Chapter 13-Part A

Chapter 13-Part A:

-          Liam’s POV –

Day 14:

I'd lain on my bed in my room for most of the day. I'd just zoned out really, thinking. Thinking about how Niall had up and left without telling anyone, how yesterday I’d shown Dark Liam to the boys, in full fury, how I’d kissed Niall, how even though he was asleep in my arms; he still got scared.

I winced.

Why can't I make him feel safe? Am I not enough?

Louis knocked on the door and snapped me out of my depression spiral:

“Liam... you alright..?” He called. I said nothing. “...can I come in..?”

I still said nothing.

I heard the door open and looked up to see him cautiously poking his head in. He looked a combination of worried and terrified. Dark Liam can do that to people. That’s why I sealed him away years ago.

“...what is it?” I mumbled; turning away on my side and facing the window. It was almost sunset. Louis came in and sat down on the bed next to me:

“You gave us quite a shock yesterday...” He mused. He sounded off. I guess he was trying to hide his intimidation, like everyone did when they found out.

“Good.” I said angrily. “Now I don’t have to be careful around you guys anymore.” He rested a hand on my leg.

“You shouldn’t have hidden it from us in the first place...” He cautioned.

“Really?” I snapped back. “You really think that you’d have treated me the same when we met if I'd let him out?!”

I wasn’t really angry at Louis. It was just everything that had happened boiling to the surface. Louis’ hand tensed.

“Probably not if you’d shown it straight away, but as you got closer to us, you could have at least mentioned it...” He trailed off. “...so anyway, that kiss was pretty intense wasn’t it?” He teased. I really wasn't in the mood for this. My rage started to grow again:

“Don’t go there Louis. Just don’t.” I warned. My voice was starting to creep down a tone or two. Louis took his hand off of my leg.

That’s right, be afraid. Fear me.

“Sorry mate.” He said; his voice starting to relax a bit. As annoyed as I was that he wouldn't leave I was still grateful that he wasn't giving up. At least he wanted to stay and deal with me, unlike Niall had.

“You know you scared the crap out of us this morning; bursting into our bedrooms in nothing but your underwear.” Louis chuckled. I looked down at myself and realised that I still was in my underwear.

What the-?

Louis saw my confused expression and laughed. He tapped me on the shoulder and I turned to face him. His face softened when he saw that my eyes were red and bloodshot. He stroked a hand over my hair and I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

“...You know you’re gonna have to fix that hole you made in the wall this morning.” He laughed. I sat up to face him and as I did I leaned on my wrist. I winced and grabbed it with my other hand. Louis noticed straight away:

“You idiot.” He said. “You actually hurt yourself, didn’t you?!”

He started laughing again. I squeezed my hand and winced again.

Shit, he’s right.

Louis saw my face change and started to laugh even harder. He fell back onto the mattress and clutched at his sides as he rolled back and forth.

"You're a piece of work, you know that..?" He managed to gasp between laughs. My face turned red.

“Don’t laugh you bastard!” I yelled back at him; punching him in the stomach. He made a funny sound as he curled over in pain. “That’ll teach you.” I smirked. Louis giggled up at me and I realised that once again I owed him. I got up and walked over to my dresser and threw on a shirt and a pair of jeans. Louis collected himself up off of the bed; still laughing. He wiped a tear from his eye and took a deep breath to calm himself.

“Come on then, let’s go.” He said before getting up and walking towards the door. I stared back at him; confused.

“Wait, go where?” I called out. He turned back around in the doorway with an evil smirk on his face:

“The doctors.” He said.

Crap

We walked downstairs and Harry and Zayn looked up from the couch as we passed them:

“This idiot’s gone and busted his hand up.” Announced Louis; pointing at me with his thumb. I glanced at Harry, he looked uneasy. Come on, one more. I guess there's no point in hiding it now. I smirked to myself and let Dark Liam take over. They’'ll have to get used to him eventually.

I turned to face Louis; that same sadistic smile now growing in the corner of my mouth. I locked my eyes with his. When he realised, his smile disappeared and he stared back at me, mouth open. I took a step towards him and he took a step back. I did it again and this time he was trapped against the wall. He gulped. I planted my forearm above his head against the wall and leaned in next to his ear:

“Will you kiss it better for me then..?” I asked; glancing back at Harry. His face was bright red. I smiled even darker and held my wrist up to Louis' mouth. “Come on, you know you want a taste.” I whispered. I let my lips brush his ear as I spoke, just to lay it on thick. I winked at Harry and he almost snapped. I chuckled.

“Well! Enough playing around! Let’s get this over with!” I announced. Zayn, Louis and Harry all stared back at me in shock. I guess they didn't know I could fake it. It probably made me seem even more crazy.

“It’s quite fun toying with you guys, I might as well enjoy it before you get used to it.” I smirked back; laughing as I walked out of the room. I heard Harry mumble something directed at me about needing to stick to tonguing one band member and laughed even louder. I guess alter ego's had their perks too.

“Let’s go Louis! I can’t drive like this!” I called out as I walked through the front door and towards the car. He came running out behind me and around to the driver’s side:

“That was mean, you almost gave them a heart attack.” He pouted back at me. I laughed.

“Get used to it.” I mused.

