Wrong Number - L.T 1D

Chapter Fifty Eight

Here I am, standing in a pair of Niall's trackies and a white shirt, in front of Louis and Harry's front door. My heart is beating uncontrollable in my chest at the thought of seeing Louis again. As angry and as heart broken as I am, I still want to see him because a part of me misses him.

"It'll be alright Mimi, I promise," Niall says while grasping my hand in his own.

"Don't make promises you can't keep Niall," I sigh.

"But I know I can keep this one love. That's why I said it," Niall replies before reaching up and knocking on the door.

Niall didn't tell the boys we were coming around. Well, he didn't tell Lou and Haz. He texted Liam and told him to meet us at the boys flat but the other two boys have no idea what's going on. And I'm not going to lie, I'm quite nervous to see how the will react.

I hear the door open and I look up to see a shocked looking Harry, "Hey Ni, Mimi. What are you guys doing here?"

"Hey Harry. Is Li here yet?" Niall questions.

"Yeah he got here ten minutes ago. Why?"

"Oh good. Can we come in please?"

And with that, Harry moves out of the way allowing us to walk through the door. Niall is still holding my hand so he leads us into the living room. I am shocked to only see Liam sitting there, no Louis. Once the shock wears off though, I am left feeling relieved. Relieved because I don't have to see him just yet.

Yes it has been three days and maybe the reason he was acting all cold has gone but I doubt it. If it had he would have come and got me from Niall's by now. So I'm guessing he never actually cared. I was holding out hope, these past three days, but only now have I realised that there is no hope any more. No hope of him actually caring about me.

"So, what brings you two here? Not to be rude or anything but I wasn't expecting to see you," Harry asks as he sits down on the couch next to Liam.

"We're, well I, am here to talk to Liam and Louis," Niall says as he looks down at me, a sad smile on his lips.

I know he feels sorry for me. I know he feels sorry that Louis is treating me this way. I know he feels sorry that Louis broke my heart. I know he feels sorry that he can't leave me in the house on my own because I might freak out and if no one is there, what will I do.

It doesn't bother me that he feels sorry for me though. I mean, okay I may have lied. It does bother me that he feels sorry for me because that's basically all people do these days, feel sorry for me. And I really wish that instead of feeling sorry for me, someone would actually help me get through this instead of just saying 'it will be alright' like they usually do.

I mean, I am extremely grateful for everything Ni has done for me. He has basically let me live with him because I can't go back and live with Harry and Louis due to some, complications. He supplies and cooks food for me. He has to deal with me waking up twice every night screaming and crying. He has to help me when i break down in the middle of the day.

So yes, I am grateful but I just wish that he didn't feel sorry for while he did all of this. I guess, I just wish that when people looked at me they didn't see a broken girl who is scared about almost everything. I wish they saw a strong, beautiful woman who can stand up for herself.

I mean, not that I am beautiful but I would love for someone to think that one day. But I guess, people only see what you show them and I can't really show them a strong woman if I can barely stop crying for a few hours. 

"Well Louis isn't here at the moment," I hear Harry say, snapping me out of my thoughts.

That's why I haven't seen him. He isn't even here. Suddenly a wave of mixed emotions crosses through my body. I'm anxious. I'm nervous. But most of all I'm scared. I'm scared because any minute now, he could walk through that front door and see me sitting here.

And if he saw me that would mean that I would have to look into his cold blue eyes as he wonders why I'm here. I don't want to do that. Looking into his eyes is not something I wished to do today because I know that they won't hold the same warmth they used to.

They won't hold the same warmth they held when he calmed me down. They won't hold the same warmth they did when he looked at me. They won't hold the same warmth they did when I was telling him that I forgave him. They won't hold the same warmth they did when we almost kissed.

That stupid kiss. It ruined everything. It made Liam basically hate me for some reason. It made Louis realise that he doesn't actually love me. It broke my heart to almost kiss him and the next time I spoke to him being when he acted cold towards me.

Sometimes I wonder if we didn't almost kiss, would he be acting this way. Of course he wouldn't stupid. If you hadn't of kissed then he wouldn't have realised that he doens't have feelings for me. He wouldn't be acting as if you were a disease he didn't want to catch. We would still be friends.

"Where is he?" I hear Niall ask Harry.

"I'm not a hundred percent sure actually. I think he may have mentioned going shopping. I don't know," Harry mumbles.

"Well then," Niall sighs while leaning back on the couch, his hands behind his head, "We will just have to wait until he gets back."

Say what now?

LOL I published this without writing an authors note oops.

So, Louis isn't there? What's going to happen now? Who knowns...

QOTC: What do you think Liam the lima bean (thank you to whoever commented that, you know who you are) said to Louis?

ILYSM!

SWAG ON!

~ TJ xoxoxoxo