Wrong Number - L.T 1D

Chapter Forty Three

"Wait, Mimi, why are your bags here?" Harry asks, turning back around to face me.

"I...well, I umm they," I stumble over my words, unsure of how to tell him that my own mother beat me.

"She is going to be staying with us for a while Harry," Louis yells from the kitchen.

"Why?"

"Well it's a really long story," I mumble.

"How long?" So many questions Harry.

"Well not long in length but long as in it will feel longer than it actually is," I sigh.

"Well I have time," Harry says before grabbing my hand and dragging me into the lounge room.

He lets go of my hand and jumps over the back of the couch, lying down. He looks over at me and waves his hands in a 'proceed with the story telling' gesture. I sigh before taking a seat on the floor near his head, bring my knees into my chest and wrapping my arms around them.

"You know there are other couches in this room," Harry chuckles.

"I know Harry. I would just rather sit here," I lie. It's not that I would rather sit here, it's the fact that I would rather be sitting as close to someone as I can. I'm worried that if I'm left alone or if I'm not near anyone, those memories will come back or that somehow she will just appear next to me.

"Oh, alright then. Okay love, I am ready to hear this story."

"I well...My m-m...I can't I'm sorry," I stutter before bursting into tears.

My body shakes as the sobs take over my body. I feel a pair of arms wrap around my shoulders before I feel a strong chest. I rest my head on his chest as I cry, letting out all the pain that my mother caused me. I know I will never be the same after everything that she has done to me.

I will have scars. Both physical and mental scars. I'm never going to be able to go near alcohol ever again. Especially after she smashed a beer bottle on my head. But it's not just that, it's the fact that every time she hurt me she was always drunk. 

I'm never going to be able be close to someone holding a sharp knife because I will always be scared that my concentration will slip and they will cut me with it.

"Shhh Mimi. It's okay. You don't have to tell me. I'm here for you okay. And when you're ready, you can tell me. Until then, I will wait," Harry whispers in my ear.

Suddenly I hear heavy footsteps in the hall before they suddenly stop, "Is she okay?"

"I'm not sure. I asked her why she was staying here and what the story was and she started crying," Harry says.

I hear Louis' footsteps come closer before he stops, "Hey Mimi, I know you're mad but do you want to come talk to me about it?"

I shake my head against Harrys' chest and I hear Louis sigh. I hear him start to walk away from us and it hurts a lot more then it should. I may be mad at him and he may deserve it for lying but I thought he would at least stick around to comfort me when I'm upset. When I need someone who knows why I'm upset.

"So Mimi, why are you mad at Louis?" Harry asks, the smirk evident in his voice.

"Well he lied to me. He didn't tell me who he was and then he turned up at my house to pick me up and I was shocked to see him standing there," I sigh.

"Why wouldn't he tell you who he is?" he says, confusion etched into his voice.

"I don't know. But for the four months we've been talking, he never thought it was important to tell me that he is Louis Tomlinson from One Direction."

"Oh wow. No wonder you're mad at him."

We lapse into silence, my tears slowing down as the fear goes away, even if it's only for a few minutes. Those few silent moments are broken when a loud knock sounds at the door. I look up at Harry who shrugs his shoulders at me.

"I've got it," we hear Louis yell before we hear the front door open.

"I'm starving hurry up and let me in!" we hear an Irish accent scream.

Harry and I share a look before we both crack up laughing. I fall away from Harry while clutching my stomach, tears coming to my eyes. I can't stop laughing and neither can Harry.

"Is that Harry I can hear laughing?" we hear Niall say.

Suddenly Harry stops laughing and sits up straight. I stop laughing too but only because I'm confused as to why Harry is sitting like that. I look up just in time to see Niall Horan walk into the lounge with his hands full of different types of food he must have got from Louis and Harry's kitchen.

"Haz, who is this?" he asks when he sees me sit -  well lying - on the floor.

"That's Mimi. Mimi that is Niall," Harry says while gesturing back and forth between us.

"Hi," I say shyly.

"Awwww your new girlfriend is such a cutie Haz!" Niall screams.

This would be the moment where if I was drinking water I would spit it out all over the floor. Or if I was eating food I would start choking on it. I can't believe Niall thinks that Harry and I are dating.

"Girlfriend? Harry who's the poor girl this time?" I hear another voice ask as they come into the room, "Hi there. I'm Liam. And you are?"

"Uhh, I'm Mimi. I am also not Harry's girlfriend," I say quietly.

"Oh. Damn it. I thought Haz had finally found a good girl," Niall whines.

"Hey!" Harry protests. 

"Well sorry to burst your bubble but I am definitely not his girlfriend. We only met ten minutes ago."

"Wait who has a girlfriend?" I hear Louis ask as he walks into the room carrying a glass of water in one hand and a cookie in the other.

"Oh we thought that Mimi here was Harry's new girlfriend but sadly she isn't," Niall says sadly.

Louis looks at me strangely and I quickly look down at my hands, avoiding his gaze which I can still feel on me. I hope he knows that I would definitely want to be with him, not Harry.

Wait, what. No. I am mad at him. He lied to me. I can not be thinking things like that when I am mad at him.

Definitely not.

Definitely mad.

Definitely love him.

Okay, I am definitely mad. Am I?

Hehehe. I thought I would throw some humor in there. But here is your update for the day. This definitely didn't take as long as Direct Message did today so that's a good thing :)

ILYSM!

SWAG ON!

~ TJ xoxoxoxo