Day 15:

I was woken up by Zayn yelling at Harry out in the hallway and got up slowly, avoiding my right hand. The doctor had put it in a cast and told me that it was sprained. He wasn’t going to give me a cast until Louis told him how I did it. The doctor frowned and changed his mind:

“Just in case you get angry again, this time you won’t make it worse.” He mused sarcastically as he handed me a note to give to the receptionist. This guy’s a dick. I shot a glare at Louis and his smile disappeared. I chuckled to myself. I was enjoying this new-found power.

Anyway, so now I had a cast on my arm and everything was becoming a pain in the ass. I got up and walked to my door, opening it and yelling back at Zayn and Harry:

“Will you keep it down! I was sleeping you know!”

Zayn and Harry snapped their heads to face me; re-directing their rage. They were standing in front of the hole in the wall that I'd punched.

Uh oh.

“You’re the cause of this in the first place!” Harry snapped back at me.”If you hadn’t gotten so damn hyped up to begin with, we wouldn’t have a giant fucking hole in our wall!”

“Yeah, what the hell is wrong with you?!” Zayn yelled back. I couldn't help it. That same smile grew in the corner of my mouth and I started to chuckle. Zayn and Harry froze, they still weren’t used to Dark Liam.

“Oh..? My apologies.” I smirked back with fake sympathy; taking a step towards them. “How about next time I take Louis away from you, and see how you react..?”

I'd already cornered Harry against the wall. I planted my hand next to his head and rested the other on my hip as I leant over him. His eyes went wide. He knew that I knew.

“Wh-Wha-What do you mean?” He choked. I smiled back.

“Well, when the one that I lo-“

“Liam!” Louis yelled from behind me. I flinched. I turned around and realised that I was about to spill everything to Harry.

“What are you torturing them with this time?” He asked. His voice was filled with annoyance.

Damn it, he's already immune to me.

I shot Louis a thankful look, even though he didn’t know what it was for. I pulled away from Harry and walked down the hallway towards the stairs. I turned and winked back at Harry before I left though:

“Nothing in particular, just a feeling that I have.” I mused. Harry just gaped back at me and I turned around and chuckled as I made my way downstairs.

Time for me to repay Louis.

-          Niall’s POV -

Day 23:

I rolled over in my bed and flopped my arm down over the other side; expecting him to be there.

He wasn’t.

I groaned and opened my eyes to an empty bed. I hated myself for still expecting that he’d be there. I’ve been home for over a week now and every night I’ve dreamt that I was back at the house; in Liam’s arms. I could still feel his warm body against me, pulling me closer. It was driving me insane. I’d come home to help myself control my feelings for him, but I’d only made them worse.

Someone hesitantly knocked on my door. I got up and opened it to see mum standing there with a plate full of waffles. They smelled amazing.

“Honey, please eat something.” She urged, holding the plate out to me. My stomach grumbled.

Crap, how long has it been since I last ate something?

I took the plate from her and began wolfing them down. She smiled back at me before pushing past me and walking into my room. She sat down on my bed and patted the spot next to her. She looked up at me wearily and I felt the guilt set in.

Crap, she’s been worried sick about me since I came back... I’m a terrible son...

I sat down next to her and she rested her hand on my knee.

“Sweetie, you’ve been home for over a week now and you still haven’t told anyone why...” She began. I gulped; realising that she was right. “I’m sorry but I have to know what’s going on or else I’m sending you back.” She said sternly. I gulped. I wasn’t ready to go back yet. I spoke slowly; choosing my words carefully:

“I umm... I told security that a girl who had been stalking us at the house had freaked me out... and that I wanted to come back for a while...” I mumbled. Mum looked back at me in shock.

“What? Stalking?! Are you alright?!” She panicked.

“Mum, Mum, Calm down!” I insisted “That’s not the real reason I’m here though.”

She stared back at me blankly as she waited for me to go on.

“Some-something happened with Liam...” I began; cutting myself off halfway. She didn’t need to know the details. “And now I don’t know how to act around him anymore... I’m scared I’ll do something and screw everything up.”

I winced and hung my head in my hands. I felt mums hand rest on my shoulder.

“...you love him... don’t you..?” She asked.

What the fu-?!

I snapped my head up at her; eyes bulging, mouth wide open. She laughed to herself:

“I saw you looking at a picture of the two of you a few days ago.” She said softly. I gulped. “You had the same look on your face that everyone does when they’re in love; eyes softened, a sincere smile, a natural glow around you.” She went on; smiling back at me. 

Her words were like a slap in the face.

I stood up and ran a hand through my hair, resting the other on my hip. I started pacing back and forth in front of her in silence; running my hand through my hair over and over again as the idea set in. When it finally did I stopped in my tracks and brought a hand up to cover my mouth.

I hadn’t realised it until now.

This feeling I've been having since we kissed. Why I'd gone into full blown hysteria when he'd kept his other side from me. How I hadn't only been without him for a week and I was already completely miserable.

I blushed from head to toe. Mum smiled back at me:

“Let me know when you’re ready to leave.” She said before standing up and walking past me; patting me on the shoulder on her way out. I collapsed onto my bed and stared up at the ceiling. I was probably smiling like an idiot.

...I love him..?