Chapter 45

Chapter 45:

-          Liam’s POV –

Day 60:

I woke up on the couch to the sound of Louis and Harry whispering over at the breakfast bar. I slowly sat up and rubbed my eyes.

What the hell is going o-

Suddenly everything that had happened yesterday came back to me and I jumped to my feet; scaring Harry and Louis in the process.

“Wha! H-How long have you been there?!” Louis cried out. He seemed on edge. I narrowed my eyes at him.

Something’s up...

“I must’ve passed out on the couch last night, where’s Niall?” I asked. Harry and Louis shook their heads.

“We haven’t seen him since yesterday...” Louis answered. I felt a knot form in the pit of my stomach. I started to get a bad feeling. I bolted upstairs and into Niall’s room; praying that he’d be in there. He wasn’t. I ran back down the hallway and stopped at the door of my room; noticing that it was shut. I jerked the handle and swung the door open; only to find that my room was empty as well. I started to panic. I ran back downstairs and into the kitchen. I ripped my phone from my pocket and was about to call Security when suddenly my phone started to ring in my hand. I hit answer and held my phone up to my ear; frowning at the unknown number.

“What?!” I snapped. The other end was silent for a moment before I heard a sound that I hated to my very core.

The sound of Amy’s voice.

“Morning Liam! What’s going on?” She chimed happily. I clenched a fist. I heard Zayn come down the stairs and Harry and Louis rushed over to him; signalling for him to be quiet. I turned to face away from them:

“What the fuck do you want?” I said coldly. I could feel Dark Liam starting to bubble to the surface and I wasn’t stopping it. Amy laughed on the other end of the line:

“Well... I have Niall here with me. Do you want to say hello?” She teased. I tensed and almost snapped my phone in half.

“What have you done with Niall?” I snapped. Oh look, he’s out again. I heard the others shift behind me.

“Ohh, nothing much... but I just wanted you to hear something now that you’re listening to me.” She sneered. I heard the sound of a door opening, followed by her laughter in the background:

“What the hell do you want this time?” Niall’s voice asked. The sound was all distorted, as if he was standing far away from the phone. I had to brace myself against one of the chairs to stop my knees from giving out. Amy’s sadistic laugh rang through the phone.

“Don’t be so cold! What would your boyfriend say if he heard you talking like that?” She sung.

“Do you mean Liam? You leave him the fuck out of this!” He yelled. I tightened my grip on the chair.

“Why, don’t you want to talk about the guy that you love?” She asked. My heart throbbed inside my chest.

“I don’t love him.” Niall spat.

Stab.

I actually gasped and the phone fell from my hand and landed on the breakfast bar. My knees started to give out and I felt a pair of arms catch me from behind. Louis stepped in front of me and picked up the phone; putting it on loud speaker:

“But I thought that Niam was real? Especially after that kiss that you two shared some weeks ago!” Amy went on. I watched the colour drain from Louis’ face as he realised who the voice belonged to.

“I love Liam more than anyone in the world, as a brother.” Niall’s voice answered firmly. I felt myself being lifted and I turned around to see that Zayn was dragging me into one of the bar stools. He shot a confused look at Harry and Louis and they both fixed their eyes on me.

“...Is that Amy’s voice..?” Louis whispered to me. I nodded slowly. I could already feel my body starting to go numb.

I knew it wasn’t true, Niall doesn’t love me... H-He doesn’t... l-love... m-

I heard Amy’s creepy laughter broadcast through the speaker and a shiver ran right through me.

...what has she done with Niall..?

“Can I go now..?” Niall murmured. Amy’s laugh came through the speaker again and I clenched my jaw.

“You still there Liam..?” She asked; her voice now coming through loud and clear again. I grabbed the phone from Louis’ hand and held it back to my ear.

It didn’t matter what Niall thought of me right now, all that mattered was that I get him back. Safe. In my arms, not hers.

“What have you done with him?!” I yelled. Amy fell silent for a moment.

“Aww... does Liam hate me?” She teased. I kicked the chair next to me; sending it crashing to the ground.

“WHERE IS HE?!” I screamed. Louis slowly bent down and picked up the chair.

“You’ll soon find out...” She murmured.

Then the phone cut out.

I screamed out and threw my phone at the wall in frustration; smashing it to pieces. The others took a step back from me. I drew in a deep breath the turned to face them:

“She has Niall.” I murmured; my voice catching at the end. I collapsed back into the bar stool and grabbed at my hair. The room fell silent.

Eventually Harry was the one to break the silence.

“We have to call the police...” He murmured.

Idiot.

I stood up and started creeping towards him; a sickly sadistic smile now plastered across my face:

“Oh? And tell them what? That we got a phone call saying that we would ‘soon find out’ whether something was going to happen to him or not? They’d laugh and hang up.” I spat.

Oi, oi, it’s not his fault.

Harry clenched his fist and stepped towards me.

This kid’s finally grown a pair.

“Well what the fuck are we supposed to do?!” He yelled back at me. A panic enforced idea popped into my head and I smirked even darker than before and turned to face Zayn. He flinched.

“Call Leah.” I ordered. Zayn gulped.

“Wh-What?” He choked. I took a step forward and leant in close to his ear:

“Don’t think that I haven’t noticed the two of you hooking up... Now call her. I need to get Sarah on the phone and I just destroyed mine, so I’m going to have to use yours.” I hissed. “Sarah and Leah both have IQ’s over 140, maybe they can trace it.” I added.

Okay, I was panicked, and stupid, and hey, they were computer geeks so why the hell not?

