it was late at night, you and liam were laying in bed. your small dog buttons laid at your feet, it was the year 2024, liam was 50 and you were about 24, significantly younger then the man but who really was that bothered, clearly not him or you.

liam was scrolling on his phone that he barely knew how to actually use, but he could work twitter and he’s satisfied. you were laying with your head on his shoulder, watching the telly. his two boys were fast asleep in the other room so it was just you and him awake.

“y’er alright, love?” he asks gently, putting his phone down and starts to play with your hair.