2001 | UNITED KINGDOM

Your boyfriend was famous, of course he was barely home when you needed him most and had to raise your 2 year old son.

You were sat on the couch after being up all morning running around for your son and yourself; you’d just done breakfast and finally got him to not be so restless as he normally was rather cranky in the morning.

Now, where was Liam during all of this? You thought he’d be getting better by now. Your little boy had been in both of your lives for 2 whole years, he had time to get used to the paternal lifestyle and to put the socializing, drinking and chaotic lifestyle aside as well as being a musician.

Liam really struggled to fit it all in. You on the other hand, you kind of missed the old life when you’d be with him constantly. But you sat on the sofa while cartoon audios blended into your thoughts as your son sat there munching on his breakfast.

You needed Liam. You needed his help. However, it wasn’t like you could do it without him, you were very much capable but you’d also adjusted to doing things solo.

You check the clock next to the TV, the time reading “8:30AM” in that blocky writing you hated reading while waiting for Liam to come in.

There he was! He comes in, stumbling, and those glasses covering his probably hazy, red eyed. He cannot walk straight, and god knows what he’s done or taken while out.

“Ah, ‘Ello love, you alright?”

He says, his speech is slurred and slow, not acknowledging your son.