Zayn averted his eyes to anything that wasn’t me and tried to play dumb.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talki-” He started but I cut him off.

“Just do it.” I ordered.

“...Do what?”

 

I froze. As did everyone else in the room.

I slowly turned around to see Niall standing in the doorway; yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

...what..?

“Mornin’ lads, morning Liam.” He mumbled; flashing a bright smile back at me.

The room was silent.

...huh?

 

 

 

-          Niall’s POV –

Day 59:

I turned around to see Amy standing there; smiling creepily back at me.

“What the hell do you want this time?” I asked. She laughed innocently.

“Don’t be so cold! What would your boyfriend say if he heard you talking like that?” She mused.

“Do you mean Liam? You leave him the fuck out of this!” I snapped. I clenched my fists.

She must have leaked our location to the fans... Ugh, I seriously don’t have time for this psycho, I need to get home and tell Liam everything.

“Why, don’t you want to talk about the guy that you love?” She asked. My eyes grew wide.

How did she..?

“I don’t love him.” I said coldly.

Okay I may have fallen for her act the first time, but I wasn’t that stupid. There was no way I was going to give her anything that she could use against me or the band. For all I knew she could be planning on selling this conversation to the press for revenge or something.

“But I thought that Niam was real? Especially after that kiss that you two shared some weeks ago!” She went on.

Ha, I was right. She’s just fishing.

“I love Liam more than anyone in the world, as a brother.” I answered firmly. Amy’s smile started to fade and I knew that I’d sprung her already. She started to laugh; trying to still seem confident. I glared back at her.

“Can I go now? Or is there anything else that you’re trying to pull that you wanna take a shot at?” I growled. My own dark side was coming through and I didn’t really care. This chick didn’t deserve sympathy. She looked back at me in shock. It was like she’d never expected me to be angry at her or something.

“But... but I thought we could start from where we left off!” She whined; lunging forward and reaching for my arm. I dodged it.

This chick is still crazy.

“Don’t touch me!” I yelled as I jerked away from her. She took a step back to recompose herself and clenched her fists:

“...Fine! But don’t think that this is the last that you’ll hear from me! Once I get rid of Liam, you’ll be all mine!” She screeched.

I’d already started walking away but I turned back around and stormed straight back up to her at the mention on Liam; leaning in close to her ear and pinning her up against the wall:

“If you ever touch Liam, I’ll have you fucking arrested. You stupid bitch.” I whispered. I pulled back and flashed her a cold smile:

“I hope that I never see you again.” I then added happily before turning around and almost skipping away from her.

I finally made it out of the gate and headed for the train station; desperate to get back home and back to Liam.

Fate, however, had other plans.

I ended up not getting home until just after midnight.

I’d have been home a lot sooner if it wasn’t for that damn blackout. Of course, going by my luck, I was fortunate enough to be on the train at the exact moment that the power cut out. The train had been forced to come to a complete stop between two stations, and I’d been trapped along with over a hundred other passengers underground for a good four and a half hours.

In situations like that, having claustrophobia really doesn’t help. I’d started hyperventilating and ended up having to borrow an inhaler from an asthmatic to help myself calm down.  And once the train had finally started moving again I’d jumped off at the next station because I was too panicked to stay underground any longer. I caught a cab the rest of the way home, which of course had gotten stuck in traffic as well.

When I finally I got back to the house I noticed that all the lights were out. I quietly opened the door and shut it behind me; not bothering to turn on the light, and crept upstairs towards Liam’s room. I cracked the door only to find that he wasn’t in there. I even went and checked the other boys’ rooms as well but no one seemed to be home.

They must have all gone out for drinks or something...

I sighed and walked back into Liam’s room; shutting the door behind me. I collapsed onto his bed and decided to lie there and wait for him until he came home.

The next thing I knew I was waking up to a loud crashing sound coming from downstairs the next morning. I sat up from the floor and realised that I must’ve somehow rolled off of Liam’s bed during the night and landed between the window and his bed. I groaned and got up and stretched before making my way downstairs to see what that noise had been. I rounded the corner of the kitchen to see that everyone was staring at Liam, who had apparently switched to Dark Liam and was giving Zayn a hard time for some reason.

“Just do it.” Liam ordered.

“...Do what?” I asked sleepily; rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I yawned. The room immediately fell silent and everyone span around to stare at me:

“Mornin’ lads, morning Liam.” I smiled.

Liam pulled away from Zayn and gaped back at me; as did everyone else. I watched as any signs of Dark Liam drained from Liam’s face and he took a staggered step towards me. I only now seemed to realise the tension in the air.

“What’s going on..?” I asked slowly.

-          Liam’s POV –

Day 60:

“What’s going on..?” Niall asked slowly.

The second those words left Niall’s lips I completely forgot about Amy. Mostly. I felt a stupidly huge wave of relief wash through me when my eyes found Niall’s. He smiled back at me and I just lost control of everything.

My world stopped.

He’s here.

Every ounce of remaining reason I’d had flew right out the window. I didn’t care that the others were here, or that he didn’t love me back, or how he was even standing in front of me right now. I didn’t care about anything else in the entire world. All I could see was him. All I could hear was my heart pounding out of my chest:

I took a step towards him.

Ba-thump.

I took another step towards him, he stared back at me.

Ba-thump.

I took another step towards him, he took a step back.

Ba-thump.

I took another step towards him, he was now backed up against the wall.

Ba-thump.

I took a final step towards him.

...

Ba-thump.