Wrong Number - L.T 1D

Chapter Seventy Eight

"Her...her mum?"Liam stutters.

I slowly push myself up off Louis, ignoring the looks that Liam is giving me. I crawl over the bed until I am right in front of the phone. I feel my arms start to shake as I stare at ringing phone. The tears that had formed in my eyes roll silently down my cheeks.

"Mimi?"

"I-I..." I stumble over my words, unable to form a coherent thought.

"Princess, you don't have to answer it," Louis mumbles as he rubs his hand over my back in soothing circles.

"No, she doesn't. But I do," Liam says while picking up the phone.

I watch in fear as Liam answers the call, bring it up to his ear. There is few moments of silence while the call connects that causes my blood to run cold. Sitting up, I sit with my butt on my feet, Louis sitting right next to me, his arm around my shoulders.

"No, this isn't Mimi," Liam says coldly.

Deciding that I won't be able to sit here and listen to this conversation, I climb off the bed and walk out to the kitchen where I see Niall cooking something. I take a seat on one of the stools, sending Niall a smile as he sees me sitting there.

"Hey love."

"Hi Ni. Whatcha cooking?" I ask.

"Cookies," he says while sending me a big goofy grin.

"Groovy like a drive in movie," I reply.

I let out a small laugh as he sends me a confused look, "What?"

"I watch a bit too much Pitch Perfect," I confess as I see Louis walk in.

"Hey princess," he mumbles while placing a kiss on my forehead.

I watch as he sits next to me, grabbing my hand in his and lacing our fingers together. I listen to him and Niall as they make small talk, avoiding anything that would bring back memories of my mum. I watch Niall as grabs the flour from the cupboard, taking a big scoop and placing it in the mixer all at once.

Before I have time to warn him, the flour sprays up at him, covering his face and clothes in white powder. There is a few seconds of silence before Louis and I burst out laughing, tears rolling down our cheeks. I feel my stomach begin to ache from laughing so much but I don't stop.

"Don't laugh at me!" Niall exclaims while crossing his arms over his chest, "It wasn't funny."

"Yes-yes it was," Louis says between gasps.

"It was Ni," I reply while wiping the tears from my eyes.

"What's going on in here?" we hear Harry asks as he walks into the kitchen.

I turn on the stool to look at him only to see the shocked look on his face, "Hey Haz."

"Umm hi Mimi. What happened to Niall?" he asks slowly.

"Well, because Niall isn't very smart, no Niall you aren't because if you were you wouldn't have done that, he put all the flour in the mixer at once," I tell Harry while cutting off Niall when he tries to protest.

I watch a smile form on Harry's face as he tries to contain his laughter, "Only you Niall. Only you."

After we finish laughing at Niall, Harry finishes making the cookies while Niall goes home to clean himself up. But I honestly thing it's because he doesn't want to be laughed at anymore. I rest my head on Louis' shoulder, glad that this distraction came when it did.

I have no idea why my mum would be calling me. I mean, she absolutely hates me. She couldn't care less what happens to me. So why would she be calling me? To yell at me? To abuse me over the phone? To scare me?

I don't understand what she wants but whatever it is can't be good. Just the thought of her sends finger like tendrils running down my spine, sending shivers through my body. Just thinking about her brings back every memory of her beating me, abusing me, even if I don't want to remember them.

It's like these memories have been permanently etched into my brain. There is no way to get rid of them, even if I try too. Nothing works. And the worst thing is, because I have been convinced that everyone around me is out to hurt me, I can't see any different.

I don't trust people easily. It takes me a very long time. I have to work out what there motives are. I have to figure out if they are actually here to hurt me or if they really want to be my friend. It took me ages to trust Louis but for some reason, it didn't take me as long to trust the other boys.

And that's what scares me the most. The fact that it didn't take me long, less then a day, to trust these boys. That's really not a good thing. I know these boys won't hurt me, I do know that. But there is this part of me, the part that has grown up thinking everyone is out to hurt her, that is scared that that's what they want. To hurt me. 

"Mimi?"

I'm snapped out of my thoughts by Louis' concerned voice. I look up at him, scrunching my eyebrows in confusion, "Yeah?"

"Are you okay? You just kept starring at Harry. It was freaking him out," Louis asks me carefully.

"Oh uhh sorry. I was just thinking," I stutter.

"It's all good," Harry replies, his hands covered in cookie dough.

I quickly lean over the bench, grabbing some cookie dough out of the bowl, before sitting back down in my seat. I watch as Harry starts to glare at me so I poke my tongue out at him before placing some of the cookie dough in my mouth.

"Sucked in Haz," Louis laughs.

Harry continues to glare at me for a few seconds before going back to working on the cookies. I look up at Louis who is already smiling at me before placing some cookie dough in front of his mouth. He quickly opens it up, allowing me to place it on his tongue.

Just as I'm about to say something to Lou, I hear footsteps behind us. I turn around to see Liam there, a furious look on his usually calm face. He walks over to the bench before leaning his arms on the granite counter top.

"What's wrong Li?" Harry asks.

I watch Liam sigh in frustration before running a hand through his hair, "Mimi's mum. She wanted to know where Mimi was."

Another cliff hanger for you guys. I would say I'm sorry but I'm honestly not. Lol.

I am actually the most evil author, it's not even funny :) Well, it is for me, maybe not so much for you guys...

QOTC: Who is your favourite member of One Direction and why?

Mine is definitely Niall. I just love his Irish accent, his happy-go-lucky, carefree personality and the fact that he loves food and can play guitar. LOL.

ILYSM!

SWAG ON!

~ TJ xoxoxoxo