Three quick taps rattled the front door of the house. I was finishing up packing my mom’s stuff up. She passed the other night, and I was still finding myself in denial. Harry was trying his best to try to get me to accept the truth. I knew what he was doing would be right. Although, I would have much rather been fooled for the rest of my life.
Even if I wasn’t fully showing yet, my body and belly felt like it was near a full term completion. I groaned as I picked myself up from the floor where I was completing my folding. Slowly, I trudged over to the door. Eventually, I found myself not even feeling like making the complete walk. I knew who it was anyway. Liam had been helping me move boxes to the garage while I got my mother’s room rearranged.
“The door’s open, Liam!” I called. A few moments later, the door creaked open and the snow flew in the house. “Jesus, Christ!” I muttered.
He laughed at me and presented his snowflake covered jacket. When he left, it was pure black leather. “You think you got it bad with that wind, look at me!” He said jokingly. After that, he handed me a few more empty boxes.
“Thanks,” I said more softer than before. Just grabbing the cardboard was making me feel guilty. Even though mom’s will stated she wanted all of her stuff either sold or donated, it didn’t feel right selling clothing. She only wanted clothes gone, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it, so Liam offered to sell the clothes to stores nearby.
“It’s not an issue, Mitchie,” He cheerfully said. “I’ve been more than happy to stop and help you.”
“You didn’t have to do this. I’m glad you did though,” I smiled at him. He smiled back at me.
“So,” he said, placing his hand on my stomach. “how’s the baby doing?”
I put my hand where his was after he removed it. “He’s doing pretty damn good.” I laughed at my words. He did too.
“Good. Do you still need a lift to the doctor’s tomorrow morning? Or will Harry be back in time for that?” He asked me. I had almost forgot that Harry had to go out of town with Zayn, Niall, and Louis for a while. They had even taken Kayla with them because she wanted to know how it was to be famous.
I thought about it for a moment and shrugged at Liam. “I don’t know. I think I will.” I really wasn’t certain when Harry would be returning tomorrow. He didn’t know either. All he said was it would probably be late when he came back with Kayla and the car.
Liam nodded and hugged me tight. “You know I’ll take you.”
“You’ve been such a good friend to me, Liam,” I spoke up.
“Well, that’s what you need right now,” He spoke softly.
I shrugged at him. “Cierra and I are back in the friend game.”
He snickered at me. I wasn’t sure if he laughed at the joke I made, or if he didn’t know how to react to my response. “You still need more than just one friend.”
“I have Perrie too.”
“A guy friend.”
“Zayn and I are pretty close.”
Liam started to get a little frustrated at me, but he sighed heavily before he spoke again. “You know what I mean. I’ve helped you out since day one, Mitchie. Who else has done that?”
“Harry has-”
Liam interrupted me saying, “Besides him, Mitchie. I’ve looked out for you a lot. I want you to know that. I don’t want you to think my help isn’t needed or necessary.”
I looked down at the ground, bit my lip, and then looked back up. “I do appreciate all you’ve done to help, Liam. I really do.”
He smiled. “I know you do, hun.”
I turned to grab a box. He followed close behind me. “Shall we finish this mess?”
He laughed at me, grabbed more boxes, and led the way to my mother’s bedroom.
*****
Sitting in silence wasn’t my specialty unless I was completely absorbed into what I was doing. For some odd reason, I just couldn’t get my head wrapped up in the work that needed to be done. Looking up from his folding, Liam noticed me.
“Is everything alright?” He asked me.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I responded quickly. “Why do you ask?”
He shrugged. “You look like something’s wrong.”
“No,” I continued. “I’m okay. I just can’t get focused.”
He raised an eyebrow and said, “You sure? We can take a break if you want.”
I smiled. “No, we need to get this done.”

Liam just nodded at me and continued his work. I continued to fold my mother’s clothes. We were just at the last pile of clothing when my stomach started churning. I held onto it with one hand while the other folded a pair of pants. It was just too much to take. I had to get up and make a line for the bathroom.
Liam’s familiar three quick taps on the door came right after I had got myself over the toilet. I groaned loudly to try to get him to leave. The tapping just continued and continued. I held my head tightly. He wasn’t going to leave until I let him in to check on me.
“Come in,” I groaned through my teeth.
The door creaked open. He came in and kneeled beside me. “Do you need me to call Harry?” he asked while he rubbed my back.
I continued to hold my stomach and nodded slightly. I didn’t say a word, but I let Liam call Harry while he continued to rub my back. I heard him on the phone.
“Yeah, dude. She’s throwing up. No, you- I know. Look, just hurry up. You need to be here. Alright? Okay. How far are you? You’ll be here tonight? Good. See you then,” He said through the phone call and then hung up.
I grunted out a sentence. “Is he on his way?”
He nodded, placing his phone on the counter. “Yes, he was able to go home early. He’s on his way.” He continued to rub my back.
I groaned again. “Good.”
“Maybe you should go lie down?” he asked me.
I nodded, “Yeah.” All I had to do was wait for Harry to get home. But my stomach pain got worse. I wasn’t sure how long I could wait.