"But... Wait. I go to kiss you and you say you're not ready, but yet, you were willing to sleep with the guy that lied to you and cheated on you and everything?"
"I-I don't know, Harry, I was confused and upset and I wasn't thinking."
"So... What are you thinking now?" he asked me, and I gazed at him for a moment before something inside of me just snapped. I practically threw myself into his arms, which he then wrapped around me, and I hugged him tightly before pulling away to look up into his emerald eyes, our faces just so close together.
"I'm thinking that maybe you'd be good for me."
-- Liam's Point of View --
I woke up and yawned, lifting my arm and letting it fall onto an empty half of the bed. Confused, I sat up and noticed Niall wasn't beside me. Of course he wasn't. I already knew that he up and left. God, what was I thinking? I asked myself as I slid down the stairs groggily. I was hoping deep down I was wrong and he was up making me breakfast in the kitchen as usual, but I sighed, finding an empty house to go with the empty bed and the empty promises. I stepped into the kitchen and opened the fridge, doing a double take as I realized there was something that wasn't there before. It was a note from Niall. I knew his handwriting.
I read it, tears in my eyes. I crumpled the paper and threw it in the garbage, filled with rage. I was sobbing, but it wasn't from sadness. It was from pure anger. I quickly slipped on my shoes and literally ran to Harry's house - I might as well call it Harry and Niall's house. I knocked on the door and heard footsteps. I couldn't control myself. I was so... Angry. I couldn't handle it.
Harry opened the door and all my anger was released.
I immediately went for him and pushed him over, then leaning over, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him up, pushing him against the wall. I threw curses at him like there was no tomorrow, not saying anything but swears. I was too angry to say anything else. Niall rushed over from his spot on the couch and grabbed both my arms, trying to pull me away. I forced him to let go by jerking my arm backwards, elbowing him in the nose. I didn't mean for that, but I couldn't do anything about it then. I was dealing with Harry.
Eventually, my anger turned into sadness. I let go of Harry after basically beating the absolute shit out of him like I did a while ago, and I curled up on the floor, sobbing. Niall tried to stop me the whole way through but couldn't talk to me until now.
He grabbed me by the shoulders. "Liam, what the fuck is wrong with you?" He yelled, screaming at me at the top of his lungs.
I couldn't stop crying. I didn't look up. I didn't say anything. I got up and ran out the door, running as fast as I could, skidding just past my front step, and sliding back. I rushed into my house and in a fit of rage, starting throwing things. I broke every plate and every glass cup in the cabinet, smashing them against the floor and leaving them there. I knocked things over in the living room, even having enough anger to knock over the TV. I fast-walked up the stairs and started emptying my drawers and emptying my closet, pulling clothes out. I stopped, frozen, as I reached the bottom of the last drawer in my room. A picture of Niall and I. An engagement picture, framed. And there was the ring and the note taped to it.
'Loved you then, love you still, always have, always will.'
I stared at it for the longest time. I stuffed the ring in my pocket - not because it meant anything. I smashed the picture and ripped the note up. I sobbed the whole way through. I was hyperventilating.
Life was fucked. So fucked.
I was fucked.
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-- Harry's Point of View --
It'd been a week and we still didn't talk about it. What happened with Liam. And he hadn't bothered either one of us. It was silent throughout the house until there was a knock at the door. I got up to answer, letting Niall sit back. I knew he was still a little upset over everything that was happening. Our relationship was doing well, though. It was going places. Rather slowly, because Niall wasn't ready, but I respected that. It was still going places.
"Hey, Karen..." I said, giving her a questioning look. "What's up?"
"Could I talk to you guys? Both of you?"
I nodded, still confused as to why Liam's mum was here. I gestured Niall to come over and he got up, also giving her a questioning look.
"Karen? What are you doing here?"
"When was the last time you guys talked to Liam?"
Niall and I paused and looked at eachother. I sighed. "Well he was here and seemed pretty pissed. He also elbowed Niall in the face and beat me up. For no reason, may I add."
She gasped. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry. But I can't find him... He's not at his house. I called him and he was crying and he said, 'Mum, I can't do this anymore. My whole life is crumbling in front of me and I'm losing my mind. I don't know how much longer I can take this, and I think it's best if I don't find out. Ignorance is bliss, isn't it?' and he hung up. I was worried, so I went over, and everything in his house was smashed. Literally, the place was trashed. I haven't called the police yet because I thought you might've known where he was, but I guess not. He's not answering any more of my calls either."
She sounded extremely agitated and frustrated, and she burst into tears. "I'm so worried! I don't know where he is, and he could be dead for all I know."
"Karen, Karen, calm down." Niall said, grabbing both her shoulders and leading her inside. I closed the door and we sat on the couch.
She sniffled and pulled a piece of paper out of her purse. "Also, I found this in his house. It was on the fridge, taped to the engagement picture of you and Liam. But his face was cut out. I didn't read it, because I assume it's for you. It has your name on it."
She gave Niall the paper and he looked at it for a second before unfolding it and reading it.
"Oh my God..." He said quietly, putting his hand over his mouth. He handed me the paper and I read it. I stared at it for the longest time before putting it down. The whole room fell silent.
'I'm sorry for what I did. Seriously. I am. I feel terrible. But this is here to let you know that I won't be bothering you anymore. Ever. So go be happy. That's all I ever wanted in the first place.'
Twenty-Three -- Missing [YOU]
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