the inside. I could hear a TV on somewhere in the house. Niall was still by my side as we walked deeper into the house. I gulped, we walked past my mom’s old room. I couldn’t bring myself to look inside, not yet. We walked further into the house, coming to my room. I walked into it, there was a single bed and a dresser, that’s all. I sighed and pulled my bag off my shoulder, dropping it on the floor. Niall released my hand as I walked to the closet, as I expected it was completely empty. I sighed and shut the closet, I turn around to see Niall watching me with a worried expression. I walk over to him and pull him into a hug.

Thank you for being here for me.” I sign once I pull back out of the hug. He smiles a big grin and nods.

No problem. Can we get lunch though? I’m kind of hungry…” I laugh and nod pecking his lips before pulling him out the door. I tug him into the kitchen and set him down on the stool in front of the island.

What does my Nialler want for lunch?” I ask him turning to the refrigerator and opening it. At least Mr. Malik remembered to go shopping. I turn back and Niall has a big grin on his face. I raised an eyebrow at him questioningly.

Mini corndogs?” He asks. I smile and nod, turning back to open the freezer to get the large box of frozen corndogs. I took out a pan and laid out about half the bag on the pan. I put the pan in the oven and turned back to Niall. He was tracing circles into the marble surface, he looked deep in thought too. I watched him for a minute before stepping closer to get his attention.

What’s on your mind babe?” I ask. He lets out a sigh and looks back at the table drawing one last circle. He looks up and gives me a sad look, almost like he is confused.

What if they let him go?” I knew exactly what he was talking about, I knew exactly who he was talking about; Michael. I could feel the anger boiling up inside me at the mere mention of his name. I hates that man with a fiery burning passion. He not only hurt my boyfriend and mentally scarred him, but he murdered my mom. I hate him, I want him dead. But all I can get is him rotting in a cell in some prison. I growled at the name, slightly happy Niall couldn’t hear the noise that came from my lips.

I won’t allow that.” Niall nodded going back to drawing his circles. A timer dinged telling me the mini corndogs were done. I got oven mits and pulled them out of the oven setting them on the stove to cool for a minute. Once I thought they were cooled enough I put them on two plates giving Niall a couple more than me, he has a larger appetite then I do. I grabbed the catsup and brought the plates to the doodling boy at the island. He jumped a little when the plate was suddenly thrust in front of him. He looked up at me with happy eyes and a large smile before he grabbed a corndog and started eating. We sat and ate for the next half hour, after I cleaned the dishes as Niall went to my room. After the dishes I walked around and looked at the place, everything looked new, nothing like the old house. I guess it’s a good thing, no memories I suppose. I found Zayn sitting on the couch watching The Big Bang Theory. He looked up when he heard me walk in.

“Hey, when did you get here?” He asks, he yawned and stretched as he turned his head to look at me. I smiled.

“Like an hour ago.” I laughed, his face fell his mouth shaping into an ‘O’ He shrugged and went back to watching his show. I sighed and walked out walking back to my room where I think Niall is. I walked in and Niall was on my bed looking through my phone, again. I need to put a password on my phone, I don’t like people going through it. Although I would probably end up telling Niall the password, so in the end it wouldn’t really matter. He looked up from the phone, probably saw me from the corner of his eye.

Sorry, I got bored. I wanted to check Instagram. Justin Bieber posted a new selfie” He blushed. I laughed and nodded. I honestly don’t care if he uses my phone. I need to get him his own IPhone. He has this new obsession with Instagram and Twitter. Of course his obsession isn’t as bad as Harry’s. Sometimes Harry texts me saying ‘Goodmorningstagram how are youstagram?’ That’s when I draw the line and tell him he needs help. I walk over to the bed and sit next to him, I watch his scroll through Instagram liking almost every picture he saw of Justin, he came across Harry’s recent post. It was a picture of Niall, Me, Louis, and him. I was kissing Niall’s cheek and Harry was kissing Louis on the mouth. It was actually quite adorable. He took a screen shot of it and closed the app. He went into the picture gallery and found the picture. What is he doing? He clicked the crop button and cropped out Louis and Harry and saved it. Why did he just crop out our friends? He took the picture and went into an editing app. He added a heart below our faces and put an N+L in the middle. I felt tears of joy spring up in my eyes. He is so adorable. He went back to the gallery and made it my lock screen. I turned and smiled at him, he turned and returned the grin. I leaned over and kissed him.

I Love You” My heart swelled, he said it. He said the three words I have been dying to say but was to scared I was going too fast. I grinned and pulled him on top of me. He giggled and kissed me from atop me. I rubbed our noses together then pulled back enough to sign to him.

I Love You Too” I didn’t know it was possible to smile bigger, but Niall did. He grinned ear to ear, leaning down and pressing a long slightly heated kiss to my lips. He pulled back and smiled resting his head on my chest. I hugged him tightly, we just laid there until it was time to go. I know Niall’s really nervous about the trial. I don’t blame him, I would be too. We changed into some nicer clothes and walked out to my car. I felt like it’s been ages since I’ve driven my car. I tried to keep my eyes off my mom’s car. I didn’t want to see how empty it looked. I shivered at the thought and pushed it to the back of my mind. I climbed into my car as did Niall. When we were both buckled up I put the car in drive and started the journey to the court house. The drive wasn’t that long, maybe 20 minutes. Traffic was terrible, we made good time. I pulled into the dreary looking parking lot. I parked towards the front, Niall stayed glued to his seat after I stopped the car. I turned to him and grabbed his hand rubbing small circles into his skin.

I’m right here, don’t worry baby” I soothed. He gave me a shaky nod, taking a breath before he got out of the car. I followed him, running around the car and grabbing Niall’s hand. We walked up the steps to the court house hand in hand. I took a deep breath as we walked inside. Everything that happens in this trial is what the future is going to hold with Niall and I. I know everything is going to go in our favor, Michael is guilty. But I can’t shake that feeling that something bad might happen in our futures. I know I shouldn’t be thinking like this, but the thought just keeps jumping into my mind.


“I find Michael Jacob Horan, Guilty of all charges. Murder, child abuse, and attempted murder of Niall Horan.” The judge says after a three hour trial we had finally gotten the verdict. The judged had made his decision. Michael would be staying at a mental institution that was also a prison, he would be there for the rest of his life. They had a translator at the trial for Niall. He turned to me, with watery eyes. He had been crying throughout the trial. Once they brought Michael in Niall broke, he couldn’t hold the tears back. I had held his hand the entire time, even when he was asked to speak I went up with him and held his hand. The judge didn’t seem to like that, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be there for Niall the entire way. I walked with Niall back out of the room and back to the car. I couldn’t help but watch the guards take away Michael and smile happily at how he looked in pain. I walked Niall to the car helping him inside. I drove him back to my house and called him mom.

“Hello Maura? Yes, this is Liam. I think Niall should spend the night here tonight. Is that alright?” I asked after his mother had picked up. She hadn’t gone to the trial, she said she would rather not see the man who kidnapped her husband and disabled her child. I understood her, so did Niall.

“That’s fine Liam. Just make sure to get him to school tomorrow please?” She asked, his mother is really sweet. I know she hasn’t always been the best mom to Niall, but I don’t blame her and neither does Niall. She means well. I said goodbye and hung up going to lay with Niall on my bed. He curled up on his side. It was only 9 PM but we were both exhausted from the events of today. We fell sleep in each other’s arms, both knowing that evil man would never harm us again. We would never have to deal with Michael Horan ever again.

[A/N hey guys! so a lot of you want me to do one shots with you and I'm glad :) I love writing! a lot of you want Niall too haha he's a popular guy ;) BUT I ran into a problem. some of you are forgetting to say if you want them in the band or not. SO i need you all to kik me (in my bio) also i need to know what you look like, so i can describe you in the story ! SO kik me please? If you don't have a kik comment a description of you :) thanks for the comments and reads! so i have the epilogue ready, so if you want it up tonight i need 50 comments :) i know its a lot but i think we can do it right? LOVE YOU ALL! ]

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