Liam was 20 years old, he was part of a boyband called One Direction. He was the ‘mature’ one of the band but he still was very childish and immature sometimes, he was just deemed as the ‘mature one’ because he liked to look out for all his band members as they we’re stupid and immature, but he loved them.

The band were all tended to do videos to promote companies of various sorts. Their manager thought that instead of promoting a clothing line or designer company, he got them to go to a children’s home in London, to sing to them, play with the kids, read them books, basically to give underprivileged children and kids who had been put up for adoption by their parents from their first breath. Which was actually a good idea and the boys wanted to do it. They were great with kids, they were all childish themselves but they had such a soft spot for children. The children’s home had kids as young as a week old to as old as 15 years old. Kids go in and leave with new parents all the time, just some kids had to wait longer than others to find that forever home.

The boys all had fun playing with the babies and getting them to sing their songs with them and fans thought it was adorably sweet. Currently, Niall and Louis were playing Lego with a small group of kids, having just as much fun as the kids were. Harry was sat in a corner, reading a book to a few kids and Zayn was being toured around by a 5 year old girl, wanting to show him everything, which was endearing and adorable. Liam had been absolutely taken by a small, 1/2 year old girl from the moment he stepped foot into the place. He’d spent ages with this one baby, reading her book after book, playing with her, and now he was just sat on a beanbag with her sat beside him, her head resting on his chest, his arm gently around her, running his hand through her short amount of soft brown hair, her body being so tiny and curled up against him that her feet only reached his hip as she cuddled up to his side.