Liam and the half jizz prince...
It was a lonely morning, Liam was lying on is side, holding a picture of Harry Potter in on his first day at Hogwarts, 'How they've grown' he thought, his eyes trailing down to the boy's pants, without hesitation, he picked up another picture, this time of Ron Weasly, Liam then stroked the freckled face and sighed."How i long to be with you."He mumbled, his eyes watered with the constant thought of Ron and Harry, by his side...In bed.
"Liam, time for tea, it's your fave, toad in the hole."His Aunty Bell shouted from below his room.
Liam yet again sighed."Oh Ron, how i would love to put my party sausage in your hole."He stood up placing the picture under his pillow, taking one last look at Harry Potter, "Don't worry Harry, you can still be my pet."He muttered, before placing that picture under his pillow aswell, then stood up and stretched, whilst looking out of his gloomy open window, watching the rain pour down, and listening to the wind sway past.
"Coming, Aunty."He replied, managing to break out of his wetdream.
All morning long he dreamed about being with Ron and Harry, his mind completely went blank when any body spoke to him, though occasionaly he answered with the odd, "Uh..." or even, "Is that you Ro-" before remembering that he is not in the magical place of Hogwarts.
"What's the matter with you today, Liam?"His Uncle End asked, reading the Sunday Times and drinking tha last his cup of coffee.
"Oh nothing Uncle, just tired..."Liam replied, holding the book, Harry Potter and the half blood prince, he had recently refused to read the fith book because of the part where Harry kisses a girl, but his Aunty and Uncle thought it was because of Voldemort.
"Put that book down!, you are always reading it, no wonder you don't have any friends!"His Uncle ordered, but it was true, Liam always talked about Harry and Ron with his friends, but they loved to play football, so they had left him alone with his books.
"No!, you can't say that, I hate you!"He screamed then head towards the door, running upstairs his mmind hurt, alot. All he wanted was to be with Harry and Ron, why don't people understand?
He sat on his bed and pulled both pictures out from under his pillow, a tear rolled down his cheek and he hugged both pictures together, just then, a letter came through the door...
disclaimer: i do not own harry potter